JQK - Hello Poetry

The space cadet needs a new face It has to have fun It needs to learn how to manipulate darkness The new space cadet needs to spew evil out of its guitar and encourage the crowd to stomp it to death The battle between good and evil was a thing of the 60s. The flower children say they 'fizzled out' but the truth is they lost. Now its all covert. Now we're spies Undercover The flower children's death gave birth to new factions Star children, spider kids, the punks, etc. I aspire to create a new faction because I see a lot of people around me who seem lost just like me but every band needs a frontman Every faction needs someone on the front lines. Someone so fed up that they snapped at the system. When you do that you need to be careful so you don't snap yourself. Your self confidence and your confidence in your cause must be unbreakable. You must confront the red seas unshaken and bare the brunt of the first blow. I'm not sure what I'm talking about yet but when I do you'll know it. I suppose my sign will be the buck All these factions work for the same organization. We are in your books. We're in your music. We're on your television. We're in your breakfast cereal. God is dead and the devil lives in heaven. Forever working to dillute us. We live in its illusion. Jack is in the box. The black iron prison. I am recruiting. I'm in trouble. I need help.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC

JQK

CQ

The space cadet needs a new face It has to have fun It needs to learn how to manipulate darkness The new space cadet needs to spew evil out of its guitar and encourage the crowd to stomp it to death The battle between good and evil was a thing of the 60s. The flower children say they 'fizzled out' but the truth is they lost. Now its all covert. Now we're spies Undercover The flower children's death gave birth to new factions Star children, spider kids, the punks, etc. I aspire to create a new faction because I see a lot of people around me who seem lost just like me but every band needs a frontman Every faction needs someone on the front lines. Someone so fed up that they snapped at the system. When you do that you need to be careful so you don't snap yourself. Your self confidence and your confidence in your cause must be unbreakable. You must confront the red seas unshaken and bare the brunt of the first blow. I'm not sure what I'm talking about yet but when I do you'll know it. I suppose my sign will be the buck All these factions work for the same organization. We are in your books. We're in your music. We're on your television. We're in your breakfast cereal. God is dead and the devil lives in heaven. Forever working to dillute us. We live in its illusion. Jack is in the box. The black iron prison. I am recruiting. I'm in trouble. I need help.

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Abandoning hope and adopting curiosity Is a love interest without love Like shooting yourself in the mirror The glass shatters but you're likely to find your reflection again in another mirror you'll shoot, window you'll jump out of or body of water you'll drown in. Hope is mortal and we're all playing god. Reckless creation and destruction in the heat of passion Paper thin skin constantly folding in on itself Crinkling carbon Oragami organisms Blood is not meant for bleeding It is meant for consuming Destined for an **** ****** by the confusion of the organs it visits The priest's lipstick The junkie's subway The soldier's collateral The rotten egg Glistening crimson Hope is death and curiosity killed the cat. But you're likely to find that cat again in another mirror you'll shoot, Window you'll jump out of Or body of water you'll drown in

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC

JQK

~cherry-colored cat~

Abandoning hope and adopting curiosity Is a love interest without love Like shooting yourself in the mirror The glass shatters but you're likely to find your reflection again in another mirror you'll shoot, window you'll jump out of or body of water you'll drown in. Hope is mortal and we're all playing god. Reckless creation and destruction in the heat of passion Paper thin skin constantly folding in on itself Crinkling carbon Oragami organisms Blood is not meant for bleeding It is meant for consuming Destined for an **** ****** by the confusion of the organs it visits The priest's lipstick The junkie's subway The soldier's collateral The rotten egg Glistening crimson Hope is death and curiosity killed the cat. But you're likely to find that cat again in another mirror you'll shoot, Window you'll jump out of Or body of water you'll drown in

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Underneath a duplex in it's basement a wide assortment of pipes and appliances are mounted everywhere. Some pipes hang from the ceiling disconnected. Holes stuffed with insulation in the concrete foundation. The musician may sit and listen to the sounds of rushing water, boilers and furnaces kicking on and find music in it. The poet may find beauty in the mystery of it all and mention it as a metaphorical line in an upcoming piece But when the plumber walks down he sees it for what it truly is. He understands the sounds, the disconnections, the holes left behind by absent appliances, what goes where and why. Inside his mind he sees every movement of every machine, can pick any problem out of sounds and gauges. Imagine having an acute understanding of the world around you and how to work with it. I'm starting to think being a dreamer is more of a coping mechanism than anything. I'd say I aspire to be a plumber But I'd just be another poet making another stupid analogy.

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC

JQK

When the plumber walks down

Underneath a duplex in it's basement a wide assortment of pipes and appliances are mounted everywhere. Some pipes hang from the ceiling disconnected. Holes stuffed with insulation in the concrete foundation. The musician may sit and listen to the sounds of rushing water, boilers and furnaces kicking on and find music in it. The poet may find beauty in the mystery of it all and mention it as a metaphorical line in an upcoming piece But when the plumber walks down he sees it for what it truly is. He understands the sounds, the disconnections, the holes left behind by absent appliances, what goes where and why. Inside his mind he sees every movement of every machine, can pick any problem out of sounds and gauges. Imagine having an acute understanding of the world around you and how to work with it. I'm starting to think being a dreamer is more of a coping mechanism than anything. I'd say I aspire to be a plumber But I'd just be another poet making another stupid analogy.

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