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Roughed Up

I'm feeling a little raw.

At the risk of sounding coarse.

Will that tough drinking broad please keep it down?

Will I have to escape with drugs ,or is that really the trap?

I'm a tolerant sort of guy ,but do I have to know every excruciation detail?

The NHL hockey play offs are tame in comparison

Veiled in a lie 

The reason I refuse to read the cards for the pretty lady

is that if I tell what I really know

We would be struck with confounded befuddlement

That would make government bureaucracy seem like a cake walk

If I breath life into this reality want-a-be

There would be no end to the torment for torment sake

A mystery for mystery sake

The reason I'm so obstinate is because I don't want to reward bad treatment

 Please either tell me your true identity

Or call off your dogs

She has been telling me lies

with her come on eyes for years

She's wasting the the sweet hosts and my time

I wouldn't be so annoyed with the pretty display,

but I'm always setup up with shitty days when it happens.

What is really going on is she is reminding me what I'm missing

If you give her your thirsty ears

She'll keep on a setting you up with lies

Roadie Girl

This so called rock and roll girl

Wants to live a death wish

Ride a steer for nasty sake

White knuckled guys unsuspecting

Are on tap for BBQ

She devours masculine pride

Like she needs his power

I won't say she's not for real,

But unreal torment

Distraction

Distraction is a good thing, like a holiday ,or a pretty face

But distraction is also the insistence of a nuisance

I'm probably heading for personal achivement

That is jeoperdiced by ludicrist distraction

Why be involved in things I have no power ,or place

It would be an expenditure of my time and talents, that would be in vain

Why Do I Mock the Gods?

I've already broken the program

All that is left ,is to experience 

The redirection of my own path

which is my determination

Some times control has no purpose

 but to exert power

I resisted simply because I would

have been pushed into oblivion.

What do I say to her vain manipulations?

"Of course you know this means nothing"

She begs a name

I'lls calls her "Irish Disturbance"

She resents my understatement

My cats in heat,

And I know I can't stop the wind a blow'in 

It sounds like a lot of incoherent party chatter

I guess I'm supposed to draw conclusions from

this festive imagery and accompanying buffoonery

To me it's annoyingly  alienating

At the risk of repeating myself

I will not obey the summons to the watering hole

I will not relent to this wily predator

I am not thirsty ,and won't need gratification

Which is not beset for me, but the demon.

Burden of responsibility

How could I Possibility accept the yoke of responsibility

When the entity of the first part won't even commit ID

I'd have to be crazy on my part, to be left holding the bag

People who think life is fair

Why always maladies?

Why not qualities?

Or is the feeling of being cheated

That causes this deposit?

NOTHING BUT LIES

You make a scene to set a stage

You twist minds from behind

You make me the devil

But it's really your ambition

You take real feelings and make into malice

You take truths and distort their context

You are surely a perverter of reality

Talk about indignity

I ran over an already road killed skunk to-night.

Talk about indecent sensation and smell

It took a while to figure out that my heater blower was pumping in the perfume

Stupid me ,for hitting the carcass, stupid me for not stopping the pumping of fumes in time

Stupid motorist  for hitting the skunk, stupid skunk for getting killed  

Paranoia is real enough 

Maybe our weakness is our active minds

The enemy plants little seeds

that grow to be big scary perceptions

Why are you such a, "So wanna make you"? 

So make me a devils advocate,

But I'll tailor the message to my likeness.

So, make me look for trouble,

But I'll deal it out safe

So, make me a bitch,

I'll be a charming hound dog

So chill me out,

I'll be the cooler

Surviving the poisons 

Life hazards so many poisons.

We are told of the many poisons,

Buy an ever venomous " mind commander".

Are there more poisons than there ever was

Or are our minds being poisoned more, the reality?

Well, If I must brag

All it took was horse sense

lol

Don't you get it? 

It wants me to get it

It wants to make a hysterical mess out of me

It wants me to piss my pant with fear ,of the bump in the night

It wants to make an envious monster out of me

It want me to look ridiculous with self righteousness.

It want me to explode with indignant passion

It wants me to cry in my beer

It wants me to recognize it as a loved one ,so it can toy with me

It so wants me be to be an uncool asshole

I'd oblige it if, I thought it would stop, but I doubt it

I think it wants me to be totally shamed before it will give up 

Who is this Guy? 

He seems to think I'm a voodoo fighter,

On a Kamikaze mission ,I presume

I think his way is the asses way.

