The Reprieve

Homines enim populariter annum tantum modo solis, id est unius astri, reditu metiuntur; cum autem ad idem, unde semel profecta sunt, cuncta astra redierint eandemque totius caeli discriptionem longis intervallis rettulerint, tum ille vere vertens annus appellari potest; in quo vix dicere audeo quam multa hominum saecula teneantur. ......maybe it WILL change something!!!! .she grew up wishing/ every moment/ fishing for a compliment every chance she got she played the innocent/ victim, stance, never one for romance, unless it meant taking off her pants/ a fisheye lens corrupt in the jealous unstuck city/ of barricade warfare and intermittent pity/ a homeless rhyme escapes transcending time/ collapse of the american dime/ written in the ink of catastrophe, it's not what you ask of me/ it's just that your motive is blasphemy// a city that never sleeps is a city unkept but the streets have already wept/ three cheers for the carefree lovers/ the soul of a brother/ left by his father and mother/ in the city of cleveland/ sitting/ we're all tired of giving/ but one man's trash is another man's living/ it sucks the life right out of you/ the knife goes into you/ suicide complex seems like the thing to do/ alot of people say that it's already vexed but i can't stop writing these checks............. /// . and once again the machine takes control/ the scene a fiery outbreak of fake ass lovers and routine/ disconnected from the roots up/ i'll tell you what/ i'll write these words for a mindless pin up news cut/ concert but disconcerted/ you look confused like a blind raccoon trying to cross route two/ it's in my blood for eighteen hours/ the visions turned sour last year but i just can't help it cause i'm addicted/ afflicted with the needles piling up in the trash/ i took it out last week but it keeps coming back/ a rack full of useless, IVs and test tube babies gets tossed in the fire with cassettes from the eightees and escapees from the war across seas/ they say they're coming back but it doesn't seem likely/ a situation/ that is impossible to win/ the president says the evidence is in the state we're in/ again/ i watched them go/ i've seen sin/ i've seen a man get beaten because the color of his skin wasn't white/ and i won't give in/ to a phony computer system/ that runs on the gossip and ignorance of petty young children/ while filling/ their heads up with dreams of breaking out one day but it's not what it/ ever seems to be/ suffer the consequence of FEELING her up but not HAPPY/ because i have wishes too/ the difference is i've got a lot more to lose and i'm not afraid to do it///// ;; _______________________...the elitists say truth is nothing but the future; a date-rape monologue dressed in Kama Sutra. it's one over the others but when the others don't sit, the only one left standing is in a river of shhh.... we all can't shut up when the lesser man needs but it's one in ourself because the lesser man breeds. a poetic imbalance of nature and congruity, the pressure to take sides seems to revel in ambiguity. i can't stop believing in the laws of attraction, but i can't stop dreaming when i see nothing in action. it's so easy to say that this is just for now but when it comes time to change it's who, what, why, and HOW.. ..........///.. ....insert data.....sleep_ ________ ____________________________ ______________ __________________________ _____________________________________ _____________end...?????????////////// ///////////// ////////////// //////// ////// ///////////////// ///////here's a tip-__________close your eyes and turn up the music, imagine you're a kid again...innocence must feel so damn good.________________ __________/ /////////////////////////////////