You have to understand the way I am, mein herr ......................A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein herr You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein herr.
So I do what I do .................When I'm through, then I'm through.
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.
While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Edited Wed Mar 05 2008, 05:58pm
Can you hear them They talk about us Telling lies Well that's no surprise
Can you see them See right through them They have no shield No secrets to reveal
It doesn't matter what they say In the jealous games people play Our lips are sealed
Careless talk Through paper walls We can't stop them Only laugh at them
Spreading rumors So far from true Dragged up from the underworld Just like some precious pearl
It doesn't matter what they say In the jealous games people play Our lips are sealed Pay no mind to what they say It doesn't matter anyway Our lips are sealed
There's a weapon We must use In our defense Silence
When you look at them Look right through them That's when they'll disappear That's when you'll be feared
Hush, my darling Don't you cry Quiet, angel Forget their lies
bye now *waves* ...try to be a good person, and so will I.
Edited Wed Mar 05 2008, 04:27pm
Look people, let's get something straight that many of you just don't seem to understand. Suze is an addict in ACTIVE ADDICTION!
She doesn't speak martian, she speaks tweakanese!
Wonder why she's so scatter brained, cant seem to understand or read the simplist posts, always seeking attention, deluded, phony, passive agressive, up all night posting/always online....because she is high!
Phony fake ass junkie, and she wants it that way.
You really should leave the recovery boards Suze for the people that are in recovery.
I have'nt seen a line of speed in 2.5 years. (except in my dreams) .....my mother will vouch for me....she can tell if I'm using across the country. ......and i would consider doing speed a mile away from my mother, drug abuse.... ........it's no fun around her, trust me.
The flagler beach police department.. ..................who i serve free coffee to everyday at work, because my boss is married to one of em.
I also TOLD them ......I'm a meth addict in recovery and that's why I am here.... ......and offered to talk to schools here for when it does show up. ........................it simply does not exist here.
but, I would'nt know if it did show up, because I'm a hermit. .....my landlord will vouch for that.
I'm at work, or at home. I don't go anywhere but my shinks office every 3 months..
......there's no obscurity in this town.
everyone here would know if I was spun.
this is my last reply.
...............I don't write fiction, or reply to fiction.
I've givin you a GENEROUS donation of my time and general respect as a human being.
....................WAY more than you're worth. I wasted enough of my life already.
PLEASE. ..................Back you statements up with facts, and PROOF
you dirty fucking liar.
..................I only lied on drugs.
You don't need drugs to lie.
.......like i don't need to drink to sing kareoke.
Recovery boards are for the people who need of support to help them get into recovery, to help during their recovery. .....and even to support them if they want to stop and can't yet.
......even arrogant fucks need help sometimes..
that's why ive read you this long. ...someone else is gonna have to try.
