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Lookin, lookin, lookin...

For the answers to all my questions.

My life is so real they tend to call it fiction.

My enemies can't see my diction,

Murdered by their own suspicion.

Lookin, lookin, lookin...

To be saved,

It's been days since I've been understood.

And I kept my mouth shut, just to save face tonight.

Damned to be hated... It's my birth right.

But my stance is upright

As my future remains bright

Cause I know I'm gonna be alright.

Lookin, lookin, lookin...

To live life lavishly, with all of the finer things

Not fast cars and money schemes,

But the peace of mind, body and soul

That was found when the bliss that was ignorance

Was replaced,

By the thirst of wanting to be free.

Fuck Bush and his capitalistic, alzheimers dreams.

We can be

What you and I were made to be,

A true definition of humantiy.



Lookin, lookin, lookin...

For acceptance.

Searchin, searchin, searchin...

For the sentence that gives substance to my

Sick sense of conscience.

To avoid the fragrance of nonsense

Before my intelligence becomes my hindrance,

In the instance, that you noticed my absence...

I was never there.



Lookin, lookin, lookin...

Searchin, searchin, searchin...

Findin, findin, findin...

Nothin, nothin, nothin...

Lookin ---

To be found by the words that lost me,

When I was trying to speak of my self

Without "the quality or character of being vulgar."

But "the ability or quality of perceiving, without

Conscious attention or reasoning."

But I was as predictable as rain in the spring...

Threatening, but not always following through.

So what's left to do? I asked you.

And you, over in the corner, remained silent,

As I realized,

That after all these years

Through the blank space of our understanding

You have said nothing to me.

Nothing, nothing, nothing...

Searching, searching, searching...

Aching, aching, aching...

Bleeding --

The blue ink that you call tears.

Battling, begging, bearing...

Bending, twisting, turning...

The poison you push my way,

Into poetic expression of emotion.

Yes, life is the bane of my existance

But poetry is my oxygen.

And I will fight to the end

Because you can not kill me my friend.

Me dies with you...



And it is that,

The reason that I was never here.

Because you were never born.

Adam and Eve, Big Bang, Apes...

Regardless...

You were never born

Because we have yet to love you for the right reasons.

Lookin, lookin, lookin...

Searchin, searchin, searchin...

For the reason that I know death.

Because,

Since me, dies with you,

And you were never born.

Then I was never here...Nor there.