@m July 5/ 04 Journalling

Grieving amongst the lilac skies
The seas pretend to be calling my name
My words spoken softly with dilagence
Afraid to awaken to the morning prarie

Such proud upstanding citizens, I might add
Cry out for the knowledge of expansion
By which only a misunderstood few live and revive

Further and greater than any eye can lick
Yet oogle content are we
Material of our touch and of our core

The vision of breath at the break and the flow- the extent
The power
Our help, our hazards, our unrightous direction
Pleated by bullshit views- from insecurity- for protection

Now tell me again that I am still a child
Do I not feel or understand?
Keeping myself afar
You clasp the distance and ingrave it in my face

Jittery and sick I feel naturally
Pouring my own clay base alone
Throwing the giant bubbles away
Hoping, out of bitterness, they pop

Expressing it in countless words
Im sure you'll find me disintagrating below the earth
When really I am doing something most amazing

Its in my hands... I lay it out for you
In broad daylight... I explain it to you
So that maybe you can finally see that over lapping fingers
Are for the under- estimated fool

I am no lyer, nor am I a fool
I tell the truth
Not a second thought, will for a split second, I think
I come without fear, nor with affection
I care when community bullshit is inexistant