rubbercircus

My romance with the earth forbidden in its nature by society, who is to decide, but nature itself, what is forbidden i inhale freedom of thought and out i breathe doors locked by ignorance

Lenny and the mouse ran through the woods looking for salvation they came across a wall of thoughts blocking thier so called "infestation" Lenny turned to the mouse and screamed "we havent enough traction" the mouse just sighed and rolled his eyes,"infailable plan, very failable actuion" Lenny banged away at the wall screaming the lord in vain He screamed,"oh lord were gonna miss that freedom-bound train" The mouse sat down in the grass as if to accept thier inevitable fate but lenny kept a'bangin away his fist upon that gate As the gaurds arrived lenny was tied down and the mouse taken in again The System had once again bea

I chuckle to myself as I watch it all pass by. They laugh, they scream, the joke, the curse, and sometimes they will cry. I’ve seen blizzards I’ve seen fire and found that more than not, I’m stuck atop this bench all day sitting in this spot. People call me crazy But all I do is stare Because it’s like a TV show And I’m in my lazy chair. I have seen the world but never left this place. I can see what you have seen by looking at your face. I’ve seen my share of problems, but none to do with me. If everyone sat down and gazed they’d see it as I see. People call me crazy But all I don’t really

“Something Overhead” Like a horse running away from a barn Like a cat whose lost his ball of yarn Like a church that’s locked its doors Man, when it rains it pours. Like politicians asleep in their chairs Like a grown man losing his hair It’s Christmas and they closed all the stores Man, when it rains it pours. Maybe you had a son and then you sent him to Iraq Maybe you can’t stand the thought of him not coming back I’m not crying I’m not whining I just think it needs to be said Sometimes I just want something overhead. Like a fire after a drought Like a devil’s deal with no way out Lik

He threw in myths, He threw in rules, He threw in wisdom; He dreamed up fools. He threw in truth, He threw in lies, He threw in opinions in disguise. Lo and behold at what he created, The book was born, and so it stated: “No man shall oppose me, I am God, obey!” The others were made to kneel and pray To a fairy-tale role over who wars were fought, Because we lust to know what is and what is not. In hindsight, there are those who live to disprove Others beliefs, but they refuse to move Because regardless of what logic finds, They will always have their peace of mind.

So you say it is what it is And you say kids will be kids You say bad things will be sought And wars will be fought You say it is what it is. You say we are who we are And you say all wounds leave scars But let me tell you, man You’re living a plastic plan We don’t have to be who we are. Anarchy doesn’t have to be violent Visionaries don’t have to be silent Nobody knows What everybody knows What is ain’t gotta be what it is. You say republic is the way to go Because you haven’t the guts to say no The politician’s plan Is set to help the land But what does he know, you’re the working m

Gather your books son, and get on to school, You’re the loon in the distance, everyone’s fool And when they are lying You’d better believe it. Get out of my class boy, and don’t start a fight If you think you belong here, you’d better think twice Leave us, And don’t come back. You can go on home, Leave us alone, You can go on home, But you can’t stay here. If you think you’ll come back, and shoot up the place, Then think again, we molded your face, Don’t try us, You’re not gonna win. You can go on home, Leave us alone, You can go on home, But you can’t come back. Histo

He awoke to a sudden sound from down the mountain, a place he does not venture to anymore. its been 40 years but whats time if no one's countin'? to the world around, hes shut the door. Then a madman bursts in looking for shelter fresh blood on his hands, and fire in his eyes he speaks fuitive cliche to the hermit nobody panics, and nobody dies. But its alright, its all for one. its alright, its all for one. a blind priest stumbles into the cabin screaming profecies until both men agree such stubborness raises them a question "how can you preach if you cannot see?" But its alright, its all for one. its alright, its all for one.