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The rock strains
melodies of the past
histories pains
placating stresses
that deform
metamorph
recycle
and store
for us to tease and glean
the secret lore
from whence it came

Old is an attitude

I feel like a teenager
unsure of my new feet
always tripping on myself
as I quit these cigarettes
If I had one prayer
it would be to see the light

unsure of my new feet
I grow unbounded it seems
new body, growing mind
growing health growing attitudes
growing hair to dislikes

always tripping on myself
because the shoes don't fit
wasn't the big feet
but that I needed to buy
two sizes too big

I quit these cigarettes
like a sailor finding a port
tired of the taxes
and becoming poor
acclimating to land

If I had one prayer
it would be to brainwash me
so I merely didn't believe the illusion
rather than creating a hell
to wallow in
Allen Carr anyone?

To see the light
is to see beyond the veil
making a connection
between the spirit of things

I feel like a teenager
I grow unbounded it seems
or at least two sizes too big
Tired of becoming poor
and being brainwashed
is to see beyond the veil.

Much like a rock hound

to be a beer hound
is much like a rock hound
but almost too easy
to fall off the cliff
your digging
if you try swatting
all the back biting bugs
Broke my ankle once.

Like a rockhound
there's many ways of going about
but ya gotta stop and say hello
or there's no beer to flow
no rock to cut & polish
when ya get home

Falling off a cliff
is not fun flight
not only does it end abruptly
It's torture trying to walk
back to your abode
to fix it up.

The back biters,
ya swat, they come
ya swat, they come
ya swat, they come
friggin bugs
if sin is disease
then bugs are the diplomats
of the devil
repellance keeps you healthy
as well as happy

In your digging
you gotta stop and say hello
to those your friends with
or there's no rock to cut and polish
when ya get home
for all your swatting at bugs
and trying hard to think repellant thoughts.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of deet.

The progress of Man

The progress of man
is slowest at communication
All the change in the world
can come too quickly,
if he can't learn what it is.

Slowness in communication
is an easy thing to digest.
The unlearnable is the complex
Which is just an easy thing...
not explained well.

All the change in the world
is constantly growing a new body
for society...
refreshing the forgotten patterns
and making young children out
of old men with the same ideas

which if in coming at us too quickly
we lack the time to digest properly
And so, those with the least time left
need the most in hand as there's
a million things in their mind
that have to make room for the new thing
to fit,
both likes and dislikes
have to take second fiddle.

The progress of man
is an easy thing to digest
It is a constantly renewing society
with the last becoming first
in a refreshment of forgotten patterns
to drink in at the speed of life
with your likes and dislikes sometimes
having to take second fiddle
if you don't know what something is.