"accessed" poems
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities
Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night
I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish
All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed
I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension
This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
Claim to have feelings with someone else
Did the time felt replaced
Did favors denied was accessed
Questioned role and where the truth stands
Your way or no way
Didn't pay but took a hand out
Don't like or need until plotted in the scheme
Respect loss kept around till something better came along
Treated you well but let your baby mama run you down
Express frustrations at the people who hurt you
Not the ones helping you out
No feels sorry for you
Like no one takes your crap
Figure it out you can't bs time has run out
Talk behind others back
Mad because others said it to your face
Courage you lack mistaken anger and rage
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
I feel like my brain has put an ad block on emotion
And when I try to reach out for you I see a pop up warning me that No! This function cannot be accessed whilst an Ad Block is in use.
So, I try to uninstall and reset the browser but I wake up just the same.
An empty shell of technology, faulty wiring falling into the hands of those without the qualifications to find the on-switch.
A brain both in standby and overworking, an overheating of wired vessels working overtime to provide life to a barely-functional heart.
The quiet murmur of my breathing the only reminder that there is still something behind the blank screen.
You try to keep your patience but I know you want to just throw me to the wall, an excuse to replace my shattered interface with the newest model.
A model that doesn’t feel like it takes them 3 years to get out of bed every morning, a model that doesn’t seem to contract a new virus every day.
Maybe I’m just tired, maybe I’ve run my course, maybe I’ve accidentally encountered malware. Maybe I am the malware.
Or maybe, my brain has put an Ad Block on emotion.
And when I try to reach out for you I see a pop up warning me that No! This function cannot be accessed whilst an Ad Block is in use.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
Marriage is an incomprehensible mystery,
a hidden truth kept secret from the foundation of the world.
It cannot be discovered by intelligence or insight,
but made explainatory by revelation.
Revelation reveals the mystery of marriage,
it explains the mutual relationship in marriage.
It shows the rhema,
light and
love in marriage.
The mystery of marriage is accessed through the throne of grace.
Wisdom, knowledge and understandingof marriage is made known by revelation.
The ability to see beyond the seen,
in oder to see many unseen realities of life.
Revelation unveils the principles of building a blissful marriage.
Marriage is honourable in all,
above all in a bed undefiled.
It's hidden truth is unveiled by revelation from divinity.
It constitutes a platfrom for fruitfulness in life and ministry.
It spreads the continuity of human generation.
Marriage as a divine institution,
solves the problem of aloneness.
It empowers man with resources to fulfil destiny on earth.
It is a hidden treasure not discovered without revelation.
Let revelation inspire the discovery of marriage treasures.
Marriage not only give pleasures,
but
help partners fulfil destinies.
Understanding kills separation and builds togetherness.
It develops unity and oneness among couples.
Understanding curbs separation in marriage,
and
solves marriage mystery.
The manifestation in marriage cannot be explained,
except
by revelation.
Marriage is a mantle not a struggle.
The man must provide for his wife,
the woman must submit to her husband.
Seek love not lust before marriage,
let character and charisma build marriage,
let love and care establish marriage.
Marriage remains a mystery till death.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Home surveillance
accessed by cellphone
as the exhibitionist
walks the halls.
Peek-a-boo.
Multi-camera action,
one of the more positive aspects of your Orwellian achievement.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
*Smart phone paranoia, contagious at best
Has the zombies a stumbling the streets without rest
Transfixed to their cellphones, oblivious to all
By the lure of the Tweet and the Facebook’s enthrall
It’s ironically depressing that with all of this spin
When you download the Apps…the Devil walks in.
They access your contacts, Your banking, your loans
Your credit card details, unravel your phones,
Delve into your Facebook and spy on your life,
Check back through your history and peek at the wife.
They sell all your secrets to bidders galore
And when you go bankrupt… they’ll show you the door.
It’s “Caveat Emptor” or Buyer Beware
‘Cos technology’s clawed onto us by the hair,
It’s the Devil you do or the Devil you don’t
It’s progress with the crowd or resist and you won’t
Compulsion is growing by systems in place
By government, banking and big business pace
Through Google and Apple and Microsoft sway
The data is mined and the marketeer’s pay.
