Vulgarity is expected And so is bullshit Now wait a moment I must go and repent My sins are not what is meant
By jake cabout a year ago in Poets
Now we gather round the fire Here the news from her But she got her news from some him Who cried about his life And just spewed it on some whim
You beg me where i been And ask me if i can come when You are truly ready To go around the end You still gargle the spit that is preached you
The rooms are all full But noone is really there Stop all your caring Before tensions start to flare Beat up Getting gunned down
Screams echo off the walls The gods begin to tout The swollen iron hand To dole out reprimand Anyone who stalls Facing a pissed fist
You treat me so arbitrary Wondered why i .. was so wary Trying to trick me Thinking i was happy Forgetting i live in Reality
Empty fights Pointless nights Unheard words Leave us absurd Hopelessly spun out ************************** The worst for me is these lonely days
By jake c4 years ago in Poets
Motionless mechanical silence grabs hold A screaming meadow ripe to explode But all that comes out Are the jackrabbits and plainsmen
..more nonsense The shepherd takes control Of this faltering starship My hopeless mumblings spit Into his ear, forcing him to quit
Flashing, it stares so blank and chatter flies brisk, disjointed. Her cries mimic laughter, (put there) to mock your smiles (and its) grotesque spine.
Okay but can we talk about how time is both fixed, continuous, relative, and nondescript all at once? While also being able to break its relational ties to the space it inhabits (or creates)?
By jake c4 years ago in Journal
Thoughts and questions between dreams and nightmares of both random, intentional, serendipitous, unruly absurd, conscious and subconscious nature
By jake c4 years ago in Psyche
