Profane prophecy I utter with an extended soliloquy
Demonically a shredded flesh of fire burning entirely
Thought provoking memories moving silently
I'm a mortal corpse with the description of death defining me
Could stand next to the creator while they design me fit
Crowded with emptiness, a devour of wasted dreams
Reflections starring at me
I see this costume soul is not what it seems
I harvest on these Lethal ideas
Once the day loses stamina the darkness appears.
Lost track of who I was
Been running towards the end and not the finish line
How I spend all this time got me felling rich in mind
You never know how to think outside the box until your stuck inside
The flow is distorted, I make it sound remorseless
The pain is recorded, I'm making change from within before I'm corpseless
These demons a congress, objectifying against my optimum progress
The throne is up for whoever cast a stone at the hopeless
Put me on a stand I'm a spot light, enlightening
Being the mental vitamin
Nourishing the potential divine beings.
These words trail down the street
Where corrupted young souls took murder as defeat
Wondering whether prayers gon reach their spirit underneath
They see the reflection of their funeral while sipping on lean
Like the drugs they taking be demolishing them deep
Next thing he's a shadow of his body
Dancing with devil, the darken fate he embody
To a word of lustful sorrow to see nobody
His crucified destiny is cut nicely from the end of time to the beginning of night
A blind man with a clear vision with courage to fight
Whether for himself or by accident the events that take place in the night
With hallow souls and troubled minds shining so bright
I swear it makes the devil to die with a smile.
I'm another victim with an oppressing mental system
How it regulates through the forces of nature has me conflicted,
Feeling belittled
Like the day I was born me and God became distant
Another descendant to exit his kingdom with inferior wisdom
Suffering the effects of my cause of existence
The constant repetition of undesirable ambitions instructed by the foreign regions
Has me illuminating the path through my trusted instincts
Looking for something in need to be found by walking a mile of inches
Until then I've lost the reason to be drawn upon this distance.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
'20/20'
"Do It Again" the track that would ultimately open the Beach Boys final album on Capitol Records which was released on February 10th 1969 had originally been released as a single in August of 1968. The track was the first of many post-Pet Sounds era throwbacks to the early Beach Boys sound which would become continually more cliched and eventually lead the Beach Boys to the level of self-parody they would eventually succumb to in the 1980s while their closest contemporaries The Beatles nearing the end of their run in 1969 would go on to be viewed as the most influential band of all time. However, the song itself is not bad on its surface, and it opens with a futuristic sounding (for 1969) drumbeat captured by then-Beach Boys engineer Stephen Desper using tape delays on the drums performed by Dennis Wilson and John Guerin. The song has been re-recorded numerous times over the years on various Beach Boys-related projects most notably the 2011 re-recording at Capitol studios featuring the five surviving Beach Boys at the time backed instrumentally by various members of both the Brian Wilson Band and Mike Loves touring "Beach Boys" to promote the then upcoming Beach Boys 50th Anniversary reunion tour in 2012. The hammering and power drill sound at the end of the song was an excerpt from a track called "Workshop" that was to be a part of the uncompleted "SMiLE" album.
By Sean Callaghan7 days ago in Beat
Comments (2)
One of the really liked sad poems I have read. Go ahead!!!
This was so poignant! Loved your poem!