Keep the search to the sacred

In your words you stand at the helm
but never a glimpse of the sacred realm
this is not something one can speak
you ignore that part regarding the meek
I stand with him during the storm
I need not the world to keep me warm
you hide inside the shell
with claims that all is well
but it's silence that you turn away
as you preach the words of a sunny day
but seeing beyond I look right through
I look inside and where are you?
You've built around all that's right
and lost the love from your sight
it's not easy but not too late
turn the mask to love from hate
just like you I don't know
but searching is the place I go

Truth disarms

I used to worry but now I see
The old is still alive
The young can not be
Yet this is what we strive?
I've seen the place
The story told
The wrinkled face
Of weathered old
The life was there
The will to live
Energetic care
A thought to give
Inside is all fire
Glory to the man
Abandoning the liar
Picking up the plan
To you my sir I walk
I choose your path to trudge
The truth inside your talk
Disarms all that I judge

No disclaimers

Once more I'm too tired for words but fuck it, I write.  Just type numbnuts.  Don't think or debate.  I hate it when people ruin my life because they have to over analyze every little detail.  Why?  Just do it.  Just finish the race.  Analyze after not before.

God, I'm tired.  Falling asleep as I write.

I learned something, just because someon is an asshole the first time you meet them doesn't mean he's a dick.  Circumstances. 

Just no excuses. No disclaimers.

What do you

What do you do?
It haunts me
unoficial super glue
it taunts me
an answer lost
thought its save
couldn't cover cost
and the look they gave

Schmucks and Pricks

This is a paraphrase of Larry David.

Larry David was once poor. For many years he was broke, into his forties. He used to walk around New York city, look at little alcoves, and think to himself that alcove would be a nice place to live when he becomes homeless. He was poor, and when you're poor you're a schmuck. That what he was, a poor schmuck.

Then one day he landed the deal for Seinfeld, the best comedy of all time. Larry David was the genuis behind Seinfeld and that has become crystal clear ever since Curb your enthusiasm has aired. His Seinfeld deal is worth over one and a half billion dollars. All of a sudden Larry David is rich.

Rich people are pricks and poor people are schmucks. Overnight Larry David went from a poor Schmuck to a rich prick. Because rich people are pricks they really can't hang out with Schmucks. Larry went out and got a bunch of prick friends. Every once in a while a Schmuck will give him a call but the truth is; schmucks and pricks can't be friends.

I'm a schmuck but I want so bad to be a prick.

Never shown

Night time torments and underlying freedom spells of death and purgery along with the task of down time.  Leave me to sulk in the madness.  Leave the bargaining table, the deal is off.  What you are arguing for, it's gone.  Talk to your god now.  Keep the peace. You can't.  Solve the issue of guilt.  This you will never do but the voices truck you.  They hide what you can never be shown.  Trip.

Strange change

Sometimes it's seeming never change
Then one day it all gets strange
All the same of what did seem
wakes me to a lucid dream
open eyes the day is hear
the moment leaves of boring fear
beauty takes the former space
and thinks not what it did replace
ups and down still on the ride
just this time it's oceans tide
filling lack and all the time
spent with love and all that's mine