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[glowfreak]

back to the sickness
back to the grind
back to the wind
back to the nothing left in the presence of my time
pounding away
a thunderous thud in my mind
kaBOOM kaBUMP kaBOOM kaBUMP
lyrics lost to me
due to the absence of music
and the continuing need
for increased verbal speed
a phase i never encountered
times i have never shared
these words
this psudomusic
irritates all that i know
the hummus the humus of life
from machines
and fast cars
expensive liquor
and "phat" bitches?
lost to me
uncomfortable to digest
the sickness rises
alongside my heart
too close
outside i shut the windows to the soul
inside i close the back door to the soul
(if eyes are the windows to the soul
the ears must be the back door)
unable to desensitize myself
i strike a conversation
that ingintes a fire
bigger then i can put out
but i am not the one who gets burned
embarasment flushes on your cheeks
and i pray to any god and all
that we remain in this musical silence
for weeks and weeks

hmmmmmmm

i seek beauty
and you see beauty
how can this be?
a joint will stop your wondering
of things that make no sense
bring yourself to smoke the humus
belived as money well spent
but money makes the earth go round
and the leaves you smoke grow from the earths ground
i will become the quiet observer
patiently waiting
for your need and call
water and conversation
ill bring them all
and when its time i will tell
i live in limbo
weave me a sage
as dramatic as you wish
and ill remind myself
that the sun comes up
the moon and the night
and all that is left
is for the willing to enjoy
and here i am
in the absence of misunderstanding
a moon light edition
of life without faults
and fallicies
and drama
and sensical answers
to unsensical questions
addiction is to habit
and here i am
addicited to life
habitually waking up
just to see what i can see
feel what i can feel
all in my mind

hmmm