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Tue, Jan. 27th, 2004, 11:26 pm

i hope this makes you laugh as much as i did
no skill or talent or an attempt at anyhting like that. just amusing.

My head tells me to kill my heart
And release the last grasp it has in my recognition
Is the burden of obsession
Worth the distance from the peace of carelessness
Is that last grasp of childish resilience
worth holding me back from finding
some cerebrel enclosure
youth has pain for petty causes
and adults live in the absense of roots
soemone new tries to push them away
to seperate the innocent compassion in their loveing eyes
apart from the yearning hungry glow theyv adopted
growing like trees from the cracks of rocks
only drinking the nourishment from the soil
that washes down the face of the rock when it rains
the leaves are green enough to the rest of the setting
and the life has been cultured and grown acceptibly
20 years and still
the roots make a daily struggle to dig deeper
pushing and arguing it s way into the solid resistence of the rock
for every little the inch, the next seems less apealing
the roots never make it deeper and give up the struggle
content to growing along the plane of their depth
growing sideways to feel productive

and when the rain washes life into the crevice of the rock
acting as a whine glass filling up with life
twice as sweet and just as precious
is no longer used as strength for carrying on
the wavering will to dig deeper
but wasted as a high to indulge in
making the present seem beautiful instead
if only for a moment
the present's indulgence
spoils the prize of the future
and only adds to the will of letting go
instead of worshipping in flower petals and tarot cards
the blue momentary stains of shooting crystals
the fountain that was once our future
and used for the chalice of life to exist on
makeing the present bareable
was just rolled up in blunt paper, bitch

nighty night peoples

Wed, Jan. 28th, 2004 08:40 am (UTC)

it was good, but i think it was maybe a little too long. my mind kinda shut down after awhile, and therefore missed the hilarity of the ending. but other than that, bravo.


Wed, Jan. 28th, 2004 09:23 am (UTC)

i think its funny cause it buidls you up with fantasy then brings you back to the real word. i hate all htose positive greeting card poems that make life sound like some fragrant whild flower that blows daintily in the wind or whatever. fuck that, the real world is pavement and shitty jobs and such. blah. stupid greeting cards.
its all a drunken ramble anyway.

Wed, Jan. 28th, 2004 09:30 am (UTC)