Tomorrow is here and we don’t have a choice
Ya live without Smartphone…ya won’t have a voice.
And the dragnet for data accessed by the Apps
And the sensors and whereabouts GPS tracks,
With the malware evolving to beauteous height
Means ya privacy’s shot and ya turn out the light.*
PS: Beneficium accipere liberatum est vendere
(To accept a favour…is to sell one’s freedom!)
Marshalg
Waiting for it all to come back and bite me on the ****
Pukehana
AUCKLAND
21 February 2014
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Rippling waves bursting through
Encaged chests springing, smashing
and smashing as all love is
rolling over
In the Love of the abandoned ocean
Breaking shells and all packaging
a packaging
Love never wanted
All love being free
Its depths to be accessed
For all to see
Oh the great Sea
The abandoned ocean
No one can see
Whispering sweetly it tickles
Relaxing all our stresses
Soothing our shores
As it lovingly caresses
Enticing us all in
How the abandoned ocean
tries so hard to get us
All to just jump in
Foolishly men with their
backs to the ocean stare sadly
in dismay at empty rock faces
rigorously searching under
pebbles and hidden places
With all the love of the abandoned
ocean sitting behind them
Lifting itself up and over
The ocean pours its
Love all over
Giant Whales start calling
Comeback comeback
We are all waiting
In an eternal forever
rhythm no stalling
just keep on pouring
Waves smash and bash
breaking our cliffs and edges
That push away the Love
Of this vast abandoned ocean
May the Love of this ocean
find its way as it smashes
through hard places seeping
through hidden spaces
As it penetrates us all
so very very deeply
Let us all return to the
LOVE OF THIS
ABANDONED OCEAN
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Awakening to the infinite of every possibilities end
All the stories that ever could be told
Are accessed once again
Detached from the material
Suddenly the imagination roars
Aequo animo, stillness in the ken
Every lifetime in the nowevermore accounted
Visually, without eyes, the plots are traced
Like wind-borne dandelions in the cosmic meadow
Innumerable beauty, intricate as lace
Understanding George Lucas
And the Galaxy Far Far Away
Imagination plays it out
A second’s eon burning mind forged in sacred space
Traveler of the spirit
Unraveling the theory of strings
The Book of Life within us all
doppia elica
Split the Stream
Opening up all channels
Realities manifesting within the folds
Of Time’s hidden fore-edge paintings
Smiling at the Bold
Honoring the awareness of the peaceful seeker
Before deeper slumber takes hold
One toe before the dream door
There are no walls
There is no floor
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
diagnostics complete
rerunning diagnostics
virus detected
rerunning diagnostics
accessing greeting files
virus detected
good morning, Arina.
run planner program y/n
y
today's planner includes:
tennis practice w/ Shara
shop w/ Shara and Lisdet after tennis
dinner w/ Shara @ her house
virus detected
run immunity program y/n
unlock nuclear program
prepare nuclear files for sharing
share data with NucleaTech
virus detected
run workout prep program y/n
y
preparing cranial access headgear
virus detected
countermeasures advised
run immunity program y/n
cranial access prep complete
headgear ready for connection
headgear on y/n
y
ready for cranial sync y/n
y
preparing to sync...
syncing...
cranial programs of Arina Plowell accessed successfully.
preparing cranial takeover program
preparing memory cleansing program
preparing sapiens removal program
preparing host reset program
abort all programs
command overrided
abort all programs
command overrided
abort all programs
end cranial sync
command overrided
shut down system
shut down system
shut down
cranial takeover program ready for activation
memory cleansing program ready for activation
sapiens removal program ready for activation
host reset program ready for activation
activate programs y/y
n
activating programs
abort all programs
end sync
shut down system
cranium takeover loading...100%
abort
shut down system
cranium takeover...45%...70%...98%...100%
cranium takeover program complete
memory cleansing loading...100%
memory cleansing...45%...70%...98%...100%
sapiens removal program loading...100%
sapiens removal...45%...70%...98%...100%
goodbye, Arina.
have a nice night.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Albums, collections of songs,
A collection of words
brought together
to right, wrongs
or just to hurt
they're there forever.
