Brought To Attention

Brought To Attention

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Top of the world

What a thrill

The meaning of loss

__is all lost on me

Maybe my hideousness could be hiding from me

But I couldn't tell where the grass is much greener

Yet, I fell off my ass, screaming, "higher!"

I have not yet found my marbles

They've been missing for

__oh

____so

______many moons

The terror of all thee explanations

Have nothing but slandered the cost

Bangin' my head like no other pain

I guess I have sold my mind to the fog

Blanking around like a fat stack of grass

So purple and hairy

I can see nothing but changes around you

__when you get clean

Thee erb is still in thee air

Blazes to the left and to the right

The morning masks itself

With a memory of dreams about weed

Nothing but a dream catcher to not relapse

But it works

__and I'm cool with that

But hang me on my head

And drop me to my death

I will still be the star

Of whatever I said

I blister into the night

With a breaking heart

__from ladies everywhere

Where I am

Where I'm not

I can't bask in the love

It just won't begin

To ever exist

Ever again

Make me a brain

All of my own

And I will use it

To forfeit the game

Just blissfully getting lost

Again and again, as the cold blankets my soul

Like an open sore

I will rent thru the source

I weave without

I weave within

Lines are for walking

And the bank is for talking to who ever

Sentences and dreamable times

Cannot come to be without being chased

Like a plan

You need a drawing board

And a paint brush

Drawing without limits

An emptiness is without a purpose

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07-04-'12 #1

D. L. Cannon