I saw the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by memes, laughing hysterical based
Hot damn, you feel the power in all consuming words.
Bet you aren’t even thinking,
you think like the light sequence in 2001,
you’re in such a hurry to cough the words out of the back of your throat like their some sort of infection,
they aren’t gonna to bite ya,
just slow down and take, a, breath,
On your way through Candyland you always take all the Chutes and Ladders,
So suddenly this thing you call consciousness and we call uncertainty is everywhere and not a person on the pale speck can check it,
your eyes light up because the hare is more fun than the tortoise,
and when you reach the finish line without so much alerting the referee’s that their stopwatch fingers should be primed and their cocktail glasses lowered you confound with – “it was crazy.”
Do you realize that there is a tipping point?
If everything is crazy,
suddenly nothings crazy,
except (maybe) the teller.
Do you understand how words can lose their weight?
It’s not like working out,
when you use a word so to a degree that “it is crazy”, you can see the muscle drooping, quivering and fading away in atrophy,
and the inverse is true… don’t we all wish for a little balance?
I know you want to share that feeling that courses through the landmass of your skin,
I know you’re at most Times nothing less than a cardboard box full of jelly donuts and military grade explosives.
I can always see it in your eyes in how they dart about
life, and the way you stand up and play with your hair,
sometimes I want to tell you that all I see are the big O’s and tight lines and that I can’t understand a word, but I think you know that,
anyway you sometimes say you do.
It’s funny, almost
like you know that you’re going too fast, that these words will never get what you want across, maybe
and maybe that’s why you raise your voice to fill the room spouting “crazy” like a broken sprinkler, over and over,
could it be that the words are just filler,
and that the meaning is actually hidden behind the words in another world
we hardly even realize is spinning just because we can’t see it.
Are you some sort of warlock tapping into the energies of another plane,
or are you just
at explaining things?
LOve poems? try out hate poems! I love hate poems.
I’m going to be the best hate poet ever. I’m going to write the sonnet 130 of hate poetry, you dirty fuckfaces.
Wind hoe – blows ya away
Fire hoe – burns you (gonorrhea)
Water hoe – gets ya wet
Earth hoe – putcha in the ground (6 feet deep)
Cows in a pasture. Milking comes at three. The third one is sick, out for surgery. It’s a new year, plagued by heart disease. Farmer sits under the sun with a bottle of ecstasy.
21 pages of xD.