selling my body for cherry blasts's blog: "Poet-try"

As the elder statesman looks back on his life, He smiles and decides that what he did was right. Even though he knew it was all a disguise He wasn’t just playing tricks, they were necessary lies. Watch as they follow him one by one. Each an individual in their own ear drums They listen to the beat that they hope is right Wishing to be seen but staying out of sight. This group can function as an on-going whole. but every individual’s still searching for their soul. They only search as far as their limits let them go. After that it’s up to him, he tells them what they want to know. He hides, ducks and slides all distractions Fighting when he needs too for group satisfaction Independent and solace is how this man appears but internally in chaos confronting every bodies fears It’s this simple fact, that the people they flock, Willing to see death, but not deal with the shock Behind a curtain of love they steadily walk Able to judge, but not deal with the result Shed the artificial cover of symbolic protection Lace up your hiking boots and pick a direction Sink or swim? The only difference is the outcome Death isn’t worth waiting for, getting there is half the fun This doesn’t mean discount everything that you’ve learned It only means question it, don’t just concur. You’ll never-ever be right, and that is the secret, Always live with passion, never doubt and regret. Lessons once taught to my grateful kin, How I love them from end to begin, But the “cover-up” is over and I need to repent Sincerely yours, the elder statesman.

for a friend who's didn't think summer 07 was worth the wait.... When we were together, time didn't exist. Just a sunrise, a sunset, a few beers and palm trees. Every weekend make the drive straight to Carolina beach. The land of surprise, tell you' how, never why? The first day we met she served me fries and a burger; she invited a stranger to swim inside her torture. We talked about forever, and came up real short. Like having a magazine, but needing a book. Couple crazy balloons, who pops first?? I can still remember as we drifted the shoreline, over and, over and, over again. The way her footprints matched the sand, had to make the ocean sad, but he had a job too do, erase the old for sake of new. Her sandy hair and bikini top made every guy stop to watch. Look at the stats, call up the cops. People like us, we die young. The wild times with crazy fun The highs, the lows. The greens, the rums. All the love with everyone, wasn’t enough. To keep poor Jenn from checking the clock, and choosing to run

doc come help, i need to take it easy. the faster the life, the more it seems to please me. it's time to decide, the right road to try. turn left it's this, turn right it's why? if we cant depend on the world then why even try. i dare you to build a building that's gonna block the sky. and you just watch, some ass-holes gonna try, and it's just our luck, that were not gonna die. we're gonna survive on hamburgers and fries, and a big-ass building that blocks the sky.