You cant stop this train doing so will be in vain its been on the move never to stop the groove its trained in the art of deception time for you to alter your perception of reality, no more neutrality choose a side of fallousy abide by your words coming from your mouth dont hide from the force by going down south live journal - its been forever since i've seen you. and updating seems almost pointless cause nobody will ever see this. have fun!
corrupted and rotten these are the souls of the forgotten swimming in my blood swarming out of my brain these thoughts were never meant good from the dry of the sun to the drown of the rain crawling with maggots this old skin has died wrinkled and peeling this land has been fried i enter the oven and dont turn back this is the line we walk, this is the line on crack when you can no longer bare more lucifer shall ride your neck and say theres more in store licking you and scrupulously feeding this is your new job in life this is now where you begin bleeding through ears and eyes, you now travel in stife this is the story you will live no more change for good, no more for fun this will be all i can give a life of hell and a murderous run but there is no good without bad and without the bad there would be no party take a moment and think whos really rad the life of nature or the life of authority... then you'll decide when you know you cant abide by the chains of relenquish this is the bowl...you are the fish... i am the ocean, you are the shark powerful in the deep...blue...dark this is the life i can bring you this is the life one will do... bowl or ocean... fish or shark... rotten or chained cast thy mind into the wind...i will not be blamed...
quoted - "i was always told...if life gives you lemons, make lemon aid...well if life gave me lemos, id find someones life that gave them vodka, and id have a party"
last cigarette: nope last alcoholic drink: friday (ugh...) last car ride: 1 hour 30 mins last kiss: 1 week, 2 days last good cry: Mike funeral RIP last movie seen in a theater: The Longest Yard last book read: Macbeth last movie rented: um...dont know? last cuss word uttered: fuck last beverage drank: cranberry juice last food consumed: chef boyardee raviolis last relationship: 1 week 2 days ago last phone call: an hour ago last tv show watched: Simpsons last time showered: this morning last shoes worn: Vans last cd played: Audioslave last item bought: Hot Cheetos last download: none last annoyance: personal trainer last disappointment: dunno last soda drank: coke last thing written: coke last key used: none last word spoken: ow.. last sleep: 13 hours ago last im: Devin the beautiful last sexual fantasy: i gotta be careful with this one....probably Britni last weird encounter: when i was ubducted by the chimeney flounders last ice cream eaten: vanilla last time amused: playing pool in my house at my pool table last time wanting to die: never life is too sweet last time in love: thats for grown-ups last time hugged: 6th period, Michelle last time scolded: the pan i cooked my dinner in scolded me with heat..does that count? last time resentful: my arms are killing me last chair sat in: my lounge chair at the computer last lipstick used: um...dont use it..maybe some girls that got on my lips last underwear worn: boxers black and white last bra worn: no need for bras here...i let it all hang out...haha last web page visited: Vicky's LJ where i got this from
Can i pet your wolverine? (red hot chillipeppers) i have no clue what this could mean except petting an animal thats vicious its a conundrum my very acts are awkward an mallicious does reading this make you feel dumb? it should cause its got oxymorons and girly men splatters all over it the mass of this molecule is protons and neutrons with the nucleus bursted can the case acquit? on the day my best friend died i could not get my carpet clean red with juice of aided kool if you dont know me, you dont know what i mean to truely understand the force, you must know both sides..fool.. with the apparent aboriginese's knees solid and locked the gun is shot and ready to be loaded dripping ooze out your ears, are you ready to be rocked? ive got absolut drinks and ready to get devoted in your stomach the lining get ruptured sick you feel as you just made a bad choice i told the doctor of the decision and he concured you'd still be standing here if only you heard my voice ive got no regrets for my actions and that the truth i do my deeds and take no heeds as i storm to move what im about to do hurts more than a loose tooth contemplating to the thought of altering the current groove left and right ready to fight right from right in my sight like a snake ive struck and made you think what the fuck and as for now all im doing is thinking of a high kite driving down the road it in my hand, me the passenger in a truck this all has its own meaning, each line its own to what? that for you to figure out on the long run this is me when im in my very own zone so as you leave wondering what ive done....i hope you had fun... Sincerely, Daniel Morris P.S. im really lacking on the comments, this poem has no reference to that....i just want some
the last night of his life had laughter and fun things were all going so right til the friends had to run... but lets go back...try and stay on track a man of ambition, he had no mission one with a smile and never minded his company for a while strength of an ox mad man when it came to fist box i met him through Nikki, also gone but not dead i wish i coulda done something, even had a word said missed him for weeks hanging with a girl man...this shits so sick makes men want to hurl... told to mike "clear your schedule this weekend...i want to see you..." i wish theres something i could do... minds gone numb, this is a dream looking at this man he isnt what he would seem tough at nails outside warm, sensitive heart of gold inside man was a god could grow to be something awesome having not one enemy he now sits on gods left building his won kingdom watching over us, ill always look up to him and who he IS he may be dead physically, but in my mind he still lives... Mike Anthony Galvin a great man to live an imphamy in my heart within....
