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im just being me, myself
it's hard at times though
but ill be me whether or not the suns out
I'm just being me, no one else
standing in a line, soaking energy from something else
and I'll be me, whether or not they accept me now
I'm just being me, ask someone else
they'll tell you I been me all along
true words coming out their mouths
cuz I've been me since the day I was born
dont let no man conflict it
let um um all be fare warned
Ill be me
you be you
do whatever it is you want to
ill still be being me
regardless of what i get put through
ill keep my smile on as i get to where i get to
could find another way
be someone else today,
but it just would feel right
being me is too tight
toot my own horn
push my own buttons
nobody else is me
wouldnt trade it for nothing
so Imma be me
you be you
go wherever it is that youve got to run to
imma be me
imma be here
hope this is what you need to see things clear
I cannot remember, only I can feel the empty chill of steel
sometimes, colored ghosts of autumn whisper in the shadows
that I follow, taking me far from home
Today with sun or clouds and all the bluest skies
a truth revealed, and I awakened to a madness of rivers, lakes
spilling over - to flood, a place
So swift the night will come, soon to leave this home
darkness winds a long road on
and still the sun will come
Your life is just a work of art
A masterpiece painted
By some big brain
With double-folding sentience?
Do you ever consider
The beauty of the detail(s)?
What if that weird coincidence
That happened today
Really wasn't a coincidence at all?
What if there are no coincidences?
What if when we go to sleep
Our brainwaves change
Because our minds go elsewhere
And it's best we just forget
When we wake?
What if reincarnation is real
And just at a universal scale?
What if life didn't originate on Earth?
What if there's something huge about
That we don't yet understand?
What if everything is a computer simulation
And everything above the first dimension
Is just a folded-up illusion?
What if we're not the only ones out there?
What if one time
At some random point
Along your vision's axis
You stared right at a planet
That harbored life?
Or even a star system?
What if religion and science collapsed in
On each other?
And what does this whole Eye business
What if the multiverse
Is more connected
Than we ever imagined?
What if God is a number? (a chuckle)
What if God is all the numbers
And combinations of them
And possible functions
And every algorithm
Every discordance and solution?
What if fate and free will
Don't really hate each other,
And it's just a game they play?
What if, just as we imagine characters,
Scenes and fiction
And paint them with words, sounds, and pigments
Our lives and interactions
Are painted by some society of higher beings,
In some fractalesque twist?
What if perception and emotional value
Are just the icing on the cake
And they are what makes life more
Than numbers and figures?
What if art
Is more than human?
What if the magical spells we once dreamed of
Have become our reality-
Songs, pictures, symbols flashed on the TV...
What if it really is like good guys vs. bad guys
And it's all just whispered above your head
Just within earshot?
What if it's not so black and white
And our only true villain
Is the stupidity of the mob?
What if it's somewhere between
Like it usually is?
What if we were always happy
Or always sad?
Would there really be a difference?
What if you could escape the circular nature
What would you see, looking down?
What if every system is circular
Because they're all gears
In some big surreal machine?
What if you're dreaming?
Nope, still here.
What if you're not dreaming at all
And it's really just that strange?
What if everything that could happen
And you are only allowed to see one of each?
What if the laws of physics
Are only so set in stone
In this universe
But there are others that vary?
What if the speed of light
Is the universal speed of time?
What if I'm actually dead
And this is just a virtual world
And I'm living through a computer?
What if reality is a very complicated computation?
What if I woke up as someone else tomorrow morning?
Would I even realize it?
What if one of my poems caused two people to meet
and fall in love? that'd be cool
What if one of my poems accidentally somehow set off
A chain of events that killed someone? that's weird and sad
What if gravity were as strong as magnetism
Or the other forces?
We'd surely have no planes
And getting up in the morning would suck even more
What if for once you were grateful and happy to wake up in the morning?
Ooh, got you with a tinge of guilt din't I?
What if the whole thing was a joke and no one likes getting up after a nice rest?
What if looks didn't affect judgment so much?
What if this is your very last breath?
If so, look out-
What if my imagination didn't have a bottom?
What if the act of believing in something
Made it true?
