Chaos

I have created my own chaos

Possibly from past sins

Haunting me in a life full of life 

The past always comes back they say

With fierce winds and carnage

Only the strong survive He says

I hear the chaos coming

Screams

It's cold

Darkness

All alone

I'm down to zero

Scared with a scarcity of hope

My body begins to fail 

It's almost time to go

Dorothy are you there

Jason are we going to ride 

I hear a voice

I hear two voices

Than laughter

And a third voice

Although in darkness I feel smiling

Can you feel smiles

I do 

My heart burns like a light was lit

It feels like a hug 

Like a kiss

Like love

A memory passes

Another memory 

And another

I see them

Happy days

Perfect moments

Clarity comes over me

Injected into chaos like a serum

It's warm

I can see in front of me

A light

Another chance

Opportunity

I can taste it

I want it

My destiny

Miura

So I saw her. And she was beautiful. Not like love at first sight, but like love as if we had spent a lifetime together in 3 previous lives. What I like most is the simple fact that she would not be accepted in these times. 29 years ago she was in her prime with a core that drove men wild. 29 years later she would be judged and tried for crimes of hideousness. But that is not what I saw on this night. I saw her inner beauty. I saw her flame, that although now dim, gave me a purpose in life to bring her back to life. The years had been rough on her, but when we touched that all went away. All the labors and tribulations. All the ruggedness and marks left on her body. All the unappreciative demeanor's encountered each and everyday. With one look and one slight touch from my inner being all of her trials were washed away. And mine with hers. I see a new beginning. I see new journeys. I see open roads and new paths that only we can conquer. Together. It has been a long time since I have felt completed. And now I am unstoppable. But I do have tears for another. And although she is just away, I know I will see her again. And when we are a family, there is no territory that will go unconquered. There will be no road that our wheels have not touched. We will know no boundaries. We will have no limits. We will just ride. From sunrise to sunrise. All we will have is one another. In this life and in all others.
  

Life's Print

Birth

Love

Happiness

Hurt

Pain

Disgust

Contempt

Hate

Love

Withdrawals

Passion

Hate

Loneliness

Rebirth

Life

Freedom

Death

Gargling Milk

Headnote:
This should be sang to any beat you have in your mind at this very moment. Also this should be sang to another person male or female. Please do not sing to animals or a family member or even children. If possible play a few strums on a guitar of your liking for added effects.

I want you to gargle some milk
I want you to gargle some milk
Please please gargle some milk
I said please please gargle some milk
I want to watch you gargle some milk
I want to watch you gargle some milk
Will you gargle the milk?
I said will you gargle the milk?

I saw a white girl walking down the street.
And I said to her. What I said to her.

Have you gargled some milk?
Will you please gargle some milk?
Can I watch you gargle some milk?

I saw a white girl sitting on the bus.
And I said to her. What I said to her.


Have you gargled some milk?
Will you please gargle some milk?
Can I watch you gargle some milk?


I saw a hot white cougar mingling at a bar.
And I said to her. What I said to her.


Have you gargled some milk?
Will you please gargle some milk?
Can I watch you gargle some milk?

What I really said was.
Hey baby.
Will you gargle MY milk!



This wholesome melody was inspired by:
www.whitepowermilk.com 

Lost Souls

Out in the world. Searching for life. Lost souls.
Elegant drawings. A smile to die for.
New beginnings. Erased memories.
New emotions. Her hair waving in the wind. A ride.


Beautiful words. Sundresses. Positive energy.
Tequila on her body. Laughter from her lips.
Ridiculous banter. Sunshines instead of darkness.
Wild rebellion. Reckless abandon. An uprising.


I see you in the dusk. I see you in the dawn.
I see your evils and I see your goodness.
But most of all I see you.
Out in the world searching for life.

Annoyed

I awake from a dream like milk from a goat and the first thing I see are lights from all directions. I can’t determine just yet the source but I felt like the wind was beneath my being. Like I was floating and yet my feet were on the ground. When I regain my senses I am allowed to regain my breath. And I smell honey and larkspur. How I know these smells I have no idea. I am conscious. I am alive. That was all that mattered. I had mind and body, but no spirit. When I sold my soul, I specifically remember in the contract that there was a date to be determined. There is no way that date was today. I read the fine print didn’t I? I am annoyed by the lights. I am annoyed by this feeling of relentless abandoned. I am just annoyed. Can I go back to the dream?

A Man and the Ocean

I set sail for what I think will be a trip of the ages. Alone I pack the necessities necessary for survival on these rugged waters. Like a pirate I proclaim my vessel as if I bore it from my womb. I didn't. I stole it. But my reasons are mine and mine alone. My flag flys high above held up only by wind and its own securities. My vessel reponds to my every command and takes me into unchartered territories. I hit wave after wave after wave with crashings felt below deck like a bad out of hell. My peripheral gives me no clues as to where I am going. My compass given to me from a dead soldier is the only guidance I have. I continue to head north. My starbird is ready. I am ready. I head right into the eye. Right into the mouth of madness. Right into where my fate lies. Will I make it out? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I am coming and hell is coming with me.