In the forest I have dreamed

of vast chaotic things

dimensions of reality yet to be seen

in the darkness where I sit

i focus on the bliss

brought forth by beautiful silence

my thoughts come to pass

when i refill that glass

and exhume the remains of my soul

from the molten ash below

my heart cries out in pain

when i see what i disdain

has taken form and stares me in the face

how can i then begin to refrain

when the memory has now stained

my concience it has dwained

as the cosmic energy pangs

on the drums of thoughts remained

from the fears and doubts of yesterday

so i exhume those ashes

and reorganize the chaos 

the parts of me that clashes

and vibrates through the cosmos

in the forest where i dream.

I've been sitting here,
thinking about the good times we had,
seems so crystal clear,
all of the good along with the bad,
it all disappears,
when I am around the people I love,
it's like an hour glass filled with sand.

And I know, I need to take it a step at a time,
and live each day like it were my last,
cause the clock is something you can't rewind,
time passes by you so damn fast.

Put the past behind you and soldier on,
because the day is just about done,
if you waste your life, living in the past,
then you're never gonna have any fun.

Fuck those, who try and tell you this and that,
I tell em, don't you tread on me,
because liberty and freedom are now second class,
and soon you'll be another detainee.

For speaking your mind, you'll be locked inside,
of a maximum penetentiary,
because of the national defense authorization act,
which is destructive to our liberty.

Fuck AUMF, fuck the IRA, fuck the F motherfuckin CC.
Yes, I'm saying fuck, so I can prove a point, obviously.

Is it for shock value, is it for emphasis, I think you'll be the judge,
but soon we won't have freedom of speech, cause of the assholes reigning above.

They're all lazy bastards, who are persistent after, all the joy and laughter,
at the expense of everything that is. They're ok with tobacco and alcohol,
but they hate on cannabis.

Do nothing congress, our freedom's at stake, I say let's impeach them all,
the only motherfucker that makes half a lick of sense, is senator Ron Paul.

So, I urge you all, before it's too late, live each day, in your own special way.
Don't let them oppress, and alienate. Seems about time to overthrow this state.

This is just a sample, another example, of an attempt at a rhyme, by that wallofyawn guy.

note: this rhyme/lyric I invented, is patented, so if you steal it, and attempt to pass it off as your own, I will be forced to take legal action.

yo,

back in the day,
I was a hednostic,
bastard who was persistant,
after all the joy and laughter.

As a matter of fact,
I was always too crass,
seemed to sit on my ass,
and watch the world pass.

But now I've been reborn,
yo, I've changed my ways,
and I cherish the time I'm given,
each and every day.

I ignore the haters cause they give me no pay,
and to all of my critics, I won't be diswaged.

Listen to the words I speak, forget about the folks
who's whole existance is bleak. They choke cause they're broke you see.

And not broke financially, they're broken mentally,
because they can't see beyond all the crime and poverty.
It's sublime novelty, nostalgic to see, a broke economy.
And what's left for me? and what am I to believe?

We need a new way, a new day, to usher in the new age.
No more corporate greed, it's a tragedy to see,
all the potentiality, flushed down the drain, it's like an ugly stain,
on a beautiful dress and I won't be depressed, I just hope for best,
and forget about all the rest.

You jest.

Is it a voice within,

like a plant with roots embedded,

stretching vital signals thin,

with no idea of where it's headed?

Within every living object,

driving frequencies apart,

something only few detect,

what escapes the fractured heart?

Is it something quite abstract,

made of false realities,

is it like a heart attack,

seazing, giving way to thee?

Like a tree with branches spread,

both near and far apart,

what becomes of human souls,

when man has lost his mortal heart?

i am so close,

yet a million miles away.

I am so far,

from the colors and shapes.

I'll propose a toast,

to all of you.

I wish that I could run,

I wish that I could stay.

All these pictures,

piled on the floor.

Which one sticks,

take me back there.

I dream of those images,

and it makes my body sore.

I wish that I could glance,

but I can only stare.

i am so close,

yet a million miles away.

I am so far,

from the colors and shapes.

Insanity fills me with inspiration,

I gasp for breath, grasp for straws,

sipping me through desperation,

Glass.

Can't have, I want,

I hope for devastation.

Making me feel alive,

pollute me, soul penetration.

The thoughts they swarm like locusts,

on a dead carcass.

The soul feels scorned and dances,

in a dead circus.

Get spun around, spun around,

upside down, spun around.

Come crashing down, crashing down,

it's time to let go.

Take my sanity away.

Take my sanity away.

Rather not be like you.

Take my sanity away.