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I push the revolving glass door Shuffling almost reverently with it's turn A pilgrim to the written word, I am entering The church of human consciousness. The greatest minds sit here with some That came in through the back door of Specialist interest or just plain bizarre. Alphabetical order belies the years that separate These authors, some rubbing shoulders with giants Who have barely been alive long enough to tell Of real experience, then there are those who have Stood the test of time, decorating bookshelves In homes that have never read them, they just Fulfil their reputation as if by osmosis bringing An intellectual vibe to the coffee table and Into the very fabric of the space occupied. They are all here hiding behind their spines Luring you with interesting fonts, bright colours Like jpegs on a contact sheet waiting judgement, Wanting be taken down and become your big picture "We have made it, our voices have been heard, All it takes is imagination to release us within the mind Your images our words, we can make a movie together." But I have been spotted, "Whatcha looking at punk Think you've got what it takes to sit with the likes of us, Don't go reading me and plagiarizing my well worn Extensively researched mumbo jumbo clap trap, So you can call me one of your influences on your CV, Using my name to make you seem intellectual Look around, how many do you think didn't make it." I have gazed too long into the abyss and the abyss Has gazed back into me, how can I claim to have Any more to say than the greatest minds on earth And yet, with pure heart my trembling hand hovers Over the letters of my qwerty keyboard, pressing The shift key as if in defiance, identical words, Just not necessarily with the same meaning.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
nigdaw
Ubermensch
I push the revolving glass door Shuffling almost reverently with it's turn A pilgrim to the written word, I am entering The church of human consciousness. The greatest minds sit here with some That came in through the back door of Specialist interest or just plain bizarre. Alphabetical order belies the years that separate These authors, some rubbing shoulders with giants Who have barely been alive long enough to tell Of real experience, then there are those who have Stood the test of time, decorating bookshelves In homes that have never read them, they just Fulfil their reputation as if by osmosis bringing An intellectual vibe to the coffee table and Into the very fabric of the space occupied. They are all here hiding behind their spines Luring you with interesting fonts, bright colours Like jpegs on a contact sheet waiting judgement, Wanting be taken down and become your big picture "We have made it, our voices have been heard, All it takes is imagination to release us within the mind Your images our words, we can make a movie together." But I have been spotted, "Whatcha looking at punk Think you've got what it takes to sit with the likes of us, Don't go reading me and plagiarizing my well worn Extensively researched mumbo jumbo clap trap, So you can call me one of your influences on your CV, Using my name to make you seem intellectual Look around, how many do you think didn't make it." I have gazed too long into the abyss and the abyss Has gazed back into me, how can I claim to have Any more to say than the greatest minds on earth And yet, with pure heart my trembling hand hovers Over the letters of my qwerty keyboard, pressing The shift key as if in defiance, identical words, Just not necessarily with the same meaning.
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entirely at fault the Ubermensch within will still find a means of spreading the blame beyond the limits of responsibility even these words pass the blame onto something that can be claimed as being beyond my control so is it even really my fault at all?
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
MeanderingWords
my apologies
entirely at fault the Ubermensch within will still find a means of spreading the blame beyond the limits of responsibility even these words pass the blame onto something that can be claimed as being beyond my control so is it even really my fault at all?
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