Heaven can wait; So don't save us from the flames

HEAVEN CAN WAIT SO DON'T SAVE US FROM THE FLAMES

Who do you trust when things are blowing up & going up all around you?
& only problems astound confound & surround you?
I don't have much disposable income that hasn't been disposed of;
NPR speak softly & carry a liberal stick
I'm not anymore much into fantasy-video games or playing D&D
I'm more into real things, real people, real shit,
I throw in a porno or go to a strip club & watch a stripper strip.
If, I want to fantasize.
It's like another sanctimonious story ripped from the headlines,
life in the fast lane falling off the money train
& it's the last stop the light at the end of the tunnel that fine line between red line & flat line,
let's go half speed half time ok now double time
lonely is as lonely does,
whether it's sex in a fluffy bed or head in a sleezy club,
a hole in the wall or a hole in one,
sexual healing requires a wholistic approach,
women want foreplay kissing making love men want sex to skip the steps & let's go right now face down ass up.
Don't say no, it all depends on who you know the attitude & the approach,
determining the reached altitude, a good pilot requires a great co-pilot that'll let you know whether to go fast or go slow.
I'm heating up, I'm on 4 alarm fire, muy fuckin en fuego,
This is primarily primo, then preffered stock shareholder prego, presto,
as I snap my fingers you'll wake up, or mabye not with the lean in my cup got me casi comatose.
I can't see no more sky no more stars.
I don't ask for 3 wishes, I just ask that you listen, Really Listen.
I can't hint at my needs I'm clear about what I want.
If I can't get it now I plant seeds of doubt like I can't I won't.
then geek myself up reverse psychology like No, don't,
then I go ahead anyway, Even without me in the game
I'm communicative influenza spreading my influential verses words
hypnotic, melodic, monotamous, affluent, meticulous my gifts, my curses.
The work ethic's back moving full speed ahead,
sorry I got off track, sorry I got mislead,
reading Allison Krauly & the necromancer's prayer, sorry I got a little Penn & Teller misdirected,
Finally moving forward; won't take a no & I won't stop short,
till I reclimb Everest, excavate Antartica, evacuate Haiti, evacuate Atlantis
before it becomes volcanic ash & move the olympic skiers out of the path of the Vancouver avalanche,
In a tough poet contest you got to give me a puncher's chance,
bend don't break stir don't shake unless it's to turn the knob from depressive to manic,
Going from the highs of zepplins to the lows of titanic,
going deep as the ocean floor where it was previous thought impossible that there would be any life forms,
everything's connected everything's kinetic.
As we pace ourselfs sprinting to the debt ceiling; founding fathers rolling in their graves reeling,
Is America too big to fail, what say you? What say our landlords China & our overlords Isreal?
the indian tribes laid the ground work & did all the tilling
the pilgrims made the blueprints & laid the ground floor. What's in a feeling?,
mirrored neurons, conductivity & electricity, charges that awaken us & make us construct buildings.
Until the disfunction of vainity, leads us into self destruction, self worship & tower of Babel calamity.
Instinct motivation, leads easily into obsession, infatuation, Feeling ourselfs & we're not even on Exstacy,
8th place prizes lower the value of self esteem,
75 homeruns is the new 61, steroids & medical devices got us calling 75 years young the new 50.
They say it's never too late to give up regrets & the happiness of anticipation, so where there's no attachment there's no dissappointment.
Lack of graphics is the new failure replacing the good old fashioned enjoyment of a subplot if not actually good storytelling. Play it safe is the point Hollywood's trying to make. I think that's where my point went.
Soothing our burning pallet of unquenchable desires.
In a nanny state or police state, they believe we're too dumb to think for ourselves & too stupid to choose what's right,
No one can decide for you, after all; it's our own right.
We're free so be it. Faith is knowing without being there to see it.
Will we see it through to that bitter end into the headwind our greedy standard of living in the lap of luxory brung us into?
It's so hard to let go, into that parting that sweet sorrow,
The last leaf of that last crop of fall, Reap Sow.
You love to eat the food as it buds, but were you there with me cultivating the crop sunburnt & drenched in mud?
It's all hard work, there's nothing worth doing that's easy, I heard once on Lonesome Dove.
Get a job pay for college, money power success.
Food for oil, exposing a limp UN, a standing a ranking, a vulgar display of power becomes another senseless death.
A rose is just a flower; Just like Megan Fox is only another ho to devour,
another love song plays on the radio played out as another kiss under the Christmas misle toe.
I'm signing off so sweet chariot swing lo, Reid T. phone home.
My attitude fuck it, feeling uneasy, unattached, disruptive.
I'm ready to do it all so I can go ahead & get done with it.
I'm tired of it; sick of all this shit.
All I ask is for a chance & you can't even give me that, fuck it.
I throw up enough hail mary's one's gotta land, or not_a shot in the dark might be the riccochet that sets something off.
I can do nothing alone & have no motive but something's got to give if nothing else it's a start.
I'm only trying to live, show me the way, I'm no longer into wants I'm desperatly into needs of the primatives, the basics,
the Genesis I'm not trying to skip to Revelations.
I'm midway through my life & fighting for today in January for another year here today gone tommorow I'm here to stay,
a touch of a lighter shade of grey optimism, I won't go quietly in fear, never fade away
I'm into everyday updates & second by second, play by play changes, a fresh start, a new beggining a clean slate,
not denying the daybreak nor the luminarium, crashing into reason, piercing quiet.
No mudslide nor earthquake nor late night feud between Leno & Conan O'Brien.
Can break the thousand yard stare of a vetran of writing catching lightning when it's finally my time, my year, my wife, my dear
Let solitude go precariously Are you throwing caution to the wind or is it on caution's side you err?
Unparrelleled it's unfair you're in paralysis cause when I get it together it'll be so good it's scary.
I ain't never scared! well, maybe 1 thing, make that 2 paradoxically scare me #1 to die alone #2 to get married.
life my trials hopefully have me prepared
so hit me with your best shot que sera, sera
Like at a Korn concert I hear a scream "ARE YOU READY?"!!!!!
Whatever may come my way I'm ready as I'll ever be
So have a little faith, & give me a little Faith Hill,
Tim McGraw can vouch, that's marriage material.
Blow your trumphets bang your drums & open up them seals.
That's what I call a sight for shut eyes & music to deaf ears.