Circles

Bombed on insecticide, trying to hide.
How satisfied, I am with my life.
Writers block, Lack of self-reflection.
Not to mention, feeling invincible.
Words, Words, Words,
One, Two, many a words.
One, Two, many a memories.
One, Two, who grew but,
knew doom was soon.
I am not, not afraid, but
this does not mean.
I am not, not angry.
We can't stay stagnet forever.
Posted up in the same place,
talking about being a gangsta.
Talking about, talking about,
finally getting on up and walking on out.
Getting up and getting a dream.
Getting an exsistence that,
somehow means, something,
to some other being.
Life just isn't what I expected.

And Squares.

It takes one twist, of the wrist, for I flip the script.
Hit the tip, sit and sit with relentless, restlessness.
Amounts of worry that exist in infinite.
Gallons and gallons of liters pour through my pores.
Sweat soaks my sheets, but dreams,
don't sweep my sleep.  My heart beats and beats.
I think and think til I reach my peak.
Constant constipation, hand to knees.
Hoverin over the urinal, dry hurlin, hurtin towards perfect.
If my existence is worthless...
If my life really means nothing...
Then my presence is precious, and
my plight already holds everything.
Then, what am I searching for?
What statement may I create?
That might make the world feel more profound.
Dreams bleed, recede, and reappear as tears.
Pillars in mirrors, broken and shattered.
The echoes and echoes of laughter and laughter.
((KNOCK!!KNOCK!!))((KNOCK!!KNOCK!!))
          "Jimi..."          ,          "Jimi..."
             "...is something the matter?"
I quick gather an answer,
then flashback fast, right back to the past...

Giving Up

It's like I don't even wanna deal with it.
I'm fighting to keep a float.

It kinda feels like I'm crumblin,
meltin into the floor, being absorbed,
feeling a feel, of a feeling, I shouldn't feel.
I can't keep on top of the hill.
I'm king of this field.
Sand castles to build.
To topple collapse and just disappear.
Nobody notice I'm here.
I'm not quite sure why,
I've stepped into this sphere.

ha, ha, ha,

These jokes are a shield.
I use to deflect how I feel.
These suns are a fix.
That never change, how I feel.