Snake-eyed Cult-evader

I awoke this morning covered in what I thought was my own sweat after writhing around unconscious all night. After seven hours of twisting sleep I had hoped to be rested and ready for the day. Not the case. The moisture was actually a slimy residue from the rash of lies and deceit. The shrieking alarm was a grim reminder that I had spent the last few restless hours trying to escape the inescapable hellbilly cult that had taken me hostage. Now my nails have lengthened to talons, horns reemerged and tail sprouting, and that old evil smile is a nice compliment to snake eyes and forked tongue. Hustler credentials reinstated. Strike up the band!

NIN - Survivalism
I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us all she had but we went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs our mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

Hypnotic sounds of sirens echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles, the marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing in your lies
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

All bruised and broken, bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

Big Sur to St. Pete, Coast to Coast Soulkist

Nothing, no thing...can erase the doubt, remorse & regret...
the unbearable suckness of being, without you.
At times it is overwhelming, and always too familiar.
I can pretend I'm feeling human again,
and stow it away for moments strung together here & there,
but shadows keep tapping me on the shoulder
and begging me for change that comes from within.
Loss is the overriding theme of every day,
with a vicious undertow that has taken the best of me under.
Daily filling a bottomless well of self-loathing
and frustration with emptiness and dried up tears.
Despair rules the night. Run just to be running.
Fearful am I our lives will forever follow separate paths,
and that I will always look back over my tracks
to the time when we walked in the same line,
today deeply longing for then and settling for now,
remnants of what could have been.
What is happening here...what am I doing...
what have I become...what am I turning into?
I do what I do, I use what I use. I give all I can give.
It's getting harder to feel and easier to see.
Where do I go from here? Acceptance? Apathy.
Feel the sensation of climbing a mountain backwards,
seeing how quick it would be to run and tumble
downhill all the while, not knowing how much farther, higher
or wider left to climb, only to plunge down the other side.
For what is really the top? It's all downhill from there,
and you can't stay up there alone.
It's neither the journey nor the arrival,
but what you leave behind that demands attention.
How else can you base an opinion on the now?
Have I seen the last soul-kissed smile from thee?
The kind that shines from within you,
and smashes the darkness within me...
did I not realize when the last one passed through my eyes?
These desperate hands that once felt your golden touch
are now grasping at thin air
and clawing through dry sandy soil,
even clutching muddy rocky shifting river bottom
to just hang on to anything that resembles life...
the life I once loved with you.
As I lay on the canyon floor of my heart of stone,
looking up I can still catch a glimpse of you waving goodbye.
When a soul loses its mate, it is lost forever.
The soul that Is.

Hendrix reprise...

Down the street you can hear her scream
"You're a disgrace!"
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand,
Fall in the sea eventually.

When Dogs Run Free

RUFF RUFF LICK ROXY MAMA!



If dogs run free, then why not we
Across the swooping plain?
My ears hear a symphony
Of two mules, trains and rain
The best is always yet to come
That's what they explain to me
Just do your thing, you'll be king
If dogs run free

If dogs run free, why not me
Across the swamp of time?
My mind weaves a symphony
And tapestry of rhyme
Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee
So it may flow and be
To each his own, it's all unknown
If dogs run free

If dogs run free, then what must be
Must be and that is all
True Love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall
In harmony with the cosmic sea
True Love needs no company
In can cure the soul, it can make it whole
If dogs run free (Bob Dylan)



Dear Roxy,
I wish you were here, running free with glee
So you could see how kites cannot escape me!
We could swim and eat and wrestle and sniff
And snooze and snuggle for hours, but only if
You spend your dog years by my side again
And let me donkey kiss your sweet furry chin!
Love, Cyrus_______________