Lately days have been passing like a misty haze and i just can't keep track of time anymore...[sigh] probably i got a lot on my brain or something. But enough of the blah blah summer is coming near and hopefully that will bring some joy to my life (or it can just bring crappy news with stupid little kids making useless news).
Summertime can be great but without some J-O-Y its just another hot sweaty day with children who run away looking for something to destroy. Yup yup the city of San Antonio (where i live^^) ain't really all that packed with things to do around the sunny season..the most you'll get here is one night stands and some river walk boat action. But whatever its not like i'm looking forward to anything anywhere so why do i care....
Maybe i'm just human.
Blue skies filled with blue jays are nothing more then a dream coming to life for those who can't sleep;
Giving the people what they want but taking the truth from the core which holds the blueprint no human can bare;
But just like an infant if the childish request isn't met we then fall to the floor crushing the earth inside our hands.
Fingertips don't always get what they want...
But humanity itself is founded off of power and humanly gain and sadly without it we wouldn't exist without it;
Our days are nothing more then a development for the next race of beings who are in line with answers to all our errors today;
The irony of it all is that even knowing the outcome we still stand there waiting for the upcoming doom that has been placed over our heads.
Fingertips don't always get what they want...
While a young child is taught to be a team player in the real world his/her lesson are switch to a dog eat dog world once they take foot;
Doesn't that show our weakness? doesn't that show how selfish each of us are?
We beg for the world and are even willing to take it from ourselves...
Sometimes we just need to learn to let go....
Maybe that would save us.
~Robert Burton
Blue skies filled with blue jays are nothing more then a dream coming to life for those who can't sleep;
Giving the people what they want but taking the truth from the core which holds the blueprint no human can bare;
But just like an infant if the childish request isn't met we then fall to the floor crushing the earth inside our hands.
Fingertips don't always get what they want...
But humanity itself is founded off of power and humanly gain and sadly without it we would'nt exist without it;
Our days are nothing more then a development for the next race of beings who are in line with answers to all our errors today;
The irony of it all is that even knowing the outcome we still stand there waitng for the upcoming doom that has been placed over our heads.
Fingertips don't always get what they want...
While a young child is taught to be a team player in the real world his/her lesson are switch to a dog eat dog world once they take foot;
Doesn't that show our weakness? doesn't that show how selfish each of us are?
We beg for the world and are even willing to take it from oursevles...
Sometimes we just need to learn to let go....
Maybe that would save us.
~Robert Burton
I wonder what would come out on pen and paper if i just let the ink run.....
This world which i float in seems to be wrapped between the heavenly gates of wonder and the hellish nightmare with rants;
Friends are future foes with wisdom of victims who know how dear life is but now they no longer flow;
Sadly this is normal for this battle field called earth which provides for this virus called humanity.
Humans who fight with simple vanity...
Death is common due to reason that life is cut short by the friends who are now foes that float in the dark;
What happen to the moments which where sunny with the vibe of a family park?
But life isn't like the movies so don't believe in the glee the Holly Wood has to feed its viewers who are like crack to T.V.
Humans who fight with simple vanity...
Nothing is too noble but then again nothing is too pure;
Love is so beautiful but yet no one is there for it to adore;
Makes you wonder what we are fighting for?
~Robert Burton
Needles dipped in hot wax to make my bitter sense of reality relax as my veins turn blue and black;
Mixed fairy dust cut in a line just so i can feel better then "just fine";
Tainted brews that add a kick just after the body is done allows me to see the sun even when the moon has taken its place.
Drugs seem to make it all better in this type of place.....
Buildings rot from the inside as pretty faces come in and out with wire through their cheeks;
Without that high they force a smile and show their yellow teeth trying to make you believe they are apart of your society;
Sometimes you know your actions may be wrong but then again what is noble these days anyway.
Drugs seem to make it all better in this type of place....
Cover my wounds with Smokey stories that fall from your pipe;
Tell me that i am wrong when you yourself can't understand the tainted light;
Pills can't always be your friend...
But then again does that mean the needles will stop and the drugs will end?
~Robert
