I am flaccid, Spent.
The popular use of the word is a perfect metaphor.
I feel the fact of the strength
I have the urge to use the strength
But the strength eludes my grasping
Lacking of the apropriate stimulus
For too long, and with too much intensity did my candle burn
Spent. Flaccid. Consumed
Unable to have the passion,
perhaps just unable to experiance it
to possess it, to be possessed by it.
A wick is spent, gone, as real and unobtainable as time
the wax wasted, though.
too much discarded and strewn
gathered, and a new reason; a new wick,
then, a new candle...
Only, what is the wick?
the reason?
the stimulus?

"Down which hill did a small child roll?"
Found down river by a couple who stroll
was a small child, pale and still
"If we're to find the reason we must find that hill!"

the child examined, no identity found
growing frustration; "the child was bound!"
foul play it was, murder the charge
must find the culprit, still at large.

Crowds chase me over the edge,
yet i enjoy it just as much as they.
its just a litle game we play.
i get back up and dust on down,
but now the crowd has a frown
now the game has turned bad
cause the crowd, it got mad
so now i run, and with no smile
for now i run, the dead man's mile

crowds of people surroud me
tides of the mob confoud me

metaphors of sociology
observation of the Them
too consumed with escapology
and thats just the problem

too different an opinion
from the teeming masses
i wont be the vogue's minion
wont divide 'em into classes

chocolate
it is just a food they say.
ambrosia, perhaps, but just food.
how can they say this thing, though?
just food indeed,
when it makes me feel so good.
her
she's just a girl they say
enchanting, perhaps, but just a girl.
how can they say it?
just a girl,
not when she makes me feel so great

that
its just... what is it? they ask
strange, it is, but what is it?
now i know how they say "just"
its a stae of mind
and dont you know it makes me feel so good.

Summer

summer heat
down the beach
cruise the beat
and find a niche

bikini girls
have a perv
waves in curls
make boarders swerve (sp?)

see guys swim around
an' get beat down
almost drown
what a clown

lying down
on the sand
without a frown
feelin far from bland

kinda sleepy
so i take a turn
kinda creepy
wake up to a burn

aloe vera
natural healer
but it still hurts
when wearing shirts

muhahaha...