the last one

john frusciante

You take me by the hand
A hand's all I feel right now
It's all I am
It's all that I am
You think that I'm a man
I beg to differ
For I am her as much as I'm me
You know this moment in time
Is all my life
Every day is each day thats past
Every person alive is everyone who's died
A ship out in the distance
Is here if I draw it
Multiply time by letting it go by
You paint a star
You give many years ago
New life and it appreciates it
You know this moment in time
Is all my life
Everyday is each day that's past
Every person alive is everyone who's died

regression of past impressions

there come the trees
left behind the fishbowl
slowly filtering out the sunlight
cold breezes and chilly drafts
fill my broken lungs, ice my hairless head

forget not what you did
for i will always remember
and if my perception is to be off
then what is there left to live?

sleep to dream

"we stay in grind mode because nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream."

baby beluga

beckoning, they never cease to explain
what the fuck is going on?
where is your soul?
swallowed by a wave
yah all the dead sailors have found
their watery grave
lying alive just seems so cliche
wondering when it will be my day
what the fuck is going on>?

twenty-five cents

faces breed lies.
hidden inbetween her thighs.
rags to riches
(oh she knows it well)
but she ain't got nothin to sell.
mind it to yourself.
stuff it all back on that shelf.
yah they uused to be sweet little boys.
but to her it's just white noise.
she laughs and cries and dies.
one more time before the sunrise.
alone can be lonely.

sitting along the curb
cracked paint and dirty hands
nicotine fills the air
wafting wishes and despair

proverbs 30.12

there is a generation that is pure in its own eyes, yet is not washed from its filthiness

freedom hour

the reflections come easily at 1208am
they flow clearly and uninterrupted at this hour of honesty
they know no filters or blockades
because at this time we realize for the first time
over and over again
that we are truly alone in this journey
not just devoid of anyone
but completely unobstructed in our lives
no one will be there at 1208am every night
let alone the twenty four hour cycle we repeat
over and over again
free yourself from your chains
set free your inhibitions
for it's only you in this densely populated world
at 1208am

mysterious ways

do not boast about tomorrow for you do not know what a day may bring forth