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Delusions of Futures untold Created for Us, you know: the un-bold Braying our compulsions To the big ear in the Sky As we seek: Glor if i ca tion Being meek likely won’t bring Gra tif i ca tion Dulling my senses points to Stu pif i ca tion But don’t I deserve it, ain’t i a Hall u cin a tion So why put in the work? Let’s wait <<<PAUSE>>> The avalanche will find us in perpetuity Coming in time cause we been shirking duty Oh, there it is - it’s time for us to be: Aggrieved Shoulda known better but we was: Deceived IlWanted to tell my truth, wanted to be: Believed Shoulda kept something up my: Sleeve So how do you rise above? Do you got what it takes? Could you climb your Kilamanjaro? With a little training maybe And a Gut check: to find your bravado Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own number, Just like Avogadro Let’s ask again, How do you rise above? Breathe it in Seethe it in Find a vessel to Conceive it in Now that it’s full And overflowing Now let it go Trying to find answers in a bottle Could point you toward A 12 step mis-step Getting back on the right track: Use a compass That’s internal Realign it, maybe Through a vernal Equinox, the universe speaks a language We are untaught It’s of the Earth and Sky and Can’t be bought Maybe it’s me and Maybe it’s not I want to commune with my god Through thought and Heartfelt overtures that aren’t constrained By limitations of my brain Or systems based on economics My value is not gleaned from Gross Domestic Products Answers are found as you expand past the vessel You may become part of the trestle Follow the false path long enough And you get trod under The false pathfinder becomes the path, Did you make a few to many navigational errors Cause you didn’t do the math And now, as a part of the foundation of which the unending wayfarers Can use to go a little further and a little longer in the wrong direction Your hard work has become a bridge to nowhere But let’s not dwell, cause Scrupulosity Will never guide you to the golden city Maybe its the meat suit that you’re wearing The overcomplexity of your eyes That won’t let you see The unending nerve endings that make you feel so much You can’t feel, you won’t feel You could pay heed to Seneca Consider giving the suit a slip Taking a trip Through the underworld With everybody’s favourite sidekick: Virgil Kickin’ it, workin’ it Trying not to let the lost souls hold you down Throw you down Now it’s time, let’s start coming around On my journey, seems I can’t shake em’ Me, myself, and my shadow-self Guess I’ll try and integrate em’ Time for a va ca tion From thoughts that won’t un- wind, in breezes Gonna get around to it, to Writing my treatise Maybe I can elucidate this false peace Via an army of one, en masse Slipping through the bars of false Beliefs As the trees Lose their leaves Maybe for the last time I'm working on the unwind From a labyrinth that is unkind So sorry: Guess I'm playing up the sublime Ah, never mind - it’s Navel gazing Self hazing I ain’t done razing Roofs and Telling truths Or drinking Vermouth Cause at my very root I am Uncouth Razing? Or raising! Roofs Finding proofs Telling truths Ever listen to Ruf- Us or Martha The Wainrights Canadian brain-trust Listen too hard make your brain bust Let’s get back to navels, or Oranges But nothing rhymes with oranges Maybe not Gotta flip it Tryna strip it This noose is so tight Can I slip it? It’s geometrical Said Euclides We got the Greeks Or do the Greeks got us Squeezing us into this euro-centric Box Can it be un-wrapped? Can you un-rap this poem? Busting brains And taking names No one to blame, I Don’t feel ashamed When I win Just means I can take it In my shin It’s got nothing to do with my D N A, eh Nor the choice piece of geography I made the conscious choice to arrive on, genetically But remembering brevity It’s time to cut the rambling for the sake of levity Speaking of sake, I wouldn’t mind some saké Oh, what’s that: ~~~ boom ~~~ Pulled another one out of my medicine bag Just sitting here Shifting gears Confronting fears Yesterday I was Bleak Er Meek Er Should have been a Streak Er Laying out the facts that are untold Thanks for listening to me Another one of the un-bold
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
