Unforgiven

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too.

Ladies and Gents- 'The Bird'

So listen up ladies...there's this situation thats come to my attention...rather has been brought to my attention. Its a little disturbing and I am told that only I can fix it. This observation comes from the lazies who like to pass the responsibility / buck.

I suppose its easy for people to assume..that I will undoubtedly take up the cause.

String on my cape and swoop to the rescue.

But heres an interesting fact. I have my own crisis.

Well I'm glad. I don't need a superhero to come pull my butt outta the pan. I have accepted the responsibility for my own resurrection.

The subject around who this particular issue deals with... has in the past indulged in the same reckless , ignorant pursuit. Well wouldn't blame the subject. It's difficult being stupid. I know..... I've been stupid.

The world looks like a massive playground with innumerable toys and merry go around's to play with. tsk. The stupid folk do not realize that the board which says 'private property' is lying flat on the wet grass with muddy footprints of kids all upon it. Well just cause its knocked over doesn't mean it don't exist cause believe you me...somebody's gonna be wielding a shotgun while blurting colorful nothings and perhaps tripping over the first step of their trailer park van in the process.

Lets just put it this way... I might be able to fix it. But fuck... I've done it before and paid for it. Sticking my nose where it don't belong. The thin grease of shit I contracted while pulling back still stinks. Blech. So yeh like I said I got my own shit and the cape ladies and gents lately has done nothing but chocked me. So while I gasp for my breath and watch the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of me.... I for a fleeting moment am tempted or perhaps was tempted to ride my white horse with my sword swinging in my steady hands. But ......but ......but.... for the sake of my own sanity...well being...peace of mind.........

I'm a sit this one out bitches.

Little things

Boy u got some nerve throwing ur bling around....

Hey my ears they hear...a rather peaceful sound...

I want one of those you know..those things that sparkle...

I pledge to you to now...I'll be the best. Better than the rest. My undying quest.

Kanye West wants bling in his teeth..

That Hilton girl has pearls in sheet...

New York has the buildings

L.A. has the clubs

My want however is little..

You know I want one of those...

You're in your beamer cruising around

Do you see the dreamer laying still on the ground

or is the bright light too blinding

In your ivory tower you are hiding...

My needs are very scarce...

I want one of those you know..

Those things that shine....

My world so grey

Your morning ray

Your life that you are living

What is it that you're giving...

I want one of those you know..

those things that save..

The ones that remain..

Have you figured it out?

Do I have to shout?

Is my voice at all piercing?

You know those things that I want in life...

Aren't they worth keeping......?

I want one of those you know...the things that stay...

The ones that hold your hand... keep storms at bay.