Making our own delsions.
That've come to no conclusions.
At first, we invite them,
Or maybe insight them,
If that doesn't work,
We think we must fight them.
This is one reason that we are not trusted.
Broken and crusted or totally rusted.
These are our fire's to be put out by pale.
Staying clear of some pepole,
Keeps us out of most jail.

420's such a sweet little pearl,
It helps us out when we're lost in the world,
Incase we're down and don't feel like we can.
420 can help us if we can't quite stsnd.
If 420 was a female,
She might hold our hand!
For all i know,
420's a man.
I hope our green goddess is doing best she can?
To thrive on this earth,
And be in demand.

Music moves inside my mind,
To live a while when I can not cry.
Slipped my grip while sat with it.
Then pondered thoughs that fueled my fit.
Tantrum builds right past my nose into my brain that hurts a gane from all the noise that's been created.
Lack of control should be anticipated.
All my life i'v struggled and waited,
for all of doubt to be eliminated.
To live a life not stirred not shaken.
And earn what's mine not what's taken.
The daze of my life asleep & awaken.

Two sides two every story.
And where is god with our morning glory?
Could god be in Gaza amongst the dead?
Or standing in church over broken bread.
Not born this stupid.
Surely we we're led.
From the comfort of our confines,
To the edge of their dread.
When given a book to sway our head.
With plausible denial on every word said.
Arguments that wait for us to grow up.
Is what plays with us when lifes not enough.

Next- to feet.
Down by ankle,
It's some seaweed tried to tangle.
Within squared circles shaped triangle.
Takes me away to swim at an angle.
Shapless fear leaks like pee.
To warm up death who comes for me?
Boats are just to far to see.
And brunts my breath uncomfortably.
Situations realizations.
Should water based graves be for vacations?

Another criminal term is asked,
For really dumb views that most have past.
Doom is what has now been tasked.
By those who can not be unmasked.
Since this world is being so blunt.
Allow my say to sit up front.
cracker commitments are mostly to blame.
Invented by pepole who take when they came.
When nothing is certain buy promises be made.
Don't think of life as our's to parade.
Unless you've got money and life that you've saved.

Star dusting sweeps sky's full of debri,
That fall down too earth to rest easily.
Mined out by worms & quadrillions of bugs,
That dig dirt for us_ we sweep under the rugs.
With this dirt with us.
The impossible's done,
It's wheeled out to NASA and lunched to the Sun.
We in the water take notice of flight,
When the urge to just drown.
Looms into the night.                      

Our issues are clouded because they are govern,
By parties of pepole acting too southern.
Of course it's aloud if your with this crowd,
Judged by our color to be told how.
So walk on your own & not with a bow.
Form your own nation & do it right now.
Steping off ladders>
Sturdy is our stare.
Living that one lifetime made us too beware.

Killing off the living,
For something that is dead.
That is what has happened to us.
With religion in our head.
You know you have some loved ones.
Someone to keep alive the need to plead with goverment
Before their off to die. 

Through documentaries i'v come to find.
Pandemic killed what seems to be,The best of mankind.
There are some straggleers that try real hard,
When searching through my view,
Too few too far.
I could be to scrawny and live to damn small.
But where can i walk?
When steps leanto fall.

What if our cars?
Turned into dragon forcing our journey
In-side covered wagon.
With all of the gas
And all of the oil
Left to the dragons
Too barter and boil
Then did the buses ?
Along with our trains
Vanish to mountains
Beyond them the planes
In-side this fury of tattering wing
Forges the fire that new days may bring.

A beautiful painting someone brushed off,
Is harened by canvas it's oils made soft.
Sratching and scraping to bring forth it's brass.
Abmired by eyes with no need to ask.
Who is the painter?
And why did they stop?
Did they start from the bottom and reach for the top?
Was it truly a paintbrush with crazy doll eyes?
Or some kind of Marvel that fell from the sky's?
Whatever the story that makes paint wise.
Despite it's fans.
Paint withers and dies.

Elastic basket stretching over my head.
Eating all oxygen,
Before I am dead I cuff in sleeve the ace of spade.
folding back basket with choices I made.
To breath through baskets woven weave.
All the oxygen my lungs may need.
To play the game that only one will win.
Taking life for another spin. 

Knowing the price of everything,
But the value of nothing,
Could belittle the rich?
And to the poor.
That's something.
A contour car,
and 3 story house.
with two time dates,
Turned full- time spouse.
A world sees wonder through it's window pane.
Until it has to leave,
To go back insane.