strollintilldeath

[strollintilldeath]

A buddist, a priest and a blind man all walk into a bar they all miss the point but everyone looked so far. on par kinda like their journey to the stars might get there driving a car but i prefer to shift gears sometimes in reverse not to often that I rehearse tho sometimes I might see in times. saying to myself look at these two men one in a circle the other on a cycle doing a lot of misdirections just to pick up the dialection. Maybe you'll get sent to detention maybe you'll find your attention maybe we can lead ourselves to consentration. sometimes through meditation more often times mezmerization. I feel this formation and you lean in like i'm whispering a secret but if you look around everyone already knows sometimes it doesn't show because it's all a show. mow the grass. do a task. it's gunna last but go very fast. if you must raise your mass and dance around even with a lass O around the earth like what's a playground what's a merry go round or even a desert daze. it's all a haze like smoke to play around your fingers especially if you let it linger or you drift on threw kind of out of the blue. remember to smell the rose but they didn't tell you what wons I guess that's the point. you gotta find the right one.

[strollintilldeath]

play into the mirage until it becomes an oasis

usual places and same old faces

drink from the pool and dip in the drool

Don’t think about the things I like

I carry the mic and cross the colors to see them

smell the flowers for something pleasing

and plan around it but i’m always indifferent

make a sign that says the golden rule

face around like that’s an unusual tool

even rules except on tuesdays

pressed for time and equal choose days

short delay even in the time of day

put it there so it’d get seen

used that note so it’d get heard

felt that dance like it was rhythm

Now you see the symptom

just the tip

get a blip

and a sip

please a tick

now let it rip.

[strollintilldeath]

I wish you could see all the beauty I do. Instead you’re stuck living it.

[strollintilldeath]

I love you like nujabes beats like how the moon rides the sky how chai in a warm cup feels like chives in the sun are too real. try to find the right ryhmn from time in time. chime in on this line sign a bit to me encrypt it so delicately.

finding cadance smiling finding sentence flowing finding the art piece growing rhyming ever so slowly totally. noticably without hypocracy see a daisy lazy in haze. ease these trees while they breeze instead of weeze. steeze like deeze noticable like the seas plentiful like the sun light hot like the moon bright like that boom.

play to be say to me shy to see ryhmn with me fly with ease shine and sea the moon n me

[strollintilldeath]

“My first girlfriend turned into the moon”

Follow me.

Past the stop sign and up the hill.

keep on going off the road through the trees and to a clearing.

Follow the bend around the corner to the right

Don’t get distracted by the lake on the left.

Find your peace and mind.

Meditation helps.

Take a deep breath.

Relax next to that creek bed sound.

lay with me next to the ground.

[strollintilldeath]

I see in color. 

just a little thing I like to call energy incarnate

you know the actual day

what we go through. what we know about that hue

Just enough to move. 

enough to groove.

enough to see every dimension.

enough to please every intuition.

I hear in music

just a big thing I like to call nature’s rhythm

you know the actual play

What we move to. what we know about that queue 

just enough to see

enough to breath

enough to perceive the mind

enough to ease every sign

I feel in love. What we call the dance. why we are here

we squeeze it in. but I should breath it in.

never enough

sometimes it’s in time.

sometimes it’s mine.

breeze gazing, foot tapping, heart beating. 

thought is fleeting.

[strollintilldeath]

smoking pot. thinking a lot.

or not at all.

what’s more dangerous. 

tap toes to a beat.

make toes tap

laugh to a joke

give a joke for a laugh

simple math

because math is simple

change the ripple

very nimble

smoke drifting through to see the air

to see the air is pretty fair.

[strollintilldeath]

I remember seeing you on a rock ledge. legs dangling down nothing but our sound. I followed you threw just to see how it all blew. Landed in a gaze. popped into a haze. an uncontrolled blazed. 

I remember you lighting up a cigarette. biting down on the filter. lighting up to see it simpler. your eyes up in the sky like that puff of smoke you had so you didn’t choke. Tell me a joke just to hear your voice spoke.

I remember you telling me we could leave anytime I wanted. Eyes looking towards the exit and then back at the view. It was time. It was the way of a day. There was a creek running by my feet. A bunny with chives. a chickpea with a bird. birds singing like they were dancing in the street. rustling around by all kinds. I placed a rock underneath a waterfall. You make me feel 20 miles tall.

I remember you bending down to teach me about a plant. It was purple. it was small. I don’t recall what it was called. You were wearing pink. your hair was in curls. the sun was getting low. the temperature was perfect. seduisant is what you called it. 

[strollintilldeath]

Stroll around the world with me. Lend me your eyes and show me the bubbles. Your air can take me to any breeze and my flow will dance us with ease. I’m not sure where we’re going. I’ll follow you to the end of time and smile as you rhyme. hesitate with words and fly off with the birds. I can’t kick the rhyme scheme. I see you looking pretty. I wish for bliss. I’m afraid all i’ll have to do is reminisce. I don’t know why i’m typing this. It’s always hit or miss. zeros and ones. a song to no one. 

I wonder why you needed to fly by. was it just to break me down and make me cry. something about loved then loss. Everything grows around kinda like moss. There is a roar of “I hate you’s” coming from my heart directed towards myself. It won’t stop. That’s how I know you were good. Sorry I couldn’t be more. do more. have more. give you more. Whatever it doesn’t matter. being stuck in the past. I’m trying now. I’ll try until my last breath. but what’s new? Not a single hue. Did the jazz musicians give any kind of a clue. They just kept going on and on and on. It’s like we live in a zoo without any clue. 

Can’t even call it baby blue. Did anyone ever asking for a re-write ever really get one? I’m curious or maybe just delirious. I might as well sigh all night long. I might as well play ping pong. I might as well shout hooray. I could just preach and lay. seems kind of like a long art day. 

