Confiscate Who?

Startled by the commotion next door, eyes ablaze, the sweat poured down the torso of the beast.
A frothy collection eternal and internal-wickedness; intermingled.
Displayed blatantly upon faces who stare back waiting for the next series of blows; to my mind.

My mind? Who's mind? Blue's mind?
This cannot stand firm beneath their beliefs of utter acceptance and simple happiness, though all that can be controlled is held in the palm of my hand.
Penny to fingertip, leaves fingerprints..one, two, three; atop kazillions of literal beings in all their bacteria filled lives, made just a wee bit clearer by infinite hope.

Misfortune and Delight

BLUE
grey
broken

like a ray of starlight, you startled me

Speaking three letters, sweetly

nothing more can be spoken in turns of unbreakable mobility

ears focused on the opposition
feet tingle, jingle, tip toe, slow~mo


we're swaying to and fro, no place to go, just home.
with all the time to roam and zone and bone.
holler dance and swing
keep on groovin, meetin the beat, stayin outta your seat

these thrills, givin' me the chills


but nobody consumed any pills, inherently, why feel doom?
now is about the time your mind should be booming, eyeballs a looming
and your sitting here in gloom, jumping in and out of hoops, hoping one day you'll get swooped.

COFFEE

awaken three! this is but a dream.

they've made you king,
and now the time has come to sing
of mysteries and moons to come,
of coffee beans, of wine and rum.

the sand clutched in my hand, means nothing,
as dreams slipped thru my head, like hand to sand,
impossible to bag, untamed as the sea.

sip once and die, sip twice and live forever
ill take the latter, so long as i get none fatter,
in the head,
might just have a problem, getting out of bed.

wake up to the smell of whores,
their asses sticking to hardwood floors,
some bitch forgot to close the door,
now we're all face down in this muck,
and we've fresh run out of luck.

cause apparently its not allowed,
to buy a hooker and call it fair when all shes wearing is her hair,
and you've dressed up just like a bear.

trying to scare her to submission, til at last you begin the mission((from god))
to purify and rectify and.. oh shit youre not filming this?

they've taken you away
put you in a cage
away from me, and it hurts you see,
magnanimously.

crushing,
like defeat, the fucking irony is, i didn't even compete,
just took the front seat,
watched you slide down the street.

you were looking for meat, but ended up in the grinder,
the beginning truly has, become hard to remember.
now they're pounding your bones, day after day
alone here, i pray,
fighting in the grey
til you and me, sip our coffee by the sea.

the rolling waves will cover me, taking me out to be free
watch me from the lip of sand, but please don't try to hold my hand
as i sail in to the sun, turn around and walk away,
that way you'll miss the spray, as i go under and float away.

To find venue elsewhere

to seek to find a venue to express thoughts. Not necessarily a bad thing to post about feelings thoughts emotions drives but to do so in a intellectual manner without presumptions and without meaningless banter.
here we go, the beginning of something, a foundation of sorts, a dynamic template with the intent to do good and to make smiles spread as easily as warm butter.
To simply make us happy and to encourage positive communication amongst all.