Winter Wishwashes

Tight grip
Vice tips my icy scale
And I'm wailing inside while I inhale
Trail off to the darker corners of my mind
See what negative fantasies I can find
Unwind my talents and spit on the threads
Cold, no comfort and creating dread
Lies and slanderous cries I've fed
Into my head
Keeps me lying awake in bed
Filled to the brim and overflowing
Never quite fully grasped what I'm growing
In my gut
But knowing what
I can do
LET MYSELF GO AND BE TRUE
to the positive side
The returning tide
Energy ride into good memories collide
Tried to force it with logic
But couldn't stand as a mechanical man
Planning to lose the Judge for good
Giving up the fight with my tight mind
And wooden shackles rot
Emotional waves caught in time
Saved for prime reference materials
Confabulates more surreal experiences
Sometimes the pattern is too clear, yes
Stressful knowledge
Take this test one quest at a time
Best out a rhyme
And bust down a firing line
Crust wound
Trust swoon
Must be soon
Fuck doom
Just fuck the gloomy gus-hole with a flagpole and pus
Fuss in a mussed hairdo
Where do we go
Where the wind blows
Or where she doesn't
Don't make it unpleasant
Consider this thought process a present
Rather than a curse
Rehearse the mindset
And fetch some worse ideals
Than real time, really feel the deal
All I can drop are pretty words and popular
Estimations of brain functions I've heard
I must unlearn the vacant turn
Churned gully bullied by the Billy Bob
Sob story
Cory Arcangel and a glass pipe of danger
Fangs mangled to an angle
And strange banalities dangle
Drop to the bottom of a Pringle's can
And stop the flow from starting again
But conscious duration is a friend
Distractions will win in the end
Better compliments hold a hand to lend
Folding thought canyons send old water to fend off
Bold daughters from landing
But the promised purity is advancing
And the princesses will be dancing
On the stress confessional remains
Hands clasped, we'll sing a folk refrain
Surrender to love and evaporate shame