let's see,
feeling destructive,
another fucking poem,
< more objective bullshit, >
reflections of some sickness,
indulging in illusion,
the force-fed aggression,
mind pierces, through the skin,
it's uncomfortable within,
sufficing for these sins,
all the while,
dancing,
with prevarication,
the principle rule,
a judgment so oppressive,
disassembling the you,
feeling picked through,
looked over,
a crawling resistance revolution,
in our gun to mouth religion,
expand the consciousness of self,
by throwing out your script,
at times we're unresponsive,
because who the hell, is really listening ?
give me a break,
my philosophies as a bleeding heart poet,
are giving me a headache.
< not really, just felt like thrashing my tongue,
like i didn't give a fuck >
God i don't even know how to tell you how much i love your writing! It bloody brilliant! the words you use are amazing, they describe so well.
Favorite Line: in our gun to mouth religion
thats great!
Are you kidding me? No one critiqued this before? People really don't know what they are missing out on.
The beginning to this is just brilliant...
I hear ya!