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ChocoLate BuTTer
The more this body furthers its duration on Earth,
The more I ponder upon
the conviction of our own banishment.
I guess it seems, we only live to die,
that death is an inevitability not unlike gravity,
a law imposed upon us
of which we compose no authority
Though this thought parades in the hind
quarters of this cranium,
My existence remains, dwelling in current event
so I will seize this day instead
and verify my own perception among the rest for
This mind, it affirms no coherence to this planet anyway.
with words said, I am not even here and
my pen spits lyrics that can only avatar
my boldest of emotion.
living never within the boundaries
of original custom.
If you were to ask me whether or not the glass is either
half empty or half full.
I would respond by saying I'd cut the
glass in half, allowing for only one
full glass to stick
its present.
To claim the such I do so to only spite
humanities far to shared conclusions to the metaphor.
Blunting a Creed to be
as familiar as the expenditure of chocolate butter
or a man of constant legal tender, constructing
a shank just to survive.
the unnatural is my common
and I worship my characteristic of difference.
But this confidence is through the
avenge of my fellow pupils.
The children of age to my equivalence whom live robotic clad lives.
They live between the lines shadowed by a foul
predecessor.
In words of other spoken.
I am telling you that I hate to say
I despise the majority of my own generation
because it is truth.
These maggots of youth compel me to cringe
over the verbal exposure of my own age of 17 years.
I blot my ears to the sound.
These wasted breaths surround me on the day to day
so
my walking in direction of opposite becomes
the only abandon.
I mean seriously
Child you are 13, ditch the skirt
and grab some pants and recover your pride because
your innocence is dwindling down a spiral worth infinity.
I ask.
Are you 12 or 22?
the misconception occurs disturbingly far too often
But it is the young men who
will mean fault to
my sanity.
If even one more of you mutants decree
any female to the label "bitch"one more time
I will lead Oath to dis adorn your eyes
from their sockets,
adhere your tongue to your left ear,
pillage your fingernails from your hands
as I allow your crying to cease for a maximum of five minutes
then proceed and conclude your torture
by dis leaving your dishonorable, fraudulent, unscrupulous lips
and barging them so far up your rectum
that you could speak to your own intestines
if the possibility was credible.
Pause as my words seek stop.
my temperament is of rage
but my point, I wish to be of focus and meaning
so I guess this will not just be
a submission of anger to the distraught portion of thee fellow peers,
but a contribution to the youth whom
exhibit their own
beings with love and honor.
Those who do what they want.
not those whom do what they see is done.
Those that abide by their own trends
and experience life
as God has meant for you to live.
To the girls who consider their pride before their thighs
and the boys
who nurture their manhood
and at the same time,
safeguard womanhood.
To remember that
although death may be designed for the questionless.
It becomes what we do that makes us different during our brief period of air intake
which pays respect to our legacies.
So let us adore this time
and with those who share
our sure retirement
let us honor them
but always, always...
just be yourself man.
boy you are a fucking wonder,
boy you are a fucking wonder, to quote "barging them so far up your rectum
that you could speak to your own intestines
if the possibility was credible"
that was amazing, but the overall tone, the ryhmes and the expression the way you present the way it goes that is beauty personified. My friend you are a wonder. I am very bloody impressed, keep it up you are holding a torch for a dissillusioned generation my friend and you are one of the few that is stopping it from blowing it out.
Have you ever considered spoken word my friend because you are fuckin incredible.
check out B dolan. I am honoured to read your poems friend
I'm sorry i wasn't who you thought i was. F**k it, i'm sorry i wasn't who i thought i was.
...I bought the heartbreak hotel on my own with no investors, closed it down and opened the F**k you, get over it bed and breakfast
That means a hell of a lot
That means a hell of a lot man. I really appreciate your insight and just remember that it is in fact my honor to share our intellect with one another and share a common love for the writing game. I also make it clear in this poem to commend young people like you that are truthfully shining light on a battered generation. It is youth like you and me whom must inspire our peers to just be themselves no matter what the adversity, so we all must carry and keep that torch lit and its young men like you that keep it illuminated over the darkest generation of children. There are females amongst us whom need to be protected and I am rejoiced to know that their are young men like you to hold that protection firm with their deserved dignity and respect. It really means loads man, really I thank you my friend, not just for the comment but for always just being yourself. Your Bloody Awesome! (I thought i would throw in a little British lingo real quick Lol)
When you say spoken word do you mean resiting my poems out loud? because yeah I have never tried that before maybe I should. Have you ever?
Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni
Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions
Many believe death is merely
Many believe death is merely the shedding of the clothes of the body...
the soul will either slip into new clothes in the womb of a child desiring mother..
or if very advanced return entirely to God
that is a very intriguing way
that is a very intriguing way to think about it
Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni
Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions