Once Upon a Time on Myspace September 18th, 2009

Reflections on a Spinning Plate:

a lone star feeling of servitude to the fellow man
who spits in your tea
and licks your palm to disgust you and give you disease
the pathetic son of a pathetic father
who doesn't understand the human condition
blasted by the masses
for being to encompassed in compassion
a bold mistake in the mere flakes of snow falling down
you are nothing but cold
and the laser light show has been reserved for nothing
catastrophe is bittersweet
pushing you down and pulling you out
what is it then that lets me sit in turmoil

under the stars dreaming i am happy

feeling it to

in this last indignation of morose ideals

pitted under my cleated feet

the time may come

when the grass is torn from the earth

and fire prevails where water once flourished

and the rivers don't run

but collide into nothingness

against jagged stones of lava rock

do not begrudge me a grim outlook

it is not for me to say what isn't said

the time may come when you understand these words,

and until then you will see me as depressive

but the answer is as clear as ice

and gone just as quickly in a desert sun

once removed from the cooler

i am optimistically stupid

and naive thoughts serve to better me

i am a child trapped in an aging body of flab

and failure may follow me around

but i choose to look on some brighter plane

and when you decide to finally spit on me

and lick my palms

to give me diseases,

i will take them

i will wipe them, and die

and i will try to find a guided light

shrouded in what you supposed was misery with me