Pick up on my message
It is nothing

If you ever felt aglow
Then it would come around, inducting

Itself...
Not you
Leading to
A vacuum

And you'd have to perceive something
So that's them
The perfect strumming!

**** women you'll never know
All the talents you'll never sew
But they'll insist it's not a myth
Oh no, it's fact, oh no, no no!

Joy necessitates
A shadow
Follow me into
The meadow
Now there needs to be
A wasteland
Don't you curse the grass
Where we stand
Please pick up your feet
You slacker
You must feel the heat
Of my slur
That's how we afford
The music
Which never really was
That useful...

Oh, I'm jealous of Gabriel...

"If you really wanted that, you would have worked for it"

Said Michael.

Don't you see what's going on here?

We are already going to work for everything
We're ever going to get.

If I really wanted to, I would have worked for it...
Oh, please!!

Yeah right!

I wanted things in earnest
You perceived it,
And having structured my reality for me
You brought me shame

Commissioned the Rolling Stones...

And said to me,

"You can only blame yourself"

There is only one person
Who knows reality

And that
I am entirely certain
Is me.

supposition:
derivative external beings
characterized by the tension of being selfless
that is,
people who mainly give
they don't ask for much
they don't often take.

THAT IS,
those who sit opposite the narcissists
those who are tight to ego-lessness

What these words might put them through

strung along on the same series
INCLUDED in the same TOTALITY

they never pride themselves on their egoless state

this poem is meant to drive them insane

I was also a baby who died

Included in my last breath was an innocent child
The last breath of everything, yes
We are all narcissists

And the narcissist who is suffering because of a selfish state
Is more humble than you are
When you feel good about being selfless.

Hello little fetus
There's a soundproof wall between us

But I wish I could tell you
What an insane world
You're part of

We're so obsessed with ideas
Like saying it's worth it
But I wish I could tell you
How truly crazy your birth is.

Just by natural forces--
And you'll learn where the source is--
They will tell you you've wronged them
No, you can't just enjoy this

Oh, there's no one to save you
But so many will blame you
While you understand all this
Is folded up there
In your little shape,
Waiting to be born.

Right, it gets pretty good
But it's still not what you wanted
And you're alone
Forced to compromise
Oh, you're always such a whiner.

It gets pretty good, trust me
You will learn to love your work
But I don't want this bittersweet
Reality you gave me

I am forced, by fear, to love you
And I'm the only one here dreaming.

And you got me so excited
As a kid, I felt invited

But you knew where it would get us
In this predetermined future
And you kept it from the child
Knowing he'd be disappointed

I trust that it gets better
But it's still not what I wanted
Wasted 20's
Broken dreams
And the forces stir up demons

Who will never understand
How they're just properties emergent
And life is bleak
And God is lame, capable of all things

Throw two stones into still water
And watch the ripples sing:
Where two waves meet
They grow higher

And the valleys deepening.

But when a valley finds a wave,
The surface stays the same
Just like we started
Stagnant water
That did not know how to sing