It came and went
it went and left.
Oh, do I miss it so.
The day that had
what it didnt know.
The day that the flowers
started to grow.
It came like lighting,
so quick and so fast.
That I did not even see it,
untile after it past.
But it went on
and on
and on.
Untile it or I could go no more.
The actions that I speak
mean nothing more,
or less.
Then what really happened.
How it came
and how it went.
How it left me
broken and bent.
So I say my little plea.
Can someone please help me.
from my own tyranny.
good thoughtsIdea's, thoughts, and explenations go through people's minds everyday. . . or for the slower ones, maybe just once a week. But for some reason, everyone is wondering about something. Though its a horrible game we play with our minds; the one where we get these thoughts of unbridled passion a fury, and then, like it was nothing more than us flipping off the guy in the car in front of us. . . we forget it. I believe that most good thought has a very short life exspectancey, mostly because; something that meant the world to us one minute, could mean nothing more than that same guy you just flipped off for the second time, in just a matter of minutes.
That my friends is why I am starting something new! From now on, I will have at least one sheet of paper, 1 pencil, and maybe 3 brain cell (on a good day) to help catorgerize my bleak thoughts, and like all those other times I use to actualy blog, they will be brought to you in miss spelled, politicaly incorrect, and an all together bad fashion. I know that very few will actualy be interested in even reading this. . . if anyone is reading this anyways, but I hope that if nothing else, I can help contribute my thought to others.
Good day, and Goodnight
Adam The Wonderfull. . . . Adam The Great. . . . . Adam. . . The ALMIGHTY!
Why, oh why was it me?
the cat yealed, as he was stuck in a tree.
i cant get out
to run about.
and im cramped so tight,
that im filled with fright.
the dog looking up, smilled with a grin,
and said "your never getting in my yard again!"
the cat had no more options, so he jumped so far,
that when he landed he jumped on a sharp metal bar.
so the cat is dead,
and the dog is fed.
and the next time youll see the little cat,
he will be part of some dog shat.
Sit back, let it breath. The time is nearly gone. . . but where did it go? It passed by with the slithery movement of a snack, and with the stealth of NINJA! It happened, and then it went away. Remeber it, but you dont, so whats the use? Trippy, except not so much. More of a want than an urge. What did it posses? NOTHING! So why are we still contemplateing? Its because I'm still writing, and your still listening; thats why? So what should you and I do? Stop! Leave it be and let go!
That was fun, or was it?
Could it be, that it didn't even happen?
Swoooosh! Gone.
Gooday, goodnight, and live longer than most!
your friend,
Adam!
Go!
Go to where you need to be!
Be who you need to be!
See what you need to see!
The planet it small, but your mind is smaller,
let it grow!
The day is upon us, that we all will "become"!
Become new!
Become great!
Become something diffrent!
A diffrent animal,
a diffrent life.
Somewhere between where you want to be, and where you will never even dream of being. "Whats happening to my thoughts?" you scream, as you slowly fall into a panic. The room goes black, and your mind is clear. "Death be to man, let him rain untile his finale!"
Useless nonsense, bluring our vision of what is truely around us. Keep it simple, but dont keep it stupid.
Life is good, life is great, but what is life? What can we see of it, and what can we make out of what we see? We all only live so much, of what we are really living. Half-assing has become a lifestyle, not a workstyle. Life could be so much more. So much more of everything. Clear the haze, blow away the smoke, and stomp on the toes. What the fuck are we living for anyways? A glimmer of hope that it might be better "one day"? When is that "one day", and why the fuck isnt it today? The good can always become of the bad, but why are we waiting for the bad, just so that we can ruin the good? I want an answer, I want a hope that someone believes me. Why are we living in what others are giving us, when we have so much more to live. Think out of the planet, not just the box. The box is gay anyways. Boxes just get soggy when they get wet. Think out of your own mind, out of your own body, and out of your own soul. Look past yourself, not just others. Others are gay anyways as well. All that most of the people around us have to offer us, is just what we want to learn off of, not become. For the few that we learn off of, not for thier mistakes, but for thier minds. Hold them close. Charish them, and love them. Your mind is your own, but its not just yours, its the universes, and let the universe use it for what its made for. . . . . . life.
Panic! Excitment! Overwhelming!
The power is off, and your alone,
not knowing what to do.
Split seconds pass,
its growing darker in your mind,
as it gets brighter in your eyes.
Bang! Boom! Crash!
The car is wrecked,
and your laying with a bag in your face.
Somewhere in between,
dazed and confused.
What to do? What the hell do you do?
Sitting. . . . thinking. . . . dreaming.
The picture is painted in your mind,
but the ink is smeared.
What is the painting of?
If you could only make out the painting.
What do you do with the painting?
Silence. . . . the wind. . . .and your mind.
The blades of grass sway in the wind before your eyes.
What is there to do?
You love, you hate, you want, you have,
you need, you cant live without, your dreaming about,
your in denile, your happy, your sad,your in the middle.
What are you going to do with yourself?
What are you going to dream about?
Who are you going to love?
What are you going to need?
. . . . . . . the confusion dies down, but your breath is still deep. The lights are still out, the car is still wrecked, the painting is still smeared, and you still dont know, whats right, but it will come.