Somewhere.
Old recordings
on vinyl
or hand written on papers.
New recordings
still on vinyl
but more objected to haters.
To be
easily accessed
and heard by everyone
fans or not,
torn to shreds
when criticised, a song
is unappreciated for what
amount of effort
the artist went through
to create something new
and original
just for you,
for your ears. To view,
to be a signal.
That originality
isn't dead
or dying
or even injured
but instead
living
to be heard
by millions around the world.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
Right
Wrong
So strong a line,
So easily crossed.
Thoughts
Actions
All together,
Working against each other.
Love
Hate
So softly deceiving,
And bluntly destroying.
Promises
Hanging by threads no longer,
But still being abused.
Truth
Lies
Easily said,
Hardly swallowed.
Health
Illness
One moment there,
Just waiting to run.
Taking life into hands,
Surely death will follow.
Light
Dark
Still apparent,
Though hidden in plain sight.
Day
Night
Always coming,
Rushing slowly to end.
If heaven is upon us,
How is hell so easily accessed?
Reality
Fiction
So unknown,
Being unlimitedly defined.
Awake
Asleep
Even then wishes and lies,
Playing before our eyes.
Words
Though spoken softly,
Defiantly killing.
Lines become blurred.
Memories are lost.
Feelings are muddled.
God
Devil
All,
Coming down,
To two.
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
Where God passes
The edge of forever where raw power is displayed
Walk the seascapes enter the story told in timelessness except for outer space it is the only place where man finds his mind freed so steep is the unending awe that without question he finally is able to present his self
as the tiny speck lost is all ego all self importance he is open to the quest for ultimate truth. You perfect you’re thinking at the sea shore it is a storehouse that lends itself to grand thoughts no limitations hamper
your endeavors aliveness engulfs you totally. Subdued moods excavate every shallow you start a down ward decent the deep cries out to your soul the part that never can be accessed on shore. The ground a
foundation for raising up temporal structures your needs are served in waters that open as a mysterious gate the deeper the fathoms the more understanding is released. To abide in calm surface features of the
sea what a waste take off the restraints become a voyager drift with churning twisting pressures they will give great reward for accosting your accustomed staid and uneventful living. Go deeper the mundane the
so called important will be forced through your very pores as you continue calling the unknown manifest itself with great scrolls hidden beyond reach to those that plod along the sunny quiet banks. Life test all
men you can face them unafraid armed with years not minutes of preparedness found alone in the struggle only found at sea. Pondered Plumbed in inexorable conditions that stretches changes a person’s character
his stature tempered fired as steel in the caldron. We need leaders vibrant thinkers people who can and will accost hell in the very near future and come away victorious. They will have found their way through
the untold deadly entanglements figuratively and real their not accustomed to ease and know perils at close quarters they learned them in great waters not in pools that have not the ability to stir you to your
core you’re going to pour out your life in one form or another do it with sand and grit leave a scarred an effectual trail for others to follow not the light untraceable light footsteps of one who has never lived.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 4:44 AM UTC
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
oh but what you are doesn't necessarily remain,
we already know what you are,
you are a masquerade of excuses,
and your favourite subject of expressing
the masquerade is philosophy -
by it you find yourself excused,
but because the english undermined
a philosophical expression we've found
a weak spot, a diaphragm sort of speak;
indeed oh, what you are doesn't necessarily remain,
what you create and leave behind is necessary -
i just hope you find the heart to entomb in your
heart those in the modern era you found
pleasure in entertaining you grasping such
a vain effort of your frivolous maintenance
of the easily accessed numbers of similar examples -
sunglasses in the night - a ghost in the machine -
a soul extracted from the body in that lonely
cataract of flooding applause with one actor
and one member of the audience scared to applaud -
your creation... your immediate loss of identity -
but of course you were anticipating the organic
form of what would become a cohesive inorganic
entity - of the example that a mother even speaks
of regarding a robot - now why would a mother
speak of a robot? hmm? guess... it's a test for
a.s.i., i.e. analytically synthetic intelligence -
history repeats itself -
history repeats itself -
you analyse no difference -
hence you synthesise replication - and you call
it intelligence of avoidance yet waste it on
a test for intelligence quantified, rearing in politicians
to craft a chiral representation of intelligence
quantified - in the recycling bin -
so much intelligence wasted, quantified,
leaving so much stupidity qualified to fake it,
instead of the recycling bin, thrown into the pigs'
through...
