on my miscreant thoughts
harbored by wet whispered silence
tow the line between mental crime
for nary a rhyme or reason
Season two made me understand
how no one could love me like my hand
I'm just a man in this grand plan
but damn if it ain't some kind of ham
to breathe in this thing called life
I tried the hubby and wife thing
the ring held me hostage
to avoidance and nawcious rawcous
interactions with no satisfaction
to the point where there Stones sang
about the road to rain
and opportunity for pain
that proved what?
Im a product of mistake and recreate
similarity in fate
but of late i don't care anymore
the world being my oyster
isn't all this small window of being is
seeing is proof put in perspective
i'm selective about what i want
a simple moment of peace
a reason to cease with the rough and tumble seas
i just want calm waters
and a good life for my son and daughters
away with the bullshit that relations seem to create
since creation
chay 2009
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