It is all very nice to be a young, old, hippie trippie/hipter/stoner/metal head/whatever Bohemian hobo you are! Smoking bongs, making art work, partying, thinking about the “bigger picture” discovering yourself(and or tripping balls to discover yourself) that stage in your life when your all about finding “inner peace”..but what really it breaks down to, is a generation of prodominatly, egotisitcal, self absorbed, one sided, creative, magickal, wonderful people who through often generous to those surrounding then also apear to be the most innately ignorent, selfish or just plane nieve people. Who think they are on a path of enlightenment through doll bludging and music, Don’t get me wrong..this is my life.. my perants life…My friends life… But what I have forgotten, and only now have remembered. we have all forgotten, the truth be it tedious and sometimes soul crushing, is that you have to work really hard at what you want….to get to that place where you can actually male a difference..
Silver runs through flesh, like honey on your throat.
Metal a shell that covered her from emotional hell.
A casing of strength and ambition.
A suit that cracks could never be,
maybe one day If only by breaking a spell.
the kind that might make the Heart swell and flutter, as the flow of life is thus pumped through the viens, that are the root of her soul.
And then you can picture a serene end.
As she Lifted her shield of harsh integrity, she found herself a girl of sweet harmony..