Go as far as your eyes can see

It's dawned on me that if you smoke at your job technically you rather kill yourself than be at work.

I wanted to share the sky with you Stare at it with every intent I had with your eyes, To explore hear and listen deeper yes probably more than should of been granted, Unfortunately you caught citystruck shitty lies of the butterflies stepping on your eyes and toasting to your tears, then sat sideways on this spinning rock sulking to def ears making the worst of your fears to never look up for fear what or whom is up there judging you but instead you sat heavy eyed chin tucked comforted because down you can look upon what may fodder loose sad sheep instead of finding comfort in changing the very behaviors that made you hate the sky I remember you saying you were trapped and you still never bothered to explore without a map I mapless I trust in Christ that is in that heaven up there and I hope that you find him too because I know he's already found you.

Some will hate you if you're you or someone else, so better it be true.

If you blurt the truth all the time, Your family will despise you and strangers will love you. If you lie all the time your family will hate you when they find out, and strangers will be friends to sleuth about.

Be nice. Not too nice. You'll bend it till you break.

Just because some kids have parents and they're around, it is not a given, they're good ones.

If you don't know what someone is talking about don't lie to entertain the idea. There's a reason why you didn't.

Sell all your things but 4 cycles of clothes and you'll become wealthy and learn abundance, appreciation and doing your laundry regularly.

Hell have none to a woman scorned And if that women is your mother Your soul will be torn.

If you say I'll help you And take money for the help you do You're not help, you're a problem.

Things I wrote when read My mind may travel back plead Living when I wrote These are this and that Where I be and where I sat Living when I wrote To thee if mind goes Proof of full in time where flows Living when I wrote Pain woes and sorrows Delights sunny days and rain Living when I wrote Off tilt penmanship To build an ark of ink clips Living when I wrote Sail off mine thrill Eclipse horizon thine eyes Living when I wrote Rocket blast paper Steadfast Godspeed and tapered Living when I wrote Living when I write Thrive deliberately sow Living my records

I spiral in flight Struggle staircase; bless my sight. None shall come to know.

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Our high Was make out sessions Now it is sex dances became our profession Trial and error will they love after our confessions Back to a time where love was true And we'd always stick together No matter who would try to cut through Say excuse me my name is... We said fuck off go mind your own bis Love was ours conquered over our broken pieces unconditional and unconventional it was most intentional We thought it was devised of our own invention Spacious we let our roots grow At first we were careful of the seeds that we sowed Now we just get high off of smoking with locusts and bugs though Run off to fuck another human see if they can overwrite the high we got from love but when you introduce other drugs real love just seems to be swept under the rug. (Look at a pretty girl and say lets go make out till we're high and then share stories of light headed faith blast off to space then beat this world like we've had an ace up our sleeve.)

For God for loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that who ever believes in him, shall not perish; but will have everlasting life.

The unfortunate thing about us humans is when we hurt hard enough We tend to never repeat that instance so trusting love is a fools game and everyone is a player for fancy dates to copulate some just sit and masterbate others take a leap of faith ask the girl of your current dream cause that's all we got planted a seed of world changing thoughts intertwined with further daydreams than relationships bring but those pretty girls learned that lesson long ago but I will still try to change your mind about love girl; I'm a sucker for love and cruising for bruises of the used and abuse fist Hold my hand you stupid bitch That's all I want and you love less cause that's what mom said to flaunt When your tears fell Painting pictures of yourself free from hurt and if you never jump You'll never live.