13 April, 2009
Abundance; Cow Herd
I thought that this life would bring me to a height...to somewhere beyond the rain...ive never been one to be afraid...but abundance in fear leaves me feeling flawed and unimportant in my ventures...do i have the volition and drive to put together my ideas?...ive seen others fail...and fail again...but within the confides of this life, this much is certain...that a life without permient reason or wontoness in whatever it is you want, is no life lived or even remotely given...ive been to hell and back...ive seen every person in this life find nothing because from the very second they join this existence...they are taught to love everything their parents tell them...acceptence is the product of apathy...we are all lost to apathy...i sometimes wonder if what i write down everyday even matters...if what ive been striving to convey in things i give people has any substance...then i think if i could ever write anything good at all...i think...for hours i just think... and then...like every cow in the field must do when the duress of insight becomes too weighty...i graze...unaware...until a day comes where i must see...
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EASTER MONDAY
ReplyDeleteI'm Pontious fucking Pilate,
And the candy's fifty off,
I'm slurping up the embryos
Of marshmallowed rabbit slough.
It's the Monday after Easter,
And you can stop blaming me,
'Cause I didn't kill your Savior
Or chop your cherry tree.
I don't drink the blood of your children,
That ain't my favorite scene,
I'm just eating your Easter candy, girl,
There's no need to be obscene.
Honey, do those eggs get bigger?
Or is it just my lascivious eyes?
Let me smash those eggs underneath my fingers,
To consume is the ultimate prize!
Yeah, you don't want them once the day is over,
And that's my time to come in.
I'll pick through your saccharine leftovers, bowled over,
By the caffeinated
Gelatin quivered
Rack in display, your natural-born sin.
Eggs, they're just the embryos
Of the joys your weather will bring.
Or maybe they're just the abortions and stillborns
Of the chocolate bunnies in the aisle for spring.
I'll shove them in my basket, dear,
Along with my 3/4 nails and screws,
My hard points and dope joints,
And Jack Daniels' bottle for two.
Don't you worry, don't you fret,
The best part has to happen yet,
Open wide and take a bite,
Your eggs can't spoil my appetite.
We must not fear. What you think, say and write does matter. Not only does it give you an easier platform to be able to self reflect at a later time, others may read it and be inspired. Sure, in the end nothing may matter, but if nothing matters that gives us the power to make things matter. You ask if can ever write anything good? You just did. Maybe I'm missing something. Question, rest, and question.
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