Free Forms #1118 - THE BACHELOR

It's a wonder why the thoughts in my head never seem to subside.  There never is just one.  What is in sight is in the mind.  But, do I question the feeling inside that guts it way out?  Sometimes those kind of thoughts do come to mind.  Is it based on past or present  day emotions? 

Familiarity is the easiest niche to fall into.  I don't forget there are reasons things become familiar.  There are smells that rush moments through my head.  To be honest, it is elation that I first think about.  I don't know why I think that, it doesn't seem to coincide with my regularities.  Most people would honestly damn the idea based on the pure facts of the matter. 

In my mind, there are others that share my same views.  All people get hungry and thirst for drink when they are dry. So do I believe myself?  Deep inside I trust my instincts to at least give me an idea of ideas.  But having to deal with unknown answers can be enough to send me running. Then again, sometimes you gotta just pass the time.  There are things that you and I have in store and need to deal with at this junction.

Although, I'll be honest, I've never believed in destiny.  So many times, so many fuck-ups.  But isn't that what youth is for?!?!?  So now I am a little older, a little wiser, and definitely, a little bit crazier.   I laugh when people talk about senility because in my mind it's the crazy that keeps me from being too sane.  Who wants to win all the time and who wants things for free? 

I wonder what you're thinking.  It could go a few different ways.  Some may be utterly confused and consider this all blabber.  Which it probably really is anyways.  Some may be utterly angered and offended.  Which I apologize if it is ;-)   It's just that sometimes the thoughts in my head end up spilling out.  I do it quite a bit of it so I just have to get it out.  If I ever had the guts to tell you what's really going on in this head...you may be a bit surprised.

Why Are Grocery Stores So Cold?

Sometimes I wonder why the grocery store is so cold.
When I'm at home alone I don't answer the phone.
I can't listen to the voices in my head when people are cluttering me with garbage they say
Sometimes I dream of pet monkeys, and sometimes monkeys dream of luis
A wall can be my best friend, listening to my problems and my learning to sing
But fearing the unknown is like washing your clothes
Running delicates on permanent press with tear them to shreds
Tumble dry low and your still sopping wet, but high heat shrinks you small
So is my addictive property the high of my attention
Or is it the genes that people possess, Diesel fueling the stress
If I was candy, would i be made of pure cane sugar?
Or would I be the macro version with brown rice syrup?
Friends don't let friends eat junk
So what of a diet filtered, not inspired?

How to Make Ends Meet

Tryin to make ends meet; addicted to money

I've never craved it before, and i'll never get on my knees
I let the melody shine to cleanse my mind
I change the people into disorders I am not
At some point we are all dying,
So might as well enjoy the time

The Garbled Mess in YOUR Closet

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flying with the wings of pleasure, attacked by birds of prey
if it fare's well in stormy weather
you're runnin about the world of wily coyote
every woman has a piece of aphrodite in their appetite
and your face shows what is real
cut throat
I close my eyes so I can see clearly
I speak in a secret alphabet
people always saying nothing can never change the way they live,
'cause people always take, not give
and hick's can't fix the politics

The Time is Now - A New Generation

He is walking down a deep thought tribulation
Affordables bypass uncontrolled meditation
So why must he relinquish the need of his desire?
The errors he must face are seldom seen prime
In moments of grace he can scribe unholy scrolls
A listener of words filtered, not a pure soul
Complexity puzzles the phrase of fulfillment
Unknowing words hoping to conjure up excitement
Is it his emotions that strangle his denial,
Or supernatural powers that portray his agenda?
Stop thinking in plans, they spoil the adventure
He is attracted to spontaneity, there's little time to remember
A vague memory erased from existence
Just a simple presence can replace what was missing
So he flies thru the air seeking rejuvenation
The end is now, time for a new generation