Mystic flux

A rich bitch in her gitch, now that is a switch! A poor girl with her curls plays a song in her thong and I think all along naughty thoughts oh so wrong But my heart it does long for embrace to belong. And passion to burn oh so strong. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

Tis another day of rest To get jobs of my chest A time to gain tractiomn in my quest And show the world a novel way that's best Cogito ergo sum shall be put to final test Success and pride in work shall rest

I plot my course I see it laid out before me Legs pumping Heart racing Ass planted Not moving Down I go Slow regroup No Out Try again tomorrow

Dark folds of fabric Perpetual night A cold weight surrounds me Too much to fight Must find an opening To let in the light

This is where the lights fade The brakes and aches of getting there AAAaghh!! Nothing is good Time? Liquid thoughts flow through the pen, free at last It's such a blast to give them freedom Time is now to live, to breath, in me believe To wait I must till time is just Wrong for certain all those years When face appears that brings good tears Wishing for something to take me away Afraid of the future silly puppy stay Head up and forward march Till it comes some somewhere someday

It is the truth I'd hate to admit The last thing to say the truth in the way No reason or excuse to make The foundatiotins I need ro shake Too many years of pathetic whine The days gone by are not coming back Days to come will be the same If  changes remain a crying game

The light and truth shine through the night Positive thought purging worry Sleep follows, dreams fill mind's hollows Perspective for tomorrows fight Too many things that can't be changed Too many minds locked in olden days Too many hurdles for too little gain Too tired to fight again It's time to move on with the inspired life