the voices ride on wavelengths
The images that abide in me
never have I witnessed this measure of strength.
I can't see my hand infront my face.
Too busy watching the death of cells
Every moment is melting me in a race to
distance me from physicalities hell.
Imaginination churns with color and speed
tongue is frozen inspite of your need
jaw locked in paralyzing wonder
the concept of concpetion ripped assunder.
There is no God composing this song
we all have it right, just applying it wrong.
And theres never been a second where I felt I was home
Wouldn't take a minute with man
over an eternity alone.
It's easy to pick a click of the clock
ponder a moment and hate it.
Then they say religion isn't enough
when they are the ones that made it.
Family is a thriving institution
another pyramid in the scheme
Marriage, an Asylumn, the revolution for a Marqi Desade wet dream.
I don't want hear the words " I love you"
from anyone but me.
Is there anyone but me who knows the infinitum of this heart?
Do you think your hands can put it together
when its mine that tore it apart?
Sometimes I think I am the only woman
who can see molecules dance in my cup of coffee.
I wonder what each of them have to say?
From dimension do they come?
White water rapids of chloraphyl.
Trees that speak only in past tense.
Mind over matter bending to will
who said this was going to make sense?
I am not a conformist by any means.
So as they stand out as nerve endings jutting out from the soil...
does the oak clutch the earth or the sky?
Why is there not a field of expertise for studying the Zodiac symbols in the seashell or the clouds?
Have I been awake to long? Can't be. I am not hallucinating yet and my brow is not stinging.
I am not reading or writng the same sentence over and over again. I am not satified until I plain shift. Then I can really rape photoshop.
6 comments:
Hey there mike the nutter here
just saw you on the mtsarblog,or saw you again i should say,but this time i pushed you and found the blog. :-)
Your music at first keept me hanging on and then i read some of your words
and got a bit confussed,cos i felt that here we got a somehow happy person,until i read more and more.
Are you more happy, than angry with the motherfucking bastards that keeps the world in a mess.
With kind regards
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Mike (the nutter) :-)
What do you mean by happy with them? I have to pretend in the place that I am. If I don't, it could mean the stability of my sons life. I only wrote that poem because I wanted to see if I could still write poetry afterall of this. Turns out, I can't.
The Random Rant Blog will be added to as I sit up, without sleep, without authority more and more. Why would I be content with the bastards who keep the world in a mess. I hate being one of the few can not only define them but articulate the mess they leave for those won't listen.
I guess I don't understan, at what part did you interpret my blog into a praise for fucked up people?
perhaps you were unable to read into my sarcasm...I can get really out there.
hey
sorry my bad english did make the question come out wrong.
what i meant was if your own happiness is bigger than the hate against the bastards.
And i did get your sarcasm
"I guess I don't understan, at what part did you interpret my blog into a praise for fucked up people?"
What that is about i do not want 2 answer cos fucked up in my world is those in denial and neither u or i is there.
The smileys were there 2 bring joy
:-)
Ps you can write poetry cos is it not form words ?
Ah the poetry that almost has a rhythmic property. May I venture that your freeverse is tenfold better than your rhymed?
The poetry itself is without a pre-made cast, so shouldn't the form of it be the same? Not that I'm telling you to get into stream of thought, which is near-impossible to read.
A book perhaps? I am reading Malcom X now, and I can tell you that what I'm reading here is much more interesting and on a much deeper level. (Believe it or not, I read the whole thing :o, which you may just have to interpret as a nothing-going saturday... waiting for the "truth" to leak through the infowars forum)
But what is it about being free that we desire so much? Why do we have to solidify a slipping grip on our bloody axe, dripping from the gore of thousands of years of murder, egotism, and thievery?
If the government is tyranny, an effective machine of conquest and plunder, then isn't it just a more complex and evolved form of our true nature...
you know, the nature that comes when nature comes. The looting of the stores, the breakdown of the "order"... the killing, the thieving, the raping. You say that government lies and that religion lies... well, doesn't that just prove that it is man's nature to lie?
What do we gain by freeing ourselves from the church, or toppling the system of economic and political tyranny which veils our nation, other than the freedom to continue that tyranny... except, we can continue it in a "free" way.
And what's that? A way of tyranny that makes us the bad guys... so we're the ones reaping the reward?
Man must always struggle and dominate. If there is no large problem, then we find smaller ones, but the urgency is still there, just like a rising military budget after the cold war.
i know alabaster's heart. and some of her mind.and of course her life.i am her mother.she speaks truth as it is revealed to her.she pulls no punches.it is our way.we do get tired of having nothing in this world we really need.we never want more.we would die for strangers but we have to live for our children.please be kind...let's speak our minds, but let us filter it thru our hearts, first,k? love,silver1
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