What could I have done better. maybe some more detail there. blend the colors a bit more here. That color scheme doesn’t even go there. I used that pattern once too many times. Those shapes don’t even make sense. that intention has no pertinence. Can’t even hear the dissonance. Useless to try and escape the pantomime. I just need a bit of that wind chime. Maybe sit back and commit a crime.

I don’t know what i’m saying. Except what I feel. I feel broken. defeated. destroyed and down. on March 13th. I felt like a king without any crown. I felt like I could be happy. I felt like I could just be. I felt kind of like me.

[strollintilldeath]

Oh. how I chase after you.

what i’d give to finally catch you.

We spend some time together but fuck man. you’re the biggest tease of them all

seems like i’m more likely to be able to bite my own nose before I spend my life with you.

been hunting you for all of my adult life now. I’ve even tried letting you come to me. 

I’ve tried everything I can think of.

The amount of time spent looking for new tricks. roaming around seeing what I might run into. maybe some sort of a secret. 

I’ve thought for a while now that it’s time to embrace the fact that i’ll never catch you.

Maybe that’s okay. i’ll see you around maybe and when I do i’ll embrace as much as I can. 

Chasing happiness. what a fun waste of time.

[strollintilldeath]

fake a smile that’d drag me down a mile.

If I have to see another post with tears showing through your eyes louder than those pearly whites do shine. 

I might just wine.

you could make me jump off a ledge just hearing your problems. they aren’t much. They aren’t the things that’d ever wake me up in a jolt at night. Though your problems are all you seem to have.

It’s romantic. 

It’s repulsive. 

It’s more than I can even bare.

 oh but I dare. 

When spring comes and there is less of it. I wonder if you’ll still ponder it. I spend more time hoping not than you probably do. 

but who knows but the knows.

you aren’t a flower in bloom. 

spend too much time to consume.

just wait a minute. shove it out there and let the world take you in. it’s been about time for as long as I have rhyme. you sit and decline. to you I am sorry I gave into you. It wasn’t any good for you. probably made you double blue.

somewhere between tragic and kind of magic. 

but we don’t even know the difference between gin and tonic or that hydroponic. When it gets to that point a game of pick-up-stix will suffice. the game of mice that aren’t moving with an attempt to entice. just looking for that vice. 

How does a rice farmer plant one seed at a time.

What’s with fisherman taking his boat out for weeks a time.

Why does the artist leave this world for so many lengths of time.

Most of this should be a crime. I kind of hope she gives me a chime.

[strollintilldeath]

Stock

Let’s take stock. not in the clock. just with the flow of this sound as it takes me all around. It’s how it goes that’s just to show a thing about that rang. Did he care to declare a sound so. It takes a toll; stroll when it’s thin and filled to the brim. might I remind you of that one kind of grind. Loops around soups of sound. pouring down my back like  double E waterfall. the kind to make ya fall. Criticize the dialect. mesmerize the sound of it. Creeping along and talking with song. Lets just remind to find time.

cliccck latter make it flatter. Let’s see it shatter faster than that matter. Where we going. i’m just strolling. now I see that grinning smirk. take it with that jerk. or feel it. perceive it. down it. rhyme it. time it. fly it. dance. the stroll. the ccruise. the free style. walk the mile. spin the dial. do it like a toy. meditate. try not to contemplate. because then you hesitate. think too hard you’ll never be the burger flipper. unless you can see the big dipper.

It’s just tipper Mcdipper far out sight lookin bright so I just say when We take a toll it’s just kind of strolling with this sailing breeze deeze entrust in. Reuse put up a lot of use so I say with this flicker of that flaker you’re taker.

[strollintilldeath]

Make it breezy. take it easy. pleasy. never sleazy. remind and rewind? might find it better to simply unwind. pressed time? oh. My my. My thoughts got constrained. it’s okay. they’ll soon be undetained. much to some disdain. Wonder. all about it. all around it. speculate about a particulate. that isn’t it though. so so. embrace it. really taste it. soak in that flavor. more mi amor. How many people gaze up into the clouds in wonder but never try them out?

Ever stare down a dance floor. 

see those lives on TV.

that happy couple walking across the street.

some man reading to a beat.

a cynic on repeat.

A guy with a fiddle. a song. you just can’t beat.

Life is full of flavors. hopefully you’ll get to savor. all the different labors. 

[strollintilldeath]

Dreams worth more than money

(via lueybadazs)

[strollintilldeath]

venerable. what’s even bearable. can it be amicable. babble on son. babylon. son. I see this path. it’s hard not to try and do math. don’t have to differentiate to find the sum of that bum. bum a cig. bum around. bum is me. bum is you. maybe it’ll make you hum. a sound seems nice. so many ways it can go. yet to my ears is where I find it. didn’t plan on it. kinda just happened. so. I napped in and got to the end of my path. the math didn’t add up. there was supposed to be some sort of a cup. not that I care. just thought i’d share while I stare.

[strollintilldeath]

She watches water in disguise

Starry side make it ride. She watches water in disguise. with a guise. when will she arise. who knows. who cares. maybe she can bare. the glare from her stare. didn’t matter. didn’t flatter. didn’t even move with the clatter. I hear today that there is a play at bay. Show the crow drifting with that windy flow. get schwifty swiftly or else it might all become just a shapely tape of lee. idk what i’m sayin. i’m just playin’. word after word to try the absurd. even with this postulation in my position of contemplation. I do declare to the air mi amor, for more. I adore luna more than many tuna. fish. out in the sea. how do they see where they swim. how do they feel. where they find the flow.

[strollintilldeath]