Ya gots to understand..
Yell love the cats 😔
“And if someone was really listening, it could change their color, just a little bit”
Everyone is pouring it out, in some degree or another. By outpouring, they are subconsciously calling out for some desire.
Maybe they know it, maybe they don’t ..
But they’re trying.
And years later, another comes along and stumbles over a lyric, or a scene, or a paragraph.
Whatever pain is In them can be unlocked, by someone else.
So you notice,, something “kindred”.
And all that foo-foo stuff, all that
“We are one” talk,,well…
For a Moment it doesn’t seem quite so fucking lame.
If you look across the street at someone,
And you let your eye soak up what you see..
“That’s me”
Ideally.
If you’ve grown into a well rounded human being, you’ll say “there I am”.
I know people that do this with successful types, they gaze at the car or the clothes, the partner or the vocabulary…
Fixated.
Thirsty for winning.
Dying for it…
I do it with the barnacles.
The street folk.
Because I know
“That’s me”.
The concept of success becomes foreign,
The idea of winning becomes gross..
(Perverted)
Indeed.. yes yes and yes..
So I listen to stories about murder, monsters and compulsive killers…
The reason?
Gratitude.
I’m glad that’s not me.
Deeply.
I’m also glad that I wasn’t captured by that soap opera people are clamoring about..
I don’t see any knowledge in it.
Nothing to gain,,
Listening to lies fall from the mouths of liars.
Yawn to that..
Fuck your agenda.
But art?
I like art.
Bleeding and flow.
Traveling through time.
(If someone had anything worth saying)
If you were worth your salt.
Value, in those under layers.
“Have you learned anything?”
Anything at all?
Do you manage by telling yourself
“What will be, will be”?
Because it will.
Always..
Love thy neighbor…
Don’t trespass…
Beware of the anxious motor mouths.
Be ware of the clicky clack of the camera lens,
Beware of attention.
Your attention is valuable.
Give it to those with heart..
Everyone else gets the balls.
Close doors,, walk steady, smile within.
And there you have it…
(Weak ending)
I know,, kinda fumbled through this one,,didn’t catch it like I wanted…
(What were you trying to say?)
That I find nuggets, here and there, little balls of shining light, and it makes me feel better…
(Used too many words to get that across)
Yeah,,probably,,,
I hope my advertisers don’t get mad…
dawn 