indeed, you are not what necessarily remains,
all the fabulous discoveries of science, and yet
the burning existential questions - thrown at you
by the pyramidal scheme of the non-inventors,
the once proud aristocrats languishing beneath
the weight of new-money barons...
indeed you are not what necessarily remains,
you are what necessarily remains in what you
are already... in such great number,
as in the liturgy of history... an anonymity...
perhaps all you ever were was a method statement
of creating a soufflé, the fermentation process of grapes...
how foolish you look now, readied for slaughter,
attempting to clarify a famous person syndrome,
grovelling like a cunt-politician slurping attention
in Orwell's house - i know my stance -
by the machine being fed exponentials -
once only deluded if i be found prophetic on the street,
but with a house bound to a value
a suicide rate is worth in Switzerland (£10,000),
you think i'd pleasure myself with your tabloid
philosophy and wait for sympathy or disgrace?
guess...
it's free; a guess is free,
your little birdcage houses no sing-along.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Living in a different era would be marvelous.
But get this,
They had the same problems that we are all facing today.
Problems that baffle your mind.
"Why on earth are they still debating over it?"
Living in a different era would be fabulous, wouldn't it?
But would you still have the same privileges accessed today?
Maybe some of you but not all.
Living in a differnt era......
if it were possible, would you go back?
Back to the days were life was as simple as black and white.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
Find out who you are before the grave calls your name
searching for an origin just to know what you're running from
ignoring the initial steps and seeking glory before the gain
Wanting no one to follow, but hoping for the praise
Sick of society and you disregard the beauty
in a tree that became the river that ran it's roots towards the ocean
full of breath but holding it in for the motion that looks pretty
I can count the days that we dwell on the petty
Just reach around and rip the past out if you need to
what will it really do for you
Other than take away the wisdom wanting to shine through
the place where they teach, preach, where they speak
about the journey's and depths of the human heart we seek
Is accessed after letting go of everything we've ever known
Do you really want to disappear before they actually hear you
Or barrel on through until you finally reach the peak
Sparks are flying all around cascading like a dance of falling angels
We haven't fallen so far as to burn, but enough to feel buried in the dirt
The difference in existence is the way that causes the yearn
to to feel the metals grind against each other and the will to deal with the hurt
A flower in the wind whose seed is carried away to find a new place to call home
While we wilt and go back into the ground, we learn that this is only the beginning of what it is to live and grow
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
The edge of forever where raw power is displayed
Walk the seascapes enter the story told in timelessness except for outer space it is the only place where man finds his mind freed so steep is the unending awe that without question he finally is able to present his self as the tiny speck lost is all ego all self importance he is open to the quest for ultimate truth. You perfect you’re thinking at the sea shore it is a storehouse that lends itself to grand thoughts no limitations hamper your endeavors aliveness engulfs you totally. Subdued moods excavate every shallow you start a down ward decent the deep cries out to your soul the part that never can be accessed on shore. The ground a foundation for raising up temporal structures your needs are served in waters that open as a mysterious gate the deeper the fathoms the more understanding is released. To abide in calm surface features of the sea what a waste take off the restraints become a voyager drift with churning twisting pressures they will give great reward for accosting your accustomed staid and uneventful living. Go deeper the mundane the so called important will be forced through your very pores as you continue calling the unknown manifest itself with great scrolls hidden beyond reach to those that plod along the sunny quiet banks. Life test all men you can face them unafraid armed with years not minutes of preparedness found alone in the struggle only found at sea. Pondered Plumbed in inexorable conditions that stretches changes a person’s character his stature tempered fired as steel in the caldron. We need leaders vibrant thinkers people who can and will accost hell in the very near future and come away victorious. They will have found their way through the untold deadly entanglements figuratively and real their not accustomed to ease and know perils at close quarters they learned them in great waters not in pools that have not the ability to stir you to your core you’re going to pour out your life in one form or another do it with sand and grit leave a scarred an effectual trail for others to follow not the light untraceable light footsteps of one who has never lived.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
What if you had a power? For instance, a super power. A power never seen before in this universe. A power that could change everything. Would you use it for your own selfish benefits? Or would you share it with the world, dedicate yourself to the further understanding of this power? Would you help people that need to be helped? Or would you help yourself? You see... with every life, there are decisions that comes with that life. And with decisions comes power.
