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  Chapter’s over

  Enjoy the years while they’re here

  No more beer; control the fear

  Pedal

  Processing the adventure that’s been laid ahead

  Consuming past, untold future

  Roll around in my head

  Cadence, Patience, Resistance of it all

  No more ways to stall

  Everything will eventually fall

  But today on this bright sunny day

  Get ready to listen to make your own way

  And listen to your mind waves

  300 miles in one fill

  Pedaling up and down the hills

  Open country; both sides, Go until

  Home base with the good meal

  Righteous Riot

  Disintegrate with the nothing

  Then become something

  Forbid the secluding change

  Upcoming rage

  As the machine builds its maze

  Morello leads the righteous riot

  More needed to join the fight

  Is hope in sight?

  Wolves squash those who speak up

  Then steal their water cup

  Relax in air condition

  No reminders of the altercation

  Join the righteous riot

  Before all hope is lost

  Too great a cost

  For us to just sit and rot

  Sweet melody soothes the bystanders

  As millions become locked up wanderers

  Enlightenment is wrong The Others say

  A gateway to Hell’s Highway

  Arrogance slithers along the muck

  Then the Others push their luck

  Trying to take another helping

  Before many have had their first serving

  Join the righteous riot

  Before all hope is lost

  Too great a cost

  For us to just sit and rot

  Glow

  Fantastic!

  What does it all mean?

  Are you still sick; or too obscene?

  Perhaps too unusual it seems

  Can’t fit into your designated spot

  Come with me, we’ll find you a cot

  A space just for you

  Despite what they say

  You’re okay with us on any day

  Come out and play

  Don’t worry about them

  They’ll get what’s coming to them in the end

  Free your mind and let go

  Don’t worry about what they think they know

  You have a fortunate glow

  Proclaim your space

  On this eternal ship

  No need to deny you gift

  Words can still have meaning

  In the dawn of unreason

  It doesn’t make it treason

  Don’t worry about them

  They’ll get what’s coming to them in the end

  Free your mind and let go

  Don’t worry about what they think they know

  You have a fortunate glow

  Blink

  Property lay to waste as we ponder the question

  What will be our next direction?

  Pauses cause panic during this section

  Reaching out for the right ride

  Never knowing when is the right time

  Capturing light to ensure things go in style

  Forgotten cause buried beneath

  Lost memories with dormant feel

  Escaping soon to the nothing

  Enjoying the chance to be something

  Running out of time to think

  It’s running away, fast, grab a hold

  No time to blink

  E.H.

  Enjoying old dead men’s writings

  Real men

  What am I?

  Scribbling and flailing

  Hoping

  Is it all true?

  What does it take to get through?

  Not in the same

  Am I.

  Am I?

  Who knows for sure?

  There is no cure

  What would the Dr. say?

  Is this his kind of play?

  Star attraction not in the mood this day

  Which day?

  Isn’t it all too short?

  What is the purpose for?

  What if they run up the score?

  Let’s hear some stories told before

  Just go until you can’t any more

  That’s what your purpose is for

  What then, in the end?

  What does it matter?

  Stop all the chatter

  Flowing free with some kind of energy

  Where is it from?

  Others believe it wrong, they’ll tell someone

  Beat them to the gate, the last one

  Proclaim it soon before the beast stays dormant

  It’s eager for a quick assent

  Minds gaze with wild bewilderment

  Hope returns despite the disconnect

  It may be time soon, if they detect

  Grab your things, the choice select

  Party starts soon, the beast is never late

  Bottle Up

  Scribbling away in the middle of the night

  Is everything all right tonight?

  Sure is, guaranteed, please just let me be

  Stop worrying about me

  Not going to plea

  Happiness is a way to be free

  Can’t just bottle up this side of me

  I don’t know this side of you, she said

  Prefer you only way instead

  Wish this side of you could just be dead

  Stop worrying about me

  Not going to plea

  Happiness is a way to be free

  Can’t just bottle up this side of me

  We are complex creatures

  Some a potent mixture

  This side is a permanent fixture

  Of which there is no departure

  Stop worrying about me

  Not going to plea

  Happiness is a way to be free

  Can’t just bottle up this side of me

  Stand (part II)

  Misunderstanding resulted in an unfortunate branding

  Alleviate the tension with a different type of preying

  Let the words flow without much thought

  Let the others worry over what was fought

  She proclaims her might once again

  Confident in his eternal sin

  Desecrate their too long fling

  Pander to The Others who hates to sing

  Is this news?

