taken by drink

 when the spirits hit the blood stream

my mind begins the dream

she'll be home soon

ill have shit to do

ill get shit for doing nothing

thou i haven't been doing nothing

the rush flows

this generation

generations past and future

spirits flowing

talking tales setting sails

distant surfaces distant stands

we play around the edges of what's important

spending all our lives dreaming in circles

she'll be home soon

the idle dreaming will end

there will be chores to do

it's not her fault

it's not my fault

shit still gotta get done

when the spirits hit the blood stream 

the song is unleashed 

the dance begins 

the light moves over the trees

exposure

 there was her neck 

naked bronze honey tone

when she turned her head in summertime 

her hair gave permit opportunity

exposing the soft warm hue

and I bend over her shoulder to kiss 

her head falling into mine

salty sweet melting heat

The only band that really matters....

 police and thieves

police as thieves

thieves policing streets

fighting the nation

guns and ammunition

hearts and minds

minds left blind

lives left behind

police and thieves

thieves policing the streets

minds left behind

think too much lose your mind

mind your goddamn business

business thriving

lives left behind

move on up just 

stay blind

 writing this shit down and reading it later

this shit dont make no sense

It's a mess in here

 the socializers have left the house

been nearly 2 weeks

things are slack

disorganized 

weak

no rules 

no ambition

cause celeb for obvious reasons

but the change 

be the change

as white supremacy beams more brightly on the stage

it's occupied history

 time to take stock 

to mobilize thoughts

to learn the forgotten

be inlightened as seen now negative

introspect

collect threads fabrics

of life inquisitive's quilt collage

melting pot 

fights and drawn lots

places prohibited 

police provocation 

special treatment and moving violations

broken taillight middle of the night

broken window policy lack of rights

places to challenge places to stay

make all the bad go away

it's a mess out here

but not here alone.

it's the same old new thing

 the years are grinding gears 

tyranny just a few shifts away

into the game the players play

darkness ensues 

the counterculture the newsman the taxman the slave

women registered and delivered

push everyone away

get out of here

the lights have gone out

there is no place for refuge

return to another place and time

gone fishing or buffalo hunting

won't be back

the lights don't work

in fact the power is out

if you're interested you'll have to figure it out