Plain @ MindSay 
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My voice is tired
I can barely speak a whisper these words
We clear our minds
And these broken bottles and glasses
Heal our lives.
So drinks to the skies
and blood to your eyes
This rooftop is understanding
So swallow your pride, or choke till you die
Cause this fall's unforgiving
So call on your angels
To get your fall tonight
And I'll crawl on my hands
Pouring out my insides.
I'll wait for you
Hoping to change your mind
Hoping's all I can do.
These days are tired and the nights are overwhelming
As we spoke through silence
A routine silence, with nothing more to say
So drinks to the skies
And blood to your eyes
I'll be understanding
Tonight I'll understand everything tonight.
I'll wait for you
Hoping to change your mind
Hoping's all I can do.
So I'll wait for you
Hoping to change your mind.
Hoping's all I can do.
And I'm dying because your leaving
Hopes abandoned, my heart's still beating
But I never gave up trying I did everything for you
I did everything
So I'll wait for you
Hoping to change your mind.
I'll wait for you.
She seems to be going through times no easier than she was as the beginning of the relationship. That is to say she has gotten worse. I'm wondering what she'll do to herself next. It worries me. I don't feel as though this is something under my control, nor would I wish it were so. I only want to be with her. I don't want to be for her. She needs herself, and only herself. What happens next though? How does she heal from the wounds she bears already? I've suggested that she talk to someone. Someone who has an education. Someone other than me. I only finished college, which some of you call high school. Besides, I'm biased.
I don't want this again. I just want them to look after themselves. I gess the first two did. They ditched me. Ha. That's a depressing, although curiously eye opening, thought.
I'd like to talk to my exs. Old friends. Old enemies, sometimes. It's sad, but I don't know how. I don't even know their numbers, some of them. What do I do then? I know there are phone books. I know where some of them live. Is that enough? Maybe. I'll have to remember tomorrow.
There was something important that I remembered this morning but can't recall. Very important. I'm a mess. What was it?
The thing that dominates my mind right now is how she is going to react when she reads this. I bet she doesn't talk to me for hours and when I finally call her she acts as though nothing is wrong, or tries to hide it and doesn't tell me most of the problem. I can only think of how much time that will take, and the way she does it every time something goes wrong. Does anyone have any hints? How do I deal with this, I wonder.
I've grown so much since my first girlfriend. It's strange thinking of things that I used to do. Things I've grown out of, or ways that I've changed mentally. My perception of my surroundings has changed dramatically. I don't feel like a kid anymore. I just feel like someone who has yet to find where they belong. I wonder when that'll happen. It doesn't matter yet. It will happen.
Just another post on the all-mighty Internet. Let's see how it does.
"But if you really want to live/Why not try and Make Yourself"
I wonder, if she breaks will she heal the right way? I wonder if there will be cracks in the pottery. Beauty in imperfection seems to be a common theme these days. Will it suit her?
-Mitch
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain
but the rain in Rochester falls mainly in the drain...
and the drain leads into my backyard.
and its mucky and gross.
Plain White Rapper
Word…to the people:
Hope its not to late
the enemy is great
inside the gate
No time to extrapolate
nor hesitate, nor attempt to satiate
the forces that inundate and abate
with convolution, our institution,
the problem prepared with resolution
then the solution, adding to the dissolution, of our Constitution
You can turn me on, or turn me off with your clapper
No need to heed or concede to,
just a Plain White Rapper
The forces are the Council on Foreign Relations
causing wars with reparations and salutations
whose situations lead to infatuations
with reverberations from the United Nations
that deceive and hide
working from the inside
as they confide
to take the country for a ride
on a downhill slide, they decide and you abide
You can pencil me in or erase me with a zapper
No cause to pause or applause,
just a Plain White Rapper
Tri-Lateral Commission
calling for your submission to their petition
Without inhibition, with contrition
they become your politician
As they are brave to rave and pretend to save
they enslave from within their conclave
with a New World made to Order
yet refuse to close the border
but retain and freedom restrain
while they attain and remain above the pain
See me as a quirk, a jerk, a knee slapper
You can cry or sigh or even deny,
just a Plain White Rapper
A coalition of gangsters
these Federal Reserve Banksters
in collusion, present an illusion of an American Institution
Collecting restitution while wreaking destitution
with their toy, their collection boy,
The Internal Revenue will Service you
no lax in view increased tax will do,
levy of a fine if you fall behind
Question not their kind no reason to find
keep you toeing the line, your nose to the grind and mind
Call me Ray or call me Jay or call me Frank Zappa
Tell me I’m insane, ignore my refrain, yet I remain,
just a Plain White Rapper
Not dissing you
please listen to
what is being revealed, to your senses appealed, let your heart be sealed
There’s hope in sight, no need to fright, let your soul delight
hold on tight with all your might, as you see the Light
Hark and learn, of His soon return
Don’t let your spirit spurn, don’t let your soul burn
This Lord of lords, this King of kings
no more death stings, salvation Christ brings, as angels sing
All through, this rap for you and heretofore the capper
Accept his call, surrender all, as I fall,
just a Plain White Rapper
David Junah©
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