sleeping beauties, opinions opted out of and we are left with our own thoughts echoing in our heads, forever they echo without recourse. without rhyme or reason we drove through snow drifts and caused landslides down partitions in the high ways, streaking naked and screaming fluidly through clenched teeth. our opinions become of little consequence when we speak so much and there are many prescriptions to sign off on, there are words to say, there are secrets to profess and to confess, there are regrets and enlightenment, there are air conditioned worries, concerning all of us in the end of a flooded blood red river.
juxtapose our relationships and shimmy down fire poles in order to get to achievements beyond normal activity, sounds in foreign languages, songs and familiar rhythm transposed across national borders, burning our eyes with sulfur and fumes, the dreaded longest sleep and without company unless dying simultaneous, one too many jokes about our transactions, crying eyes and robbing us blind, of days spent living well and healthy, plentiful good vibes in corridors and playgrounds, making sense out of cross hairs, aimed up at the sun, fall apart at the seams in confused reality dreams, there are no boundaries and we lose ourselves in the hallucination.
loveless and sick in shameful recurring nightmares of knowledge and execution, we refrain from spilling our souls to avoid vulnerability, which is a trait to share and many hide away from it all, resenting fathers who treat them all incorrectly, never really getting to know someone until they are far out of reach, a feeling that you cannot teach, no parental guidance could explain the way we sway in the presence of one and other, the nightmare falling to pieces, we pick them up and create a masterwork, something to show our kids forever, something eternally existing and they generations will always realize the big things the grown ups did.
and then the question became one of intellectual and poised conscience, the methods are incorrect and the backwards nature of this environment are obvious, resentment comes from jealousy of a kind or another, it is a cycle and it is nasty, no odds and ends to discover, simple patronage and spiteful accusations, there are words to end other words, something like an eternal stain on our hearts, forever grasping and grappling for the correct phrasing throughout each and every sight and sound, hard to break away from such real life happiness to attempt to make sense of it, to discern from confused hatred, and to embark on journeys through space and time, through exploratory consciousness, attending lectures on campuses without reason or rhyme, the huge lecture classes where no one takes attendance, a free education for a day, or to observe the actions of the clowns taking swift notes and no pressure to learn the information for a test of any kind, hang out at campus book stores and find continuous friends with benefits, a working knowledge of something fascinating or life affirming. nothing too magical or else we fall into hate.
