Echoes of cerebral Cortex misfirings
Remnants of age old adages inspiring
My thoughts and steps and directionless breaths
Inhale outhale, reject accept, been proud Been pale been completely clueless(Stacey dash)
And it’s that ego high false hope that gets my palms perspiring(moms
The resume looks crisp but seemingly no one is hiring
That mental breakdown state of unsound..mind/where you think the fbi is coming so your hiding inside
Going through your trash to see what evidence they could find, thinking you’re on candy camera (what a candid way to die)
But the cops never came so you feel twice as insane
It all gets pretty strange up in the Lizard brain
Still we remain..
So we make our way down whatever path we take, swing batter batter at that old friend fate, hope that brain and that body and that heart don’t break, it’ll bruise and get better like buddy Wakefield say,
people acting like people are plastic, they conversate on who is real or fake
They’re method acting people who put meth in each other’s birthday cake/type of crazy get you feeling crazy type of way

Meanwhile while the bells are all ringing
I’m singing up in earth and heaven combinated,
like Im ambidextrous with the left right right left combinations, visions of me holding up the universe while my fingers are breaking
Now that’s what I call hand eye coordination
Oooooh pro-created procreations, we used abbreviations, an unequivocal awkwardness
we danced like angels under clouds just in case
yanno for heavens-saking
Irish goodbye salutations for quote unquote lovemaking
Abbreviated notions of knowing so there’s no non-mistaking
Double negative Utterances of positivity
Within the kid in me...
its bonjour mon ami
happy if I go luckily, but feel As cursed as robot in the mirror saying please be real with me/what’s the deal with me? What the frig mister lahey? (Randy!!!)
Father figures and gay lovers and push shovers and estranged brothers and bad cops and good mothers and still sufferers
are all beautifully
entangled in this thing we call existing daily
No joy can compare to the sadness that I see, inside the minds and on the faces of society, they sit on park benches and look just like Keanu Reeves/ask Jeeves (gps are you lonely?) knock knock! Who’s there? I dare..I dare who? I dare depression to stop fuckin haunting me
Visions of my papa kinda sorta killing me, I feel him fading with the season changing turning leaves
cats in the cradle what’s the label type relationship, both too old for the ball and glove backyard catch, but I guess...anything is better than the hand to hand combat. Between father and son under setting sunset
, and I wonder if he hums..my songs in his head when he wakes up in the morn
See I Went from playground swinger backyard football pinky breaker
To half talked half sung half assed song maker..but I’ve always been a shimmyshaker, can’t pay bills on time take your time-taker..pot and pans for the Stoner and bakers
Went from Elemental bliss kiss kiss in elementary school
To wondering if anyone will think thisss is cool