Yesterday was exhilerating
Today my heart is breaking
A life's detour
Good things come by no more
Contention and grievances
Take over pleasant reminisences
To enjoy a blessed day
Living our way
It would seem 
We must daydream
For hope we sell
Only time will tell.

I come as a gentle friend.
A mother weeps
As her child suffers.
I cool his cruel fever
With my soft, loving touch;
His pain is now ended.
But the young mother,
Not comforted, weeps louder
As her child grows still.
 
Still, though she curses my name,
Though I could not relieve her pain,
I will return again
To this small hovel;
She has other children
Also suffering,
Waiting for my touch
To gently set them free.

“A million times a million times repeat
This simple operation.” Wait, I think,
Unless I want my life to be replete
With boring repetition I must work
A system out to delegate the task;
Design machines and processes that can
Take over mindless drudgery. You ask,
“Will that net an advantage? Understand
That resources are used up either way.”
I know it. And what’s more, I also know
There’s energy that’s spent when I just weigh
Which path would be the better way to go.
 
Invisible decision-making costs;
I wonder how much ground’s already lost?

The quality of light in a Shaker building
 
 
If even in the light we grope
toward separate entrances and the sun
drapes our feet, in the lacquered
wood carding room under the vented
whale oil lamp, who can blame us
collecting the dried leaves of unknown
herbs—to match somehow with labels
stamped by unknown Shaker hands—admiring
the spare lines of pegs, level on each,
above the bed ‘for sleeping straight without
talk’, and the windows set large and deep,
with convenient thumbscrews to change
the height, a spittoon, a tin candlestick,

We must master the method of our monster's madness. To escape the pit of infinite sadness. No agendas here there's no way you could plan this. So sit in your chair while I help you understand it. Sometimes my mind is filled with lil visions that are clouded by weed smoke and indecision. My brain and my heart are on a course for collision between what is right and what really isnt. I've got you pondering now, did I get your attention? Of course I did it was pointless to mention.

Brain Storm? Yeah right....more like a...... Nuerotic Hurricane Yeah that's it;) I am a chaotic mess of despair and uncertainty. I choose to ride solo cuz all i love ends up hurting me. I'm a functioning slave of dismay and tragedy, only the Pain can bring out the glad in me. I have had many days now to think of what lays in store for me. Encased with the shame of failing my family. I have so much remorse and heartache deep inside the epitome, of my being that I know that my soul will rot in hell for eternity.