i ain't jokin' i have to ramble on

life is a tunnel but i've hit the wall and the light's have gone off. these stupid little actions scorch the edges of my soul like some discarded work of art. i need to learn to let things go. i'll get back on my path and the things will recede into the past and into oblivion where the forgotten creatures live. but they surround me and fall about me now. their heaviness strains my lungs but i almost don't want to push them off. i just don't see why i'm peeling each layer of my mind away for nothing, for it to be lost in the winds of submission far away.

take me to the houses of the holy, let me run over the hills and far away and ramble on. i aint jokin woman i have to ramble on. you shook me, my time has come. this communication breakdown left me dazed and confused. the dancing days are over, good times and bad times too. i need to go away from this place, take me to the ocean. how many times will i go through this? i can't quit you baby..you make me happy every single day..you know i'd never ever ever leave you.

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enter the struggler

Don't give up. I'm only starting to see the gravity of your situation. the extent of your damnation. In short I don't blame you for your frivolous disposition. I blame myself for not being enough to change it. That came out wrong. I can't, nor do I want to, change you. I just wish I was insentive enough to make you wish to change. Or maybe change is non-existant. I want you to grow. You're playing a static and stagnant role whilst I am flourishing and thriving. I know I'm not the same as I was when we were first in love, but the change is amplified relative your inert stance. I've always cared about you, but that too has been altered by the hand of circumstance. I've known countless feelings for you, attachment, love, lust, caring, anguish, concern. I've always felt something for you. Now it's stronger than ever before. No more silly juvenile notions of "love". I care for you like a sister, a mother, a lover, a friend. You say you don...

Lets make love. Let's make the dark night shine let's make bliss and happiness, and I will make you mine. Turn our scabbed hearts into rubies; our tears into diamond skies. burn our fears to embers and watch the ashes rise. We'll complete the circle, fill in all the cracks with our heads held high, never looking back.

ecotone

Instead of mindless expansion we should be expanding our minds. Finding solutions to stop our pollution, to reduce our waste. But we all chase after money and pointless things. Thinking they'll bring us happiness, or self worth. But it's the earth that pays for all the shit we throw away. Make take use, and it's garbage in just a day. But it doesn't just disappear. It's all still here, clogging the Earth's pores with eyesores of giant piles of trash. Every last diaper you've ever crapped in, is still trapped in a landfill. and it'll still be there long after we're gone. Where did we go wrong? When did we split off the evolutionary tree and plant ourselves in the soils of skewed priorities? Working to stay alive, working our nine to five as if the blood that fills our veins is made of money. And I find it funny, when we need air to breathe and this is supplied by trees, we clear cut our forests to build up our factories. We make junk to make a buck, b...

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