i swear i'll know your face in the crowd.

for a lack of better words,

YOU'RE MY GOOD FEELING.

the creation of the pauper.

money is a lost cause,

thats growing far too old,

and it can't even measure,

it's weight's worth in gold.

there's too many stocks,

& too little time,

and too many bankers,

who nickel and dime,

and give away things,

even they can't repay,

and they lose lots of money,

then they call it a day.

because you can't expect someone to pay back,

what they couldn't afford to start,

but we keep feeding these people loans,

as if it were a kind of art.

now we're losing all our profits,

and we're losing all our minds,

and everything's headed downhill,

it's just a matter of time.

so buy out what you can,

and prepare yourself for the worst,

and maybe in the new rise,

people like us will finish first.

lets try something different.

10 feet high,
no great day,
but the thrill,
from the spill,
makes it seem that way.
over the top,
rounding behind,
its voluptious ego,
is larger than mine.
but I'm still afloat,
my feet on the floor,
and I'm being pushed farther,
than ever before.
so I'll stable my footing,
and ill clear my mind,
and let this crash down,
on the wave of a lifetime.

cast on me.

i am sleeping just to get into tomorrow,

in hopes that these bad thoughts won't follow,

there's nothing worse,

than closing shop

alone.

and i want to walk away,

and forget i ever lived today,

or the day before,

or these past few months

to say the least.

i'm a different person,

but i haven't lost the kid.

actually he's begging to come out to play,

but the door's always locked,

and the key's always missing.

and our eyes bounce off one another reminiscing,

but you look away way too soon.

or i do.

i was never good at keeping your attention,

and i thought i'd make it up to you with signs of my affection,

but now that i think about it,

i never got around to any of that either.

so i fall into a corner,

and i mumble my words,

and i lose faith in myself,

and i feel like a jerk,

because i can't understand

just what went wrong.

but i know,

i won't never ever do it again.

instead of making lemonade...

so,

$58 later,

i can finally start my project.

we have been waiting for this,

and now it's finally ready to grow.

i think that this town could use a new shade of red.

or green.

or grey.

... or gold.

yeah, that's it.

i'll paint it gold.

designs are becoming harder and harder to come up with.

i feel as if my inspiration is running away,

and it packed up any and all the creativity it could on it's way out.

i need new ideas.

i need a new feeling.

i want something that has never been done before.

i'm tired of what i've already seen,

it's time to build a new show.

stick around for the grand opening.

i like when you're around.

so let me just address you,

everything i do is to impress you,

easy going as not to stress you,

want you to feel like god did bless you.

to make you my art,

& to give you my heart,

since right from the start,

you've been holdin that part.

you got me feeling like,

i should be kneeling like,

i should be revealing like,

i should be the sealing type.

we'll i never could quite close a deal,

it's going great till i realize it's real,

until i build up that hunger and zeal,

and a burning emotion i cannot heal.

i want you to know you're the star in my eye,

and to live without you, i feel like i'd die,

you're the main filling to my cherry pie,

and for all of my questions,

you're the reason why.

not bad for a 2:30 am wastecase.

tribal traditions.

and she said,

"why don't you go somewhere,

that's far away from me.

like iraq, the sudan, or india,

or maybe the bottom of the sea"

and i replied,

"oh don't you worry,

i was leaving sooner than you'd asked,

i can't wait to get up out of here,

and to put you in my past."

productivity is at a steady decline.

and she said that

"if you love it,

then go get married to the sea."

i would my dear, if only,

her waves were big enough

to run away with me.