But really ,I don't think he wants me to succeed at anything ,anyways 

She squeaks ,"Let him eat bad carrot cake.

Its better than no cake at all"

He replies "My confidence level is high.

I don't need this sugary poison."

DID Y2K HAPPEN?

WELL?

It's like flying a jet

Don't over anticipate

Steady hand ,don't over control

Your only responsibility is to get your self through

Autopilot if you can trust

The beauty of this is, it's not real

Your are cruising at "mock1"

Yes ,I said mock

Say white knuckles be gone

Maybe your drug of choice if need be.

And most importantly

Don't believe the prompts

It's just idle white noise

I don't get your motivation

Then if you don't like my wild fire,

Then why do you try to unleash me in the public?

Gess, answered my own question.

It's your masterfull plan to make me self destruct

?

The reason I don't claim to know who or what they are is;

They tell nothing but lies;

That is what I know.

I can't possibly make an assumption

At the Risk of Sounding Crazy

I won't interface with that god dam machine

It's got nothing to do with a work place

It's about clandestine control of my person

Making my life abnormal in the public eye

I have nothing to hide, except for what the manipulator wants to hide

The manipulator wants me to behave as a good drone

My only pleasure to to tilt the ass picking manipulator

The Anonymous Hangman 

Trick or treat ,said this veiled hood,

At my Halloween door

A young ,innocent ,rouge of fun

I could have got upset with the ironic symbolism

But took it as a timely reminder of nastier cynicism

Vilification ,or play full sarcasm

This is the choice

I don't want to take the responsibility of the hangman

Since I can't be anonymous

Do you realize

she is a supremacists

and only loves to hate

Wants a submissive

Ya, I Know,

It's "Stranger than fiction"

But I don't find it Sexy

Don't get me Wrong

I enjoy feminine attention

Womanly wiles of the subtle kind ,please

I know it's close to Halloween

But please be restraint on the macabre

Torture 

I know no worse defilement

Then being allured with beautiful imagery

While being physically disgusted

Sweet Notions 

Premonition is not always to be

But a lucky notion of desire

Or may be a fantasy of malice

Its a use of your time and mind

Is it a idle waste?

Well I guess it depends on results

If it causes excessive waste of resources

Then only a learning experience

If that's not to hard to take

I know it doesn't always get the girl. LOL

The wizard of sauce 

And wizard will sayeth unto us

"It was a sham to teach us all a lesson"

"We are all weak, and don't knoweth hard ship".

"We will learn from the bad experiences of the past" 

My dad, is old cool for sure

He was always cool with me

He's blue eyed cool 

You call me a cheat

A spoiled sport

Aloof ,not caring ,dispassionate

Did you ever consider,

Maybe I already saw it? 

Some times I think I'm dealing

with a devils posing as a high flyers

Its a little confusing

I can be deceptive too

"Cleverly disguise it, so it's not been heard before" 

What I'm saying

Don't give evil a reason to stay

Don't give it the time of day

Don't reason with it

Don't make deals

Don't give it your heart or your thoughts

Don't give it your ears ,and don't believe a thing 

Zen and the Crazy Horse

I think I should write a book

If its not to cute to say

"Zen and the Crazy Horse"

It would really be about my dad ,and I

I, of course, would be the Crazy Horse

And my Dad the Zen Master

What's funny, my dad probably never even heard of Zen

He is a Zen Master ,and doesn't know it.

I guess he's just a natural 

There is this lady

She says I'm magic,

But it was me that was always impressed with her winning ways

She plays a fair hand, and always wins respectably

She has ways of making reality a fun story

And she is her own sternest critic

And frowns on flattery

But here's to you any way

Notion has it, that your a winner ,big

Sweet remember

I remember a place of my youth

A green grass yard, I mowed myself

A garden worked lovingly by my father

The smell of fresh baking from my mother's kitchen

Of neighbors close and cheery

Good rock'in music on the radio

Safety like I'll never know again

The girl next door

Man, was she sweet

Dreams of future while gazing at the stars

Yes , I'll never experience this sweetness again

But I'm glad I have these beautiful Memories

Stoic Beauty 

Yes, your stoic,

And certainly your beautiful.

Yes, your beauty is god given

But some predetermined things are not of godly force

And should be resisted strenuously

I know your strong

Probably stronger than me

And your probably annoyed that I'm coaching you

So Cheers to you any ways

Unnatural 

Why would the supernatural have any idea what is natural?

