Mr-Pookums

What is the point of our lives on this earth? Are we meant to follow a destiny? To enjoy life backwards, from death to birth? To obtain gods good graces and blessings? Some say it's to be beat, bitten and bind. Some people like destiny, while others fate. Maybe it is the absence of the mind. Are you ready to knock at heavens gate? All these questions have one thing in common. There is no real answer for any of these. Nothing but a reality problem. We are all apart of a major key. Be on your best behavior, for god sake. So be ready for his coming and wake.

I am nothing but a figment of your imagination. I do not exist. I am the invisible friend. I am the loved, hated, and tempest of your mind. I am your shadow, the piece of glass you look though everyday. I am the kid that you don't talk to because you think you are better then them. I am nothing but a figment of your imagination. Welcome to reality. Oh yes, it is very real. It's time to wake up. I am nothing but a figment of your imagination.

Knowledge is Power. Every page tells a story. Trapped in blackness of the mind, beyond the reaches of the gloomy tower. Blooming like a scared flower. Knowing is internal glory. Knowledge is Power. Waiting to be devoured. Set in stone, from the ancient quarry. Trapped in blackness of the mind, beyond the reaches of the gloomy tower. The eyes are dancing in an inked shower. Some funny, sad or gory Knowledge is Power. It is upon us, the midnight hour. Breaking its spine, in the laboratory. Trapped in blackness of the mind, beyond the reaches of the gloomy tower. At an instant it's sweet and sour. Purely extraordinary. Knowledge

Water spinning likes a sacred clock. Making a twister of velvet blues, whites and greens. Crashing upon the mountainous rock. Twirling into a world of dreams. Spectacular veins of mother earth. The basic need of all life. Fish breathe it. Animals and humans need it It is the nurse of all mankind alike.

Feelings being deeper then a canyon. Her beauty identical to a delicate painting. Every part tells a story. My mind being intoxicated by her words. Knees tremble as I see her walk by. Her smell is my ecstasy – senses enhance. As the day goes on her beauty blossoms. Waiting, Wanting, Hoping Dreaming Never ending is the way it starts to seem. Slowly losing your mind...

I am the corporate funded senator. I wonder when my prosperity will end. – Never. I hear the cries of the helpless, homeless people. I see the price of living going up, as well as my paycheck. I want my filthy, bedraggled payroll. I am the corporate funded senator. I pretend to be the man you can count on, but I'll never be there. I feel the pressure, the responsibility, the need to keep my mouth shut. I touch my old hair and think of how much pain and suffering I have caused. I worry about the retaliation from the poor, helpless, stupid people I cry out in fear, thinking of that one day soon to come. I am the corporate funded sen