High Time

Good God. This is how it feels to have some sense knocked into me again. When everything I say seemed to be wrong, and knowing gradually, that the other person is probably more right.

Well, all this conversation over coffee.

I haven't had coffee in a while due to some mysterious absence of a person that I recently had been having coffee with.

You know. That kind of sense, that I am wrong, and the other person is right.

To tell you the truth, that's fucking enlightening.

And right now, I need some fucking light into my own perpetual self-made darkness.

I guess, it's nobody's fault. But damn it felt good to be subjected into the fiery truth against all your beliefs.

With all the shit, you just needed coffee to rethink all of it.

High Time.

About time I'd get my life straight as a fucking high end ruler.

Mind. is. freedom.

The mind is free.
The mind is still the most powerful
Thing that could ever be.
It brightens a horizon that's bleak
It strengthens a soul that's weak.

So, in hopelessness and in misery
We continue to survive and believe
There is power in hopes and dreams
And freedom in struggle to seek.

Midori Man

Its funny, you see. That there is love beneath the shits
of this world full of hate, but to feel the skin and grin
when you see the depth, of his eyes, his eyes form
a lovely truth, by women, that is sought and thought of.

So you see, it seems that the shirt you gave the one
with wings, if at all protected me without the sun
damn twas cold, so you see, you told me you saw
my eyes that were deep, but i know i saw some soul

Beneath the shits of that event, we got scared we dreamt
of the cave didnt we, maybe everybody saw the cracks lit
when they slept and closed their eyes in that cave of both
the living and for the dead, but you gave me a cloth

that surrounded my shivering body, midori midori please
i saw you, until your eyes become black with fancy
of the beauty you said you saw in my eyes, for i wonder
is this love with that shirt, with the hands or the question

when you said, "are you cold?" , "yes baby" i wanted
to say, i was cold, damn cold to shiver, sorry to burden
you, no your shirt, no need to worry it smelled good
like freshly picked flowers in an urban city, you stood

Out among the pretentious people, you are cute
you are shy, you cant at all kiss me goodbye, mute
we were when we hold hands, your denim denim
denim colored shirt is my favorite, a lullaby a hymn

an unsolved mystery for those who are loved and inlove
there is love beneath the shits, the bat shit to be exact,
midori midori my midori man, your hands are rough
but your heart is not, to hold them is tough

to know you will go somewhere far, so you see
there is love beneath the waterfall in that cave, to bleed
to see that lovely breadish foot, i wanted to eat
i wanted to feel the love, that you are, to cry on your sleeve.

We all wanna eat something.

In my case, pizza sounds really good. But apparently, I'd have to eat alone. For he is sleeping, probably snoring. Ehh. With a fart here and there.