Why is nature on trial by such an unnatural force?

Why is it it's business to imply what is natural?

Why is nature under attack?

Heck ,you awful man!

 Yes ,I still hear him from across the divide

He worked in the Springhill pit

But I'm sure he's in heaven now

"Yup, situation pretty grim", he'd say with a grin

And I'm sure he said that with sublime authority

He was in famous disasters

or at least knew about them

He knew many personal disasters

I knew him as aged, hunch backed and gnarled

But he was a beautiful sight to me

He was so comical ,with dire experience

His loving wife used to say,

"Heck ,you awful man!"

Yes, Hector was a hero

And a unforgettable role model to me

To burn or not to burn 

To burn a witch or not to burn a witch

That is the question

What I'm saying ,what ,or which witch?

More like a sacrificial lamb for me choose

To get a something of the hook

Why don't I scorch some beef and forget this foolishness

Hey, who's the coach,

Jack the Ripper?

Thunder Goddess, alias Neo-vampire

I know is shit that was probably sucked out of a weed

But if you can stand it, I'll tell you it sucks shit

But don't let it get the best of you

Incoherence is the best I will offer up to this soul sucker

I will not give up my best to this pest

I'm not rewarding poisoning ,with my best pearls.

You steal my well being ,but ye not get my best!!

I may be a fool

I may be a fool for the impossible

but that is because someone is too scary

What I'm saying

If you continue to listen to ,and believe your sources

You'll never know the truth

Here's the picture

I'm sitting on a can of worms

Taking pot shots ,I presume ,

To release these nastys

What a crazy predicament

I don't know why I should care

Maybe I should give these nastys the light of day

Another Question 

Why would a god force want progeny from a proven non-compliant?

Well the theory is that a good opponent is also a good ally

In arms of sympatric mother mentor

I know this is a preposterous theory

So if this is a design of a game in the works

Take me of your contact list

Emasculatant Poison

I don't care what it appears

Or what extortion is impacted

I know I'm right

Even if it hurts

I may lack dignity, but I still have self respect

To the bitter end I defy your madness

Get help

I appeal to you, because your probably not to isolated yet

You'll notice, and may I call you Jay ,the music is alluring and intoxicating

I call you Jay, but not because your a bad bird

I think your sweet nature is being preyed upon

I hope your relationships are not to affected by this

I know your a wise one ,and will listen to your wiser, inner voice

The scoop is, she thinks she is,

and wants to impress as a god.

Which makes me a crazy, misguided heretic

With hell to pay for my defiance

I wish to express my contempt of this portrayal of a vendetta 

I'm above trapping and punishing

unsuspecting ladies half your age

for things you have done to me

If you want validation, try approaching

me your self.

 Betrayal

A person and family was close to me

But got caught up in a spirit that conned

It shams false hoods and schisms

It has a purpose that I was in the way of

Because I knew the scam

I don't wish ill will

and hope that some one wises up

I will not trust until so

I want freedom 

I feel like I was the proverbial little boy with his finger in the hole ,in the dyke

and now a proverbial voice in the wilderness

I know in reality ,my vexations are only cause to me personally

and I did a good job not spreading the effects

But I know no peace till I rid this nuisance

I've been to clerics, and mental health professionals

All helped ,but no magical answer

I fear my tormentors find me too entertaining ,to let go 

Laying Blame 

Who was the biggest "harlot",

by my recollection?

Should my judgment be trusted ?

And is this a good thing or bad?

I admit, I'm not to objective

But maybe my response mechanism is to blame?

Maybe its my jaundice eye?

What I'm saying,

Since when was my opinion respected on these matters ,any ways? 

These People?

These ,I presume ,people

Are hounds,

That I wouldn't trust with yesterdays garbage.

They root around after thought,

Looking for hooks, to catch your conscience.

Don't ever let them toy with your emotions

If they have any thing on you,

Its because you let them make you think so

Their words should never be honored

and never let them command you.

Treat them like you don't care for their company

and if you can, elude them like you would telemarketers

There is something wrong with the transmission

Your mode of Communication is highly suspect

Your using known hostile channels

Why can't you reveal your identity?

The out stretched hand maybe an unwitting betrayal

Genteel spirit

Quietly courageous

Your boldness of integrity

Is straight forward and kind

You are appreciated

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Ahh, perception of mine. Is it so foreign ,

and what does it matter to me or the other?

A problem to whom? Do we really poison,

or do other perceptions of ours really the distortions?

                                    

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