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Grandeur
Delusions of Futures untold Created for Us, you know: the un-bold Braying our compulsions To the big ear in the Sky As we seek: Glor if i ca tion Being meek likely won’t bring Gra tif i ca tion Dulling my senses points to Stu pif i ca tion But don’t I deserve it, ain’t i a Hall u cin a tion So why put in the work? Let’s wait <<<PAUSE>>> The avalanche will find us in perpetuity Coming in time cause we been shirking duty Oh, there it is - it’s time for us to be: Aggrieved Shoulda known better but we was: Deceived IlWanted to tell my truth, wanted to be: Believed Shoulda kept something up my: Sleeve So how do you rise above? Do you got what it takes? Could you climb your Kilamanjaro? With a little training maybe And a Gut check: to find your bravado Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own number, Just like Avogadro Let’s ask again, How do you rise above? Breathe it in Seethe it in Find a vessel to Conceive it in Now that it’s full And overflowing Now let it go Trying to find answers in a bottle Could point you toward A 12 step mis-step Getting back on the right track: Use a compass That’s internal Realign it, maybe Through a vernal Equinox, the universe speaks a language We are untaught It’s of the Earth and Sky and Can’t be bought Maybe it’s me and Maybe it’s not I want to commune with my god Through thought and Heartfelt overtures that aren’t constrained By limitations of my brain Or systems based on economics My value is not gleaned from Gross Domestic Products Answers are found as you expand past the vessel You may become part of the trestle Follow the false path long enough And you get trod under The false pathfinder becomes the path, Did you make a few to many navigational errors Cause you didn’t do the math And now, as a part of the foundation of which the unending wayfarers Can use to go a little further and a little longer in the wrong direction Your hard work has become a bridge to nowhere But let’s not dwell, cause Scrupulosity Will never guide you to the golden city Maybe its the meat suit that you’re wearing The overcomplexity of your eyes That won’t let you see The unending nerve endings that make you feel so much You can’t feel, you won’t feel You could pay heed to Seneca Consider giving the suit a slip Taking a trip Through the underworld With everybody’s favourite sidekick: Virgil Kickin’ it, workin’ it Trying not to let the lost souls hold you down Throw you down Now it’s time, let’s start coming around On my journey, seems I can’t shake em’ Me, myself, and my shadow-self Guess I’ll try and integrate em’ Time for a va ca tion From thoughts that won’t un- wind, in breezes Gonna get around to it, to Writing my treatise Maybe I can elucidate this false peace Via an army of one, en masse Slipping through the bars of false Beliefs As the trees Lose their leaves Maybe for the last time I'm working on the unwind From a labyrinth that is unkind So sorry: Guess I'm playing up the sublime Ah, never mind - it’s Navel gazing Self hazing I ain’t done razing Roofs and Telling truths Or drinking Vermouth Cause at my very root I am Uncouth Razing? Or raising! Roofs Finding proofs Telling truths Ever listen to Ruf- Us or Martha The Wainrights Canadian brain-trust Listen too hard make your brain bust Let’s get back to navels, or Oranges But nothing rhymes with oranges Maybe not Gotta flip it Tryna strip it This noose is so tight Can I slip it? It’s geometrical Said Euclides We got the Greeks Or do the Greeks got us Squeezing us into this euro-centric Box Can it be un-wrapped? Can you un-rap this poem? Busting brains And taking names No one to blame, I Don’t feel ashamed When I win Just means I can take it In my shin It’s got nothing to do with my D N A, eh Nor the choice piece of geography I made the conscious choice to arrive on, genetically But remembering brevity It’s time to cut the rambling for the sake of levity Speaking of sake, I wouldn’t mind some saké Oh, what’s that: ~~~ boom ~~~ Pulled another one out of my medicine bag Just sitting here Shifting gears Confronting fears Yesterday I was Bleak Er Meek Er Should have been a Streak Er Laying out the facts that are untold Thanks for listening to me Another one of the un-bold
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