Rebels of the Sacred Heart

But it`s time I`ll take before I begin
Three sheets to the wind, Three sheets to the wind
. . .
Terrified of the open road
Yeah, where it leads ya never know
. . .
So you saved your shillins and your last six pence
Cause in God`s name they built a barbed wire fence
Be glad you sailed for a better day
But don`t forget there`ll be hell to pay

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So, I've been hanging out down by the train's despot. No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there, and they remind me of windup cars in motion, the way the spin and turn and jockey for position's, and I want to scream out that is all is nonsense, your life's one track can't you see it's pointless. Just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak, and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me who's lost myself. I dare not be, as I hide behind these books I read while scribbling my poetry like art could save a wretch like me with some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve, and I'm never real, it's just a sketch in me, and everything I made is trite and cheap and a waist. Of paint. Of tape. Of time.

It's not as bad as all that, really.

Bone stucture screams . . .

Don't forget

No regrets

Except maybe one

Made a deal

Not to feel

Gosh that's dumb

-BNL

If to me in honesty

you dispel incredulity

You know the things that I need

So say the truth and set me free

Men and beasts to see or eat

The cold despair of false defeat

Standing tongue and lying feet

Watch and deny the flying sheet

-William de Worde

To be is to do -Socrates

To do is to be -Sartre

Do Be Do Be Do -Sinatra

A bear do I be? Well, maybe I do. If not, what do I be? And what do I do?