A "BLURZ OLD POEM" FROM 2006 CALLED "FORWARD BACKWARDS EXPRESS"(Phillip Proses)

 A mind that can not sit still. But still, feeding into these visions ill distilled passion thrilled drills. To reach a point of imagined unreal, still, pushin forward to break the seal, burdened by life's strife, bled from the Samurai, drained of fight, a blades un-flight, night without light, and yet, I still can't win, AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED? Why make happenings happen, when all that's happened is happenings regardless of trying to stop things from happening? An against the grain up current revival of an archrivaled system unbridled????? And in the face of bare witnessing your own murder, horror filled gaspsess of excessive air, clusterphobic????? Defining definitions undefined! Mumbling words as I walk endlessly to my death. But if known, my words shall never rest! IF SHE'D ONLY'VE KNOWN WHAT SHE'D OF BEEN TO ME, AND NOT'VE KNOWN WHAT SHE IS TO ME? death of my heart.....and Time stills reelz on, continuumed. Onward March! Homeward Bound-HEAVEN! no worries! A TOAST! to pain. My only lonesome friend I know toooooo well. A bell toll that sounds to often. A familiarity without a family. An unbreakable friendship for the friendless. But Time has changed! And change happens effortless. So release control, if you ever hope to gain control. And the curse of Free Will will become a *GIFT* when you give it BACK to the *GODZ*. So what are you waiting for? Stop living backwards and hop on the Forward Express.