Ramble On

You talk and talk and talk and talk

Yet...

What do you have to show for your rambling?

A friendly smile
A suggestive nod
An opinion louder than another

Blee Blah Blue
Whoop DE do!
Your point has been lost in an instant
Maybe next time you form a meaningful idea you will remember to write it down for the future
and instead of impressing dead ends
By being SO different
Or
By holding a stronger attitude than the last
Try to grow on your own
Sometimes weak
Sometimes numb
and you will never have to get nervous about falling asleep at night

You could learn a lot from biting your tongue
Even when the information is strong

You talk and talk and talk and talk

Yet...

Where has it ever lead you?

Down a one way road to another night of talking
Until your throat finally dries out
Soar

We know you do
Yes, I know its true
That we never get around to any of it
My mind may be strong and it can sure take a lot but I hold it in instead of letting it all go
No need to please the masses
By finding topics that appease them
Observe for a reason
Just sit back and leave them
Rambling on
Babbling on
just relax, take it easy
and I never have to get nervous about the walk back home

Ive learned a lot from biting my tongue
Even when the information is strong

You talk and talk and talk and talk

Yet...

What do you have to show for your rambling?

You Don't Blame The Lettuce...

You never blame the lettuce
for embracing what it's learned
whether it grew beside a crucifix
or inside a prison yard
It may grow up to be an astronaut
or wear your sisters clothes
As long as everything is done under the sun
and its dumb to smoke a cigarette
beside a tank of gasoline
to shoot an apple off the head of a baby
crying in the street
maybe a little misdirection is all one really needs
Explosions may sound beautiful to me...

Adorned in army green and chewing bubble gum
Yelling never helped to cure the vertigo
Vaporized
Bi-polarized
Glad to be monopolized
At least you had the cash to buy new shoes

You never blame the open door
for carrying in the wind
You never blame the shiny blade
for digging in your skin
Your temples have been throbbing
Your head is bound to hurt another day
as long as the doctors can identify your pain

You never blame the lettuce
for rotting in the ground
They've got scientists and activists
to point the blame on other things
like the fact that its not getting enough
action in the bedroom
Its not romanticized
No, its just criticized
It has passion for its mother and it has passion for its dog
One it needs to follow and the other tags along
and speaking of connection
The only charity that you have ever been offered
Was from the man next door who wanted
to burn
your house
down

Sweet anarchy!
New plastic slavery
THEY are out to get us
Don't blame the lettuce

Friends

We walk around like a parade of gypsy's
Not knowing which one of us is going to fuck, cheat, steal, or love
But we feel different
"Not much like the others." They say...
No.
Not us...
We have sifted through the muck
Like stubbed toes of our generation
Trying to find ourselves
Expressing pain as if it were a drug rubbed under everyone's noses
Reaching out to be numb

Even time is hard to come by these days
15.00 dollars at sun rise
0.00 by midnight
Slaves to the three part circus act
Fuel for tripe devastation
Explosive
As if there were blockbusters primed on every street corner
Detonated only by the madness of our fruitless desperation
We live together
We die together
Always seconds away from picking out our insides
and putting them on display for any on-lookers to wrap up and take home