The Ending Is The Beginning
Author: Jeremy Morzos


As I lay here dying,
Sick and flying,
(GOD) Open fireÖ.
Straight down to the time she said Iím a liar,
As I bear my own cross, cross the lines,
Lights, camera, action,
Punk kids kill the T.V. thereís way too much love and violence,
This is a sign, this is the time,
On your side and this is mine,
Draw in a line,
By passing the scene of the crime,
Crash and dine,
I changed my mind,
Everythingís fine,
Iíll make it up next time,
ĎCause thereís nothing really intresting going on anyway,
Tranquil harmonic sex knives,
Plastic Jesus,
Playboy bunny moonlight orgasm,
Vampiric blood lust,
Say something beautifulÖ.
The way you stare,
The way you smoke your cig,
The way you cuss like a pretty sailor,
I wrote this long ago and lost it,
Although I know you wrote it too,
I wrote it for you,
Iím sitting with her,
You were deadly sick the day before,
And when there was no one else,
I was there to help out and show I care,
She gave me a sandwich,
ĎCause I havenít been eating itís so weird,
This is me tearing tiny pieces acting more feminine,
Listening to her and watch her move closely,
Showing her tattoos to me and oh myÖ.
What a Zen experience of imagine fairy land of a transcendental heaven,
Breath-taking like as of that of Gabrielís horn triumphantly calling to us,
Where the people live their lifeís similar to a unicornís mystical and solitude,
Faith and illumination,
Good advice follow the yellow brick road is what I say to myself in my mind
For all the things Iíve seen, knowledge brought and talk about hot itís unbelievable,
Than she took a walk next to the jail weíre we were already at,
Standing right beside a police car swinging a brass nunchukas,
Saying come with me donít be a p***y,
So from there we both are as my friend;
Nighthawk walks by he sees me and I wave hi,
A few minutes later Ö.
We both go back and sit down on the concrete bench,
On the side of Gateway,
Thereís people laughing in the background and;
I remember what I told her,
Not to be rude but I f--- king love you and;
I remember what she said to me
Itís not rude at all itís honesty and from there
The ending is the beginning.

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