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04-26-2008, 10:11 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Aural melody discerner
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: in a truck down by the interstate
Posts: 347
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Some Writings
I was going through some papers and found this one I did a few years ago. I kind of enjoyed it, so I thought I would share it here:
Ride a wave to the shores of serenity, making sand castles out of memories, wondering if I should feel lonely, I feel nothing but replenished, why am I so different than you? they say don't settle for less, but I can settle for breath, sucking on a cigarette feeling sick, because I think it's what they want, I beat myself down and continue to do so, just to fit in, attaching like a parasite, to the negative brushfire that can't be extinguished, with Phillip in the middle giving breath to the fire, pretending to give compassion to the idiotic stories, while knowing that they're lies, but knowing, they help profits, with pockets full of green, suffocating the pocket lint of conscience, lounging around a pool with no smoking signs, With no thoughts of our own, we keep up with, the Joneses, a child molester moves next to, rapist and feels at home, maybe I'm not, so bad, he says, saturating his brain with scotch, speeding and cheating on taxes, continuing to push the, limits of the mortal eye, never growing beyond, the little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, I have friends, I have a girl, and a hot ride, says the traveling salesman who spends Saturday, at stripclubs, and Sundays at church and barbecues, just incredibly dumb or are you trying to piss me off? It doesn't matter, I don't have to care, I'm still wondering why I'm supposed to, it seems indignance is such a remedy for the blues, my style is to observe stupid behavior, not to, engage in it, but this is to be seen as anti-social, I want to become a poker player, to invest stock in your ignorance and over aggressiveness, I have no stake in it, but it's beyond my control it seems destined to be my path, since I've shown, so much interest in other's ignorance, and can't justify, but with no way to dissuade their behavior, it's their fear that drives them, their fear of being different, choking on bitterness, yet knowing I'm right, same voice, inside saying don't conform, it's worse than suicide. |