Easy Beings.

I’m an old soul, although this place is unfamiliar

I must have been a butterfly before a caterpillar

Born of a void or supposedly so

growing in slow motion eroding while molding the flow

for new and old feelings, all learned to be lost

for any time spent and the love that it cost

our energies withering coming to go

our wide open spaces and closing black holes

every little breath that’s taken or given

is all that was seen, shown while you’re living

whether I’m dreaming the days away or nearly every night

either way a constant thought of you’s replaying in my mind

inevitably for me I had placed you upon some pedestals

and went against my intuition with everything I’m telling you

I guess it’s for the best, it’s better both of us to know the truth

since it rarely surfaces, I’m thinking that it’s over-due

no more time for nervousness, or purpose in me hurting you

Loving is life, when living is love

I live it up until there’s nothing but something above

I’ve given up, and gotten it back from giving a fuck

from out of a black hole, but I’m sure glad I was stuck there

otherwise I would of never been up here

them other guys, they only want to become feared

following fame, producing modern day slaves

from out of the cave came a neanderthal with a lot of flavor

savor the moment, while it’s going you’re seeing it later

maybe there’s facts in the fiction or there’s something I’m missing

is this reality or fallacy, make the decision

why keep it simple when it can always be complex

why keep it real if you dont have to be honest

why you conceal the feelings that make you who you are

why choose to be ugly, you know that you are beautiful

why question you at all, if you aint the one that’s involved

I’ve never had a single problem that I shouldn’t solve

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImZtyilyaSA

growing up was a tough one

riding shot gun on drug runs

father drinking while driving

every direction to run from

Mother wasn’t a sinner

neither that nor a saint

she only needed forgiveness

from her self’s what I think

Imagine,

us living life in this type of a fashion

pratically a bastard

because my dad was too plastered for passion

at least half the time

and I got half a mind to give it back to him

but i know I’d be laughing at myself soon as i laughed at him

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spVTdRHgugE

if we should be the change in life in which we wish to see

well that’s why speech is free, because our talks are always cheap

we often complicated things when we could leave them be

so our simple differences alike aren’t what we might perceive

our hardest point of life is living honest equally in peace

while it becomes an awkward art and constant part of everything

we conjure up an awful thought, that we’re a part of what it seems

our mirror images are dreams, and so we wake up in our sleep

infinite intuition this wisdom is instrumental

what used to be music is now beautifuly beneficial

take me away to days when it was alright

I ought to know better but i’ve been caught up on it all night

take me back to the nights when it was real legit

i swear that i would give my life just to get the feel of it

walk and have a talk with me

lets release our secret minds

so we can bind a sacred place of peace

for keeping safe inside

I realized between the lines

you’ve redefined my space and time

we’re intertwining, so I find

while you’re the rhythm, I’m the rhyme

Hello, Beautiful

no I’m not yet used to you

although that doesn’t mean

that I don’t have a plan or use for you

it’s just unusual for me

to find somebody suitable

and truthfully

I think that I would be afraid of loosing you

no spirits, no minds, no souls

no negative highs, no positive lows

no conscious is constantly under control

no questions irrelevant under the scope

no telling, no teaching, no reason for hope

no changing, no rearranging angles to cope

no secrets secreting, no sense in our senses

no walls all around us, no borders or fences

spark the blunts lets get it cracking i’m acting fool

the floor’s flooded with some fine floosies inside of this room

poetic melodies some rapping and rhythm infused

just so i can feel exquisite when i’m on liquor or booze

flickering bics mixed with bickering chicks and some dudes

getting buff on each other but too pussy for bustin a move

ladies losing their tempers fussing and fucking up moods

but i’d rather be chugging some of this whiskey then fucking with you

wickedly insignificant life that we’re living in

I hope the memories were the worth while the ignorance was bliss

just like a blinded folded french kiss

half the times i wouldn’t mind for me to find a mistress 

these mysteries of life help me believe that I even exist

but all that second guessing only got me going nowhere quick

Sometimes I live in slow motion, coastin’

feeling like I’m floatin’ in the middle of the ocean

with nothing else around me to surround me with commotion

so there’s no control, I let it go, wont let it hold my focus

Sometimes I take a second look

and recollect the pages that had past me in the book

irrelevantly ageless and aimlessly understood

exact opposite of patient was anxious ‘under the hood’

Hold to your own

letting go of the focus control

growing in slow motion

eroding while molding the flow