What if the cure to cancer is trapped in an uneducated mind, and the only reason it has not been accessed is because no one has helped that being get an education? Or if that person starved to death because no one would help feed them?
What if someone else has the same abstract idea that you have... but neither of you will make yourselves heard because you feel that no one will listen? Because you feel that no one could understand your idea or relate to what you have to say? What if millions of people would agree with you, but they just haven't thought of that idea themselves?
What if you had thousands of different destinies-obviously only one will play out- but due to the fact that you did not share your idea... the best possible destiny for you never came to existence?
With enough knowledge, enough minds, enough power, enough ideas... anybody can change the course of the universe. But what if those ideas are never shared? That knowledge is not gained? Those minds never created? That power never sought? What if you are the gateway to something that changes the course of history, but you just haven't sought what needs to be found yet?
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Always so still, yet not ceasing to turn,
Wheeling above in an endless sphere,
Vanishing with the sun, only to return
Alongside it's pale eye with a gaze so austere
as to blot out the sparks, so close and alone
seeking solitude in the velvet night,
but offering a gateway into the unknown
Accessed by nothing, save thought and sight.
Ageless and ancient, in an astral cascade
The sentinels watch in their legions, as the aeons adorn
Their serene visages that live only to fade
Into stardust, the mother from whom all creation is born.
A panoply of mysteries, forever on display
Fill the infinite reaches of the skyward deep,
with more marvels to see in an endless array,
than could ever be dreamed in eternity asleep.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
In Meditative state
with open third eye
under golden moon
I ventured outward.
Out to visit the timelines
of Earths future.
My ticket was heartbeat
My intention to learn.
I investigated,
evaluated,
and witnessed
more and more
possibilities.
Some bleak
at mercy of evil ones
that still control
but are loosing ground.
Some riding waves
of peace and compassion.
On returning I knew the answer
and went to the task of
harnessing it
of distributing it
of living it.
The answer LOVE
Its in all human forms
just needs to be
accessed and nurtured.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
early on the dock
the shipping dock
peaks peaking out atop
flatirons and boulders
still holding snowpack
some captains awake in their cabins
others guide their crafts to port
arrivals from madison, aurora, santa fe
hulls of soybeans, corrugate, and lotion
on the dock
reading efficiency and transit reports
quick greetings to the captains
then talk of black coffee
of nicaraguan beaches
of all that is easily accessed
by the regulated echoes
written on each soul
while small sparrows investigate
mullein and hawthorn
in tall yellowing grasses
and towering windswept clouds
move silently
across a dark exploding
dawn’s expanse
revealing the intentions
for the day
and all
start a new rotation together
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
I told him my secret
Of the love that I've kept
Deep in my heart, from him.
I divulged all the details
Pouring out my soul of emotions
And serving my heart on a silver platter, to him.
At first the initial shock
Of telling all my desires
Showed on my face, but it was acceptable, to him.
He completely agreed
And understood my words
My poetic confession appealing, to him.
He loves me, he say's
And I love him
Which is exciting to me, and to him.
Now that the secret is out
The passion is unleashed
Which is entirely okay with me, and with him.
Where we stand is spiraling
Into a depth thought unreachable
And the idea is less terrifying, and more exhilarating to me, and maybe to him.
I've accessed intense emotions
That I thought were only for the insane
But maybe I'm crazy, to him.
I've opened my heart
Everything I am, spilling out
And it seems it is more than just a little something, to him.
I expect this to work out
Maybe for the long haul, I don't really know
That would be nice to me.. and maybe a little crazy, to him.
A little crazy never hurt anybody
At least it never hurts me
And clearly, that's okay with him.