  What is the truth?

  Stand up now and say so

  There’s nothing left to lose

  Listen to James’ words

  Forget friendships burned

  Smile at the chance for things to turn

  Too late…too long hesitate?

  Never admit mistakes

  Feed the thing from the great plate

  Remember the dead native

  Youth is naïve

  Search for the new eve

  Mortal too long it seemed

  Stopping the connection to start a new route

  Will they ever make it to the start?

  Brothers

  Forget about what was written

  Love had you smitten

  Engulfing pain of lost passion

  Is now in new session

  Forget the old woman who can’t seem to be

  Get with the bros to let good times free

  Miss my brothers from long ago

  Crazy fuckers like me; we knew how to put on a good show

  Love, truth and honor we know

  Show the ladies a good time,

  Party in control chaotic style

  Don’t under estimate

  We’re not all like the movie you saw one night late

  Successful leaders my old lost friend
s

  Competition pays dividends

  Work hard and play harder in the game life brings

  Get together with the old bros

  Let the good times roll

  Reconnect without Facebook

  Give 3rd ‘n College a long look

  Named my boys after three of my brothers

  Still get judged by The Others

  But I don’t care; I still love being a Sigma Nu

  What’s good for me, is good for you

  Insomnia

  Half dazed, half awake

  Creatures coming out tonight

  Employing the new fright

  Magical expedition with bright delight

  Not to be on the dark haze

  Revolving around the eternal maze

  Swimming in the insomnia

  That captures the stigma

  Dream induced coma

  Young child smells the aroma

  What does it take to undertake?

  A restful night, without the thought, of the eternal bake

  Skipping ahead once again to balance the time

  Feeling satisfaction in another rhyme

  The answers may not come

  Too soon undone

  Fear, there is none

  The beast stirs with restless ease

  The Others would probably not agree

  Unfortunate time to make a stand

  The old woman refuses the hand

  Glad of this place and face

  Occupying my intriguing chase

  It continues further down the line

  Tomorrow, may be the time

  Awake! It will soon be our time

  Don’t worry; don’t bring the Lyme

  Beast stirs again, waiting for his turn to try

  Falling Behind

  Running onward despite the lack of energy

  Foggy path lay before me

  Reconciliation is not, unfortunately

  Continue on the rolling trail

  Meandering thicket by the rail

  Grabbing the lose nail

  Last hope despite it all

  Never mention the past clues

  Or what he owes in dues

  Seasons change like the morning dew

  Falling behind yet again

  Rise behind the patient man

  Make your own plan

  It is your time again

  Seeking truth in the new age

  But no one can find the stage

  Inner beast consumed with rage

  Hold steady, in case it’s ready, to turn the page

  Forward looking; avoid the distractions

  What is lost, there are new interactions

  Falling behind yet again

  Rise behind the patient man

  Make your own plan

  It is your time again

  The Fool

  Barely awake

  But full un-sleep

  Strange company to keep

  No dreams in the sleep

  How long since their last speech?

  Apparent break from the slow leak

  Lost ambition takes hold

  No pot of gold

  Too many stories told

  Spreading thin in this place, already too old

  New suggestions come to view

  What would The Others choose?

  Grab the list, the right tools

  Repairs are needed of the school

  Broken ambition descends on the fool

  Dishes

  Working washing dishes today

  Just to make a little pay

  A shitty day it is indeed

  Even though the sun shines brightly

  Burned too many bridges to get even an offer

  The soul just has to suffer

  What are you too good for this?

  Well, yes. Why else did I learn the college text?

  It was all a waste

  That expensive degree

  That has me wondering what was in my dreams

  I had them once; but they’ve faded away

  Reality snatched them to make batteries today

  But in the end,