What if my red was your blue?
What if you could see tenfold more colors then most humans
Because you had an extra type of cone in your gene code?
What if the very fundamentals of science you were taught in school
Were mass-spread so no one could know how strange the universe really is?
What if the moon landing was fake?
What if conspiracies don't really affect you that much in the end?
What if there was an underlying pattern of questions and statements
Following a free-flowing logical train here?
What if it just crashed?
What if when the light went off on your webcam
That didn't mean it was inactive?
What if you had something to hide?
What if they're out to get you?
What if they're everywhere?
What if it's way over your head
And it's time to get out of the house?
What if Uncle Ben never got shot?
What if Tony Stark is just a friggen' badass genius dude wonder?
What if some levity never hurt anyone, but what if it did?
What if some guy was telling a joke, not paying attention
And he fell and broke his left arm?
I bet it's happened on numerous occasions.
And statistically, probably more if you change it to 'right'!
What if you didn't help that old lady cross the street?
What if the old lady never crossed the street
And she just sat there forever like a lost puppy
Doesn't it just make you want to cry?
What if you were sitting on that thing you're looking for the whole time?
What if your life is a TV show
It's all staged, Truman!
What if I'm not real
And a secret artificial intelligence project
Wrote this to test how convincing it is?
I promise I'm not but you have no way of knowing!
What if some of you start to suspect me of being a robot?
What if in some ironic twist of fate that made someone crazy obsessive about it
And writing it led to my very death?
What if I'm just here for the ride
And I don't have time to worry about things like that?
My eyes are getting heavy...
As much as they tell me
I need to focus.
I need to concentrate...
And leave the la-la-land dreamscape
Of my head,
I'm proud to even
I m a g i n e.
Tommy’s little, sure, but he’s
getting to that age
when he understands a little more
picking up things as his parents
take him shopping;
and hearing and seeing things
at home, in the backyard
and in the streets
but today poor Tommy
is caught in class
he’s about to explode
and he’s controlled it the last hour
“Please, miss,” he has the balls
to say it after all
“I need go piss!”
“You’re not going,”
says the pedantic Miss,
“until you use in a complete sentence
the proper English word
for your urge:
Poor Tommy –
he’s got the balls, but does
he have the brains?
Tommy thinks hard for a while -
one hand on his head
one hand on his pants
and then he blurts out:
“YOU ARE AN EIGHT
and Mrs Smith next door
who sunbathes naked in her courtyard
LOOKS LIKE A TEN. Now, can I go?”
*listen-watch this poem read by me on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX-ZhOSQIsE ...
I'm hoping you are well today,
I've just read something rather beautiful
that has inspired me to say:
Thank you Thank you Thank you
Lord, I've never felt this grateful
for every single thing in my life,
even ones-at times-angry and hateful.
Starting with the biggest first,
thank you for my parents,
for even when I'm scared of them
I know that they'll be present
at certain times of need
and perhaps someday
they will meet a wife.
Next thank you so Lord
for my sister,
angry and annoying,
just like a blister
She knows every inside joke
and we can laugh together,
quoting, singing, dancing, mocking,
truly two birds of a feather.
Thank you so much for
all my friends
Lord knows without them
I'd be at wits end. :) <3
Thank you for everything
I take for granted
like loving parents
who actually wanted
a little baby,
a little me
when they didn't know
what I'd turn out to be.
Running water plentiful,
Safe healthy food till I feel full
Not living everyday in fear
that I'd have to face
a gang rape scare,
a solid roof above my head,
a box of pads beneath my bed.
A plethora of coloured pencils,
don't need stencils.
Thank you for the hands
that learned to draw before
they were taught
to even write the alphabet,
did you know of the attention
that I would get.
People notice me and my creations,
ask me to do a transformation
of a screwed up line, out of place,
they joy I get from their face
when they hold up
something I've done
and shout to their friends
'lookit what kim's drawn!!'
Thanks for my perfect
and you kept Sara safe
when she fell off that log,
Were you there when we pulled
that tick right out of Puck,
so many tries,
but got it out with some luck. :D
Of course thanks for
all those boys,
the ones with beards that
still play with toys.
