Friday, July 17, 2009

SEND OUT THE CLOWNS..

Let me start by saying...it's been a week and a half..i am not feeling any different..l am furlong in my facial expressions..my days and nights are feeling nothing..never looked so deadpan..the pain runs like what churns in my stomach..the clockwork inside ticks only for a moment..an image..sick..living\a smile and know my heart is aching..but playful distinction..holds me against my nature..to perform with a love to make anyone kiss the floor they walk on..then run to escape that bullshit.. faking funks..while Parliament grooves..we are..but funk and wagnals test of time..2proved i be the genius of life..understand the love lost off on this planet..burns like hell..angry.. chasing rainbows with no aftermath.. but the pain..the urge to struggle looking on the outside of abuse..wore from within a face..what breaks itself..separates your beauty..where desire can show an emotion or feel a life of it's people..what changes things..u become the earth..the three circus..the big top...what wears 2 different personalities..born indentical..no one can see..like him..the face of an angel..love wrote off the wall..while smiling..this face leaves himself.. becomes a tragedy within self discipline of oneself..Sheila...2009.. FURLONG..the end...Happiness is..the key 2 love welcoming your shores as the flood cries..i am still your rescue 2 spare life..4ever