-
Any Body Care?
any body Daring Enough
to
Fake it?
any body Gracious enough
to
Hide their Insults?
any body Kind enough
to
**** their Laughter?
any body Mindful enough
to
Notice an Open mind?
any body Polite enough
to
Quietly Respect
the
Sentimental Truth behind
the
Universal Versatile
styles of Writing
of
Existential Youth?
"Zzzzzzzz"
Keep Sleeping, world.
Were the ones that burn your Book,
cook your Meals n wield your Word,
turn your Tables up side Down,
crown your Halos right side Up.
Were the ones that up your Way,
wake you Up n pull you Down,
down your Blood n **** you Dry,
dye your Hairs n ware you Thin.
Were the ones you think you Killed,
Still the ones with willful Thought:
All the ones that cross a Line,
Im the one that signs its Bill.
Were the ones that build you Up,
cut you Down n shout out Timber!
Were the ones that tip the Drill,
tilt the Ships n chip the Chucks,
hunt the Mills n spill the Guts,
cut the Hairs n bare the Gift.
Were the ones that give you Lift,
lift your Covers, tuck you In,
ink your Spines n sing your Ticket,
tick your Time n tie you Up:
Were the ones that punch your Clock,
block the Sun n run in Flocks,
lock your Wings n sling the Rocks,
Drop your wings n swing you High.
Were the ones that hide in Packs,
axing........Axing........stacking........Lumber.
the
"people you are After
are the
people you dePend on."
- Tyler Durden
.
© Copyright Jesse James Adams
.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
-
Any Body Care?
any body Daring Enough
to
Fake it?
any body Gracious enough
to
Hide their Insults?
any body Kind enough
to
**** their Laughter?
any body Mindful enough
to
Notice an Open mind?
any body Polite enough
to
Quietly Respect
the
Sentimental Truth behind
the
Universal Versatile
styles of Writing
of
Existential Youth?
"Zzzzzzzz"
Keep Sleeping, world.
Were the ones that burn your Book,
cook your Meals n wield your Word,
turn your Tables up side Down,
crown your Halos right side Up.
Were the ones that up your Way,
wake you Up n pull you Down,
down your Blood n **** you Dry,
dye your Hairs n ware you Thin.
Were the ones you think you Killed,
Still the ones with willful Thought:
All the ones that cross a Line,
Im the one that signs its Bill.
Were the ones that build you Up,
cut you Down n shout out Timber!
Were the ones that tip the Drill,
tilt the Ships n chip the Chucks,
hunt the Mills n spill the Guts,
cut the Hairs n bare the Gift.
Were the ones that give you Lift,
lift your Covers, tuck you In,
ink your Spines n sing your Ticket,
tick your Time n tie you Up:
Were the ones that punch your Clock,
block the Sun n run in Flocks,
lock your Wings n sling the Rocks,
Drop your wings n swing you High.
Were the ones that hide in Packs,
axing........Axing........stacking........Lumber.
the
"people you are After
are the
people you dePend on."
- Tyler Durden
.
© Copyright Jesse James Adams
.
After all your Burning Crusades
n Dated ideas of eQuality;
Following the Genocide of your
Heightening power that hides behind Idealogy;
Johhny-on-the-spotting all the
Kings upon your checkered board
n Lords upon your doorstep,,
setting all the Mortar,
immortalizing Naumachy,,,
...Ordering the Pawning of your Queen,,
dreaming of the Requiem,
beckoning for Stalinism,,
(Tolerance is just another
Utter of the Vatican):
(doesnt make a Sound),
now we have to Wonder:
what the **** is Exercising
rights of which we see in Text
if everything is Yours?
YOURE the one whose free.
"Zzzzzzzz"
Keep Sleeping, world.
after you are Gone,
gone with all the Leaves:
leaving just a Ghost,
poetry preVails.
