Friday, 17 May 2013


The Freedom Man

Throw it about, rub it in, whatever you want to call it, you do it well. Why does this matter? It shouldn’t do, I understand now. The devil can be seen in all of us; mainly a broken heart has access to it.  Without realizing it- goes without saying, not worth knowing otherwise. Don’t rush through life, pause and enjoy it. Or hate it, whatever. Just don’t rush.  Nothing but electric sand. Those were the good days. I am but a used machine. Plenty of days left, yet our time is up. If only I could let you know this- much pain would be avoided. You’re not thinking long term, sucker, think long term! Live for the moment, as they say.
Spend your time asking everyone’s permission, then run away and hide,
Quite right sir, a quest for ones inner self, who am I? Who are you? I am this; make a definitive statement or not at all. Honor my words gentle being, I know you have it in you, this wont be a problem. It was not earned nor given- therefor not yours. Scopo? It had been discussed.
Leave it ALONE, total isolation- what can it do to a man? Ok maybe not total isolation. You will see how much I care soon.  Then your mine…. And your mine. Just what will you see? It has gone. Don’t cry for long.  Consider the situation, weekends no more. Ask for more. Please. Oh the pain, will you stop? Never.
Isn’t it amazing, learn to do time with contemplation. Set yourself free.  Turn some heads around, look for a home, and turn your head around. Will you try? The lucky man will- see title.
Now, when the rhythm moves on, I have no use for the truth. Never stop telling me lies; I have no use if you do. Tell a joke or two, have you forgotten? – Don’t you look so blue. Far from it guy, I need you.  Lonely for you, only for you. The safety is off release, deeper than the brain, nobody can save me. Seeming like your having fun, beating for you. Educate yourself fool, your on the wrong road, in which I would advise otherwise, ready to die. Keep walking and don’t look back, the severe savage will only cause more distress. Build it up, to slowly let it down, a vicious and endless cycle of this life. It wouldn’t mean anything without this woman. If you can see through it all then they also can, grow some eyes you freak. Tempted but the truth is discovered.

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