why am i hanging from this tree
where is that path that is leaving me
and where could it go without me
even though im upside down
my world still wears my frown
if i let go ill break my crown
and if i dont ill never know
if gravity is affected by me
or if i am the effective one
that is waiting for the apple to fall
or is the apple defective
or is newton changing the universe
by intercepting the apple that
was necessary to fall
and was meant to hit the ground
but who is the reality
when the world is a stage
and your perception is your frame
and you are playing a game
that you made up
and are hopelessly caught up inside
watch the lessons unfold and the lives untold
the bible is caught in a scroll
and the digitization
is nothing but a whole
lotta numbers
that dont care either way
if anyone falls from a tree
or whoever just needs to flee
round the lake and make it back to safety
before the path that waits
vegetates if you are too late
make sure you dont hate
fire is compost
that leaves you like toast
who burned the most
and the holy ghost
wouldnt look at this post
and all i know
is that i have to be right there
to be there
at all
and life is for the living of it
and the path is for the chasing it
and the way is the darkest
for those holding the light
for the life within it
is not the abuse of it
abuse is the misuse of the sin in it
the further you fall
the longer i call
abuse is not the fault of the living
it is the fault of dead
but the living live with it
as long as it
is alive
its not her fault
he abused her
and it is not her fault
she abused me
nothing matters
apple batters
batter the head that matters
make it like i know the most
holy ghost
have some compost on your toast
eat some poo
its good for you
eat some red green blue baby poo poo
whatever kills me is good for you
well see who dies here
me or you
everyone thinks they know
what its like
in the belly of the beast
but when they see a traveler
they never recognize
the face
and gonzo baby gotta go boom
and rock the room
a tree fell in my bacckyard
i have photos of ground zero
i dont hate trees
or storms
im just glad that it happened in my backyard
and not the house
thank god i wasnt consumed by the tree
that could have crashed through my house
and what could have happened
to all the things that make me me
all these things ccould have gone boom
and i could have rocked the room
i dont know why
but this is i
who stacked the logs for my neighbrs to use
abuse and burn
whatever
doesnt matter
people love a fire pit
everything decomposes somehow
and this is all our community
their fire
will be my entertainment
as we all live
in the woods
so my feelings dont matter
because i have no way of knowing
how i came to know this instrument
but the pleasure that i do is enough for me too
and this instrument is me
this is my self discovery
and how it happend to me
i couldnt give two squirts of pee
fix this animosity
if its broke
im damnd if i can fix it
i cant give it anything
that it doesnt already know it needs
if the knower is going nowhere
then where is he leading me
because i kill myself daily
from these feelings that have imprisoned me
and i walk outside
and you kill me all over
with my insanity
my abnormality
can not work in this climate
of hate
feel like a primate
who can talk about feelings
think he knows love
and believes in his hate
believes in conspiracy theories
like santa claus is not real
does that make mom and dad bad
or does is convict me to tell another tale
and let the worry run away
while i am not afraid to let him stay