For my linkin Park buddy,
and Ed of course,
who hasn't been here
(having been sick as a horse)
Thank you for Beatles,
Green Day and for KISS
thank you so much Oh Lord
for giving me this.
I'll no longer roll my eyes at mass
when we say we praise you, each lad and lass.
Instead I'll throw my hands in the air
Shout Halleluiah! for the presence that's there.
today I know for sure
that I have pushed you out
and you are not in my heart
(you are as far away as you can get from it)
but I am scared for tomorrow
and the day after
because you always have a way
of making it right back into
the middle of my heart
no matter how badly
I wish you weren't there
he makes his rounds down by the 59th Street Bridge:
one leg bends, the other stays straight.
you can't miss him, he's darker than night‒
pasty white lips, coffee cup jingling,
and a fresh clean suit to really catch your eye.
"shit, look at that guy!"
I've heard people say.
he's been at it for years,
rattling that damn cup once the light
it must be working,
there's always a different suit.
throw in rush hour and bridge cleaning
and you know it falls like rain.
but one day I saw him walking along 31st Street,
pacing, hustling, both knees bent.
he moved better than I did,
dress shoes and all.
I pulled up and honked:
"feeling good today, huh buddy?"
pasty lips kept it at full stride,
rounding the corner with
no shame in his step.
it wasn't long before I got stuck at that light again.
of course, out came the hobble and the sound of loose change.
I believe the lady in front even handed him a bill.
and when he finally made it over to me,
the only thing I could do was grin.
a guy like that, you just have to
let him go.
from Dizzied By Chance: Poems of a Fringe Existence (2013)
Take the back roads to the warehouse yard,
Where all the shits stored.
After a couple of rights, your there.
Some people may call it the epidemy of scum.
I call it paradise.
I walk in smelling rotten wood,
And some fat kids lunch.
Passed the ripped couches,
The 12 year old television,
The pool table that was missing 3-4 balls,
And up to the register.
There was a big man with a tank top,
He took our money,
And gave us our wrist bands.
I took my board and climbed up the first ramp i saw.
I passed the half pipe, the sticker wall,
The fun box, the stairs, the roll in...
I pump up the next ramp.
This side of the park smells like pot.
There are fewer fans,
Everything is moist from the precipitation
My board slides with ease
All the ramps are covered in dust.
Dirt gets on your wheels,
Your hands turn black.
I dropped in again.
The speed cools me down.
I skate till the sun leaves and the owls come out.
The staff starts to bring out lights.
Bands unpack their gear.
The music starts, followed by mosh pits.
And i just keep skating.
I land a trick I've been attempting all day.
I decide to take a break and listen to the show.
They're all scum and today, so am I...
I thought about you again today
And in lying down for bed
I remembered the way it felt
to lie in yours
My bed lacks everything yours had
From your smell
To the incredibly soft comforter
drawn neatly across your sheets
But what I miss the most
From lying in your bed
Are the moments
You made me feel
Like I had a home
I look at one of these machines today and it sends chills down my body..
I can remember being lost.. I just wondered off as a kid chasing butterflies and fireflies in the deep woods of Alaska..
I was gone for days.. I was parched and so hungry.. My little body could not muster enough strength to scream for help anymore..
I could see and hear animals about.. I was to young to realise that the animals wanted me to eat.. They were just waiting for me to die..
It wasn't until the night came on the 4th day.. My parents called Shineday inc and requested a (Recovery unit) ST-anthony be flown in..
I was falling asleep under some brush and trees.. Not really falling asleep more like crying to sleep.. The I saw these blue eyes glowing over me.. The robot moved the brush very gently and picked me up.. I can remember him being so warm as he held me.. His steps were very silent.. We then stopped and he gave me a small metal box with my drawings on it.. It made me smile! I opened it and there were some pop tarts and water in it.. I ate them up!!! He then took me back to the cabin where my mom ran screaming to me! Even my dad was crying! He went to the (Recovery unit) ST-anthony and thank him over and over..
I am looking at one of these machines now.. I wonder if it was the one who found me that night..