"it's true! it's true! it's true! where all lions in the zoo. pacing back and forth. there's nothing else to do! it's true! it's true!" people booed. people booed because they don't like poets. and they don't like truths. now poets don't know much about the truth... there just down right awful with words.
"get off the stage you fat fucker!" an older man yield through the thick of cigar smoke. And it's true I used to be both. now I'm neither. except sometimes. sometimes they leach through. Shit fuck... there where more pain and agony living like those two. drunk with the soul of the poet and drunk on beer and disgust for mankind in general. but it's a trap, like most things are. almost anything. I say almost because you can navigate around the traps to find truth. each trap has truth. but not enough for a man. or not enough for me. I get restless you know.
I want things to happen. I want things to go down
. I want something new. I want to suck the love out... and give the love back in. but then I miss the road. freedom is a trap too. but it contains so much to ever be boring.
people can bore you half to death if you allow them to. they keep talking opening their mouths until you tell them... "okay, I've heard you.. now please! please shut up!" all and all its a good world. a horrible world. a sick world. a beautiful world. a dying world. a death world. a pain world . a life world. and a abundance world all in one. their are many things to see. and so much to choose from. so why? why are the blind leading the blind?

she was beaten by her man. viewed by the ugly eye. another man far away wrote her on the Internet and said "dear, it's all how you walk through fire" not being able to feel. not being able to cry. tears came down her checks. and emotions like wild fire raged inside. the papers called it suicide!

"I don't believe in love" he said pulling her panties down. She just looked at him. He touched her breast, felt the softness like a shiver through him. "suck my dick" she just stood there watching him... he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back... kissed her... while she stroke him hard with her fingers gently caressing it... and when he entered her. she gripped him. It was as if the inside began to melt. he tried to be mean but he couldn't. he rolled off and began to cry.
still she said nothing. just stared at him.

one day.
this blue print won't last. one day. one of these days baby he wrote.
you shall reply!