that was my pitiful poem for mike....it hardly serves justice....i was jealous of many things he was, but it was a jealousy of respect, i looked up to him and like all heroes they just end up in memories in the end.... its a sad reality but it must be faced, his name will be burned in my mind forever....
i do say on this great day that all challenges are challenged, with fist in hand and loose fingers in other i feel a heat of success wanding me. overcome with the passion of power i feel all life's training come to this one hour it's do or die flip or flop and it all depends on how strong my heart is. its in the arms its in the legs its in the mind its in the heart its in the soul all finding one unity of compromise to work in human form it may only last 26.54 seconds, definantly less now, but its the hardest fucking few seconds of my life so as i step up to the block in strife, cap and goggles strapped and ready to go i look left...competition looks feirce...they said height has all the benefits...i take no heed to that lie they say im incapable of it, incompetent, meaningless...HAH! they know nothing... fools in a bliss i must but dismiss their false regards and laugh in their faces with smite as i will pull in with the gold and show them what TRUE spirit is HAHAHAHAHA! yeah i made it to city finals bitches! WHAT NOW! MAY 25TH L.A. MEMORIAL POOL! BE THERE AND WATCH ME WIN THIS SHIT!
why cant you its not the way i had it planned to be, im just a person who wants to make the best of life...mistakes are too much fun to make only once...my actions arent always mature, my statements arent always too bright but my intentions are always in the best and id never wish against you i just cant see what the point of flipping out over something so small is, it was a question followed by statment, nothing more. time is running short and our moments will be fewer and less memorable as things start to crumble friendship will be lost, hearts will be broken, fights will be fought...but lifes challenges will be endless, and the more time we spend on the little things, the less time we'll have to see the big picture in life i cant help but feel we've been only magnifying everything in time way out of proportion and its only some small bits of grand posters with which our fates are strewn across the canvas of the universe... our purpose HAS to exceed what we think we are proposed to do, there is no big "mission" in life...there is no "destiny" or "meaning" to life...none of these is set in stone we are what we make ourselves to become, we are what we eat, we reap what we sow...so go ahead...act your shoe size, see the glass half empty or half full, engorge yourself in your favorite foods...run free with dignity and stride your passion in its fullest step because once you loose the ability to do what has been givin for you to do, youll regret not taking advantage of your best moments...and when it all comes down, youll figure that the meaning to life is to not think about it, and just live it day to day...forget yesterday...push out tommorow, think of this very minute...think all day's minutes...cherrish what youve done, take pride in your work, and last but not least...if you have listened to anything but this last line... have fun with life...and please dont take things too seriously, youll regret blowing your fuse...
lately im not quite myslef dillousions of life come from the devil's shelf its like i could black out and give back all those useless doubts but this is like a nightmare... all these ruthless bouts bringing my fear this is time where noone cares this time just may not be my year every dog has their day cept for the ones who get kicked away... thrown from the home of ecstacy taken in by arms of misery cracked, beaten, and broken and all i can do is spend these days tokin'... it seems all i have these days is to lose conviction every new day brings about constant contradiction i cant be who i am because i am suppressed, held back from what i can be at my very best. It seems today that some people will never mature.. and although this diminutive life passes at a blur every part of these tongue twisted tales and tattles rattles my brain with carnaged battles... nothing is to be belived no truth will ever be conceived corrupt, misled, and fraudulented days lead us all in dissimilar ways, paths that force out our inner courage that shows wether we roamers of the world, or an itinerant of a cage....
bored
contemplative
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
grateful
fierce