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Israel Baker Jul 2016
Your crucifix finger tips,
touch the hems of faith,
rub on hope and hopelessness.
Israel Baker Jul 2016
"Get your head into the clouds! It's the 25th century! We don't live in the stone age!" -The Dystopia Daily.

"The media turned me gay!" -The media.

"Let's away..." -Mr. ***** joke.

"My season in hell wasn't quite so festive." -Rheumatoid Arthritis Rimbaud.

"They've eradicated anticulture, tossed it away like a fistful of dead roses." -Guy Fawkes.

"The imperfectly perfect subgenres are becoming very popular..." -the sad informist.

"Well, it's just that when everyone is the same, that's my chance to be different. Scrooge was on to  something." -The Narcissist.

"Persistence can change failure into extraordinary achievement." -Matt Biondi
Israel Baker Jun 2016
I'm gonna run away from humanity.
Stop eating, defecating, urinating,
consuming, moving, dying, lying, loving,.........(the samsara subset; with a cardinality of the continuum)
I'll take a long good look at God and say,
"Thanks for the apple mate, but I've got bigger fish to fry:
Thanks for the life, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be."

There was a telephone booth
next to me which I promptly
occupied. I stood there waiting,
wading in my brain seizures.
Someone came an knocked on
the glass saying, "Hey man,
I need to use that thing!"
"I'm waiting!" I say.
"Waiting for what?"
"A phone call from God."
The reply sent shivers down
the spine of the receiver,
sending some kind of
illegible morse code.
The telephone line spoke in tongues.

If you couldn't tell, I'm a pretty jolly fellow.
Fun to have at parties, where I practically **** at all the mirth.
Not because I'm some kind of offset of Richard III, where it's some kind of "winter of discontent," I'm not some kind of scrooge ******* myself out of happiness! it's a much deeper objection.

If you must know, it's because of the trees.
It's life that makes me love death.
It's the beautiful that makes me ugly.
Israel Baker Jun 2016
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simply me,
simply you,
simply staring at the blue.

serenade,
singing songs,
singing to the calming dawns.

seven years,
sixty six,
seventh eon, burning wick.

start again,
start anew,
simply staring at the blue.
Israel Baker Jun 2016
Isn't it fun when we talk about love in such hollow ways?
The verbal fax: vishnu and gone.
My mountains move and the weak boggles himself with the strong.
"I am better."
"No you're not."
"You're taking your opinions as facts."
I said it.
GOD I WISH I WOULD HAVE JUST SAID IT!!!
It wasn't him, it was you, all I understand is all I understand!
Don't you get it? Are you even listening?
If you can't see me, I can't see you!

The ALS kid is carted off to his symphony in the sky:
The death of the nimbus is shown to the moving mountains of our hearts.

Yet I continue lying.

Did you even know I was?
I'm good at that, I'm good at that.
I don't tell people, because I didn't know. I don't know, because I don't know, ya know, and 0-3-0- and furthermore, 5-8-5-3-1-0! I said, 5-8-5-3-1-0! 585310!! R U that dumb?

"Oh..., ohhh, don't say it. Please don't, oh god I don't like it!
Oh we are so equal, do not feel so gone! Like esperity, gone!!"
"Prosperity is my esperity, don't you know? You are more icy than I! You are so ivory, and cold like dead dry ice.




                                                        ­                    I let it go----
I let it fall between here and Hades, I let it go.
How could I, man?
Jeez, I can't get any sleep around here for the cold anti-antiannihilators and the bomb suckers. I like ropes, ya know? They smooth me!
f(x)=sin(x), f'(x)=cos(x), f''(x)= -sin(x), f'''(x)= -cos(x), f4(x)=sin(x),............f4n(x)=sin(x)........................ for eternity mate.
Even a set can contain itself! I'm totally insane! I mean, JEEZ! I try hard to keep my sanity, I surprise myself and tell myself things you don't like.

We are all barnyard animals.

Here's a serious poem, about serious issues and serious people.
I feel wrong. I have amnesia and short term memory loss. Everything that creepeth, creepeth forward. I come to myself in time of need. Alas, he knows my name! I laugh at/ oh muse sing through me:

y =  x3+x2+x+1
y' = 3x2+2x+1
y'' = 6x+2
y''' = 6
y4 = 0
y5=0
y6=00
y7=000
y8=00000
y9=00000000000000000000000000000!!!!­!!!!
it's just ZERO, forever...forever, it's just zero.
WHAT DO WE WANT?
SUBSCRIPTS, POSTSCRIPTS, AND CUSTOMIZABLE FONT SIZE!
When do we want it?
As soon as freaking possible because it was cringe worthy to write this poem without them.
Israel Baker Jun 2016
"Darkness?"
"Yes, darkness."
"I miss you."
"I miss you like I miss the summer in the winter;
like I miss winter in the spring; fall when I'm empty;
like the moon: The cold florida moon.
I miss you like I miss my childhood.
I miss you like I miss time."

"It's just a collection of dots; time."

"I know. Everything is time; we are all a collection
of dots."
"We are empty."
"We are time"
"and time is empty"

"But what's to say we're not time?"

"A simple fact: motion is always measured over time.
Physically speaking, nothing 'is' without time."

"But aren't we more than physical?"

"Maybe...Just maybe..."
"It's better than being nothing."
"Yeah, but it's too easy, I don't buy it."
"You don't have to..."
Israel Baker Jun 2016
"Oh Monsieur!
OH MONSTER!!"
Cindy:
Her veins and arms bulged
with irreversible damage.
One day she caught fire;
She is still burning,
In heaven she is burning.

Names meant nothing during ****
"What is in a name?"
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