Face the Gun!

Have you ever felt discombobulated?
A feeling of near euphoria,
Leaving you dishevelled?
By dishevelled I do not mean incapacitated,
it's more like disappreciated.
One of those moments you see in a film;
hard to explain,
vivid in remembrance.

Remembrance
Remember the times
all gone now, alone
living by the rules
rules set scared, due to fear
no,
rules set clear, clear from experience
fear from experience
or experience of fear.
I fear no experience

Yeah, yeah, how does it go?
the one about rules and it being broken
it's fright night again
I'm talking witch doctors & floating corpses
a bit extreme, a bit obscene
but I'm back again
to experience the fear
NO!
to FACE the experience,
Experience IS Fear!

Less & More

What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
But whats so wrong with profiting from the immoral acts with which we face the ever living endurances of our past?
Looking back at the image in the mirror
And all we see is the future on the mural
For what is apostasy after all but seeing the light of our actions
Acting like we're all in THE utopia
Knowing our desires become quite unattainable

But the pursuit of perfection is all that creates the important distinction
Fair and well we all are individuals and the ideals represent everything we fight against
But once we stop trying, it all falls to shit
But achieving the success turns it out to be more like a hit
Deceased or in feces are the extremes of our reaches
In between comes a ground
Within which we have to pretend we are reaching for each
Both unattainable, yet becoming the ultimate desire
Not wanting to achieve it
Yet dying to believe it
Mindfuck, i know and that's what i'll call it
Comprehension, i'll try, it'll be the ultimate retire!

Enigma

Sexual being
Henceforth seeing
All that is and would be,
Becoming the man that couldn't be
Or maybe even that which he is afraid to see!
Invigorating......yes,
Possibly depreciating
That individual that wasn't and wouldn't be
Shouldn't be worried or could he be?
Desperately searching for direction,
a permanent notion that could forever be

It's the Life

People think that i'm crazy, i say i'm just mad.
Baby, maybe its the way that i am.
it could be changed, still would be me,
but i still should be permitted or granted the will to be what i feel confy at confy, comfortable.
Like a table it isn't necessary to be understood,
just appreciated & put to good use.
But that's where the problem comes.
Are we human tools or toodle poo.
By toodle poo, i do mean useful tools
just living to get by ,
or satisfy the needs of our sad priviledges.
Yea, it all gets twisted and we all do have double standards.
Try as we may, we still are hypocritical of everything typical,
trying to be holier than thou!
It's the life!!!!

Random maybe?....helped me greatly!

Hey baby,
i'm feeling ironically impressed,
depressed maybe?
okay, let's talk about halie,
eminem's baby?
no emperor selasie's baby
fuck getting baked,
i need a natural high
to come back to life

shit never works out good like it all needs to be
i'm writing here, trying to express what i feel
only i don't know what i feel
best described as an afternoon repression
derived when we're all in a regression
economical regression?
no no no, fuck it, i'm out!!