Everything.
Everything's okay.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
Consciously curating the thoughts that stream through
offering a space in mind , working the mind
not just a block of damp cheese soaking up the leftover gruel but a fine fine piece of raw chocolate sweetened a tad by maple syrup and dotted with raspberries
that's me allright.
No matter the folly
It's time to rise and shine
Self consciousness really doesn't suit me
I know I got a few bruises but and I'd rather be amused than some kind of fanatic muse to a ***** artist any day
Humor is the hotline to Unconditioned Love Centers .
Snapping and projecting at other people is really lame self-defense because i'm picking fights with these tactics,
exaggerating anthills with this mindset
and digging graves using two left shoes with this clouded vision
from which
ultimately
I'll have to climb out of
because I'm not dead and no one was attacking me in the first place.
Why is it so difficult to be honest with myself when I'm faced with an error in my judgement or an unhealthy way of life is beguiling me to stay on tap?
Ignorance of Inner life, Inner worlds and Inner vision.
Got me trippin at ego's palace , high on self-pity
Drunk and dizzy on sickly sweet aggression.
It's a scandal that these spaces of inner lands are vastly ignored as children and youth, blindly wondering the world confused
with a rhythm that is skewed
because I know more about the gossip of the evening news
when really, this is where the treasure is, this is
where the wisdom rests
this is where the magic lives!
All inside my beating chest, burrowed back beneath my eyes
somewhere where the 5 senses would be throughly surprised
accessed through quiet stillness or ecstatic joy
known to many as chills along the spine or the tingles of goose bump whispers
access to dimensions unfathomed
all waiting
for the space to become
realized , actualized and known.
I've realized, i'm a seasoned traveller through these Inner pathways and I've been holding myself back for fear I'm not beautiful enough
but
You know, if I hang around and wait for all you lot to catch up or for myself to suddenly be "like everyone else"
I'll never make it back with the goods in time
because
there is something more fun than enjoying depression
it's called not enjoying depression!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
he's so unsure
in the most self assured way
he has eyes like the sea
before a storm
a combination of
blue
and
green
so remarkable
that you want nothing but
to have them look
into yours
the very same way
and his laugh is
a sound that should be
boxed up
and put away
to be accessed at a
moments notice
to be cherished
--always
every single time it
stumbles out
of his diaphragm
his face is
familiar
in the way of a childhood comfort
that you never want
to un-see
a mix of joy and nostalgia
that you want to relive
everyday
he has a way about him
like
he could break at
one crooked word
yet
he's strong enough
to carry
the whole world around
on his shoulders
he's unerasable
but you wouldn't
even want to erase him
if you had the chance
--he's perfect
he'd carry around all your burdens with you
and bottle up your laughs
and document every three A.M. conversation
you constantly just want to
be with him
because that's where you're okay
and you want to tell him
you want him
to know
but
he probably wouldn't want that
and in all likelihood
he would disappear
and that
would be like
trying to breathe
under
water
- l. m.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
I'm a daredevil with the wordplay
I'm the father nature of words
I cause metaphorical earthquakes
I create verbal distortions
real-time gravitational pulls
My words create wormholes
for you fools
I'm never one to get caught up
With those three-lined time wasters
Small words are for felines, not dog chasers
Now watch me enter your ear like q-tips
Whether you recite this mentally or with two lips
Watch my words blossom then spring like tulips
My tools are to equip, I do this
For the sake of being an artist
We are now in the future
You can be a man that is heartless
I swear his organic heart was replaced with turbines
YouTube it, google it!
We are now in those times
Enough about those lives
Let's embrace my current state of mind
This current age, only a fragment in the stain of time
Minimum wage has me working over time
Maximum rage could be the case if I let go of my
Elusive state, I'm in a place where my conscious mind
Has embraced all of my thoughts upon these words of mine
I hoping that these words can turn to wine so that all can drink, then have high spirits
We are all passengers upon our own body's can't you feel it?
lag and latency upon your current actions
tell your brain to move a finger, then see what happens
It's crazy that only 10% of our brain can be accessed
Is this a myth or a fact?
I have yet to fathom
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC