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Bryce Jun 2018
Gliding deftly along the city street
rolling quick and constantly
onward to some unknown scene,
some backward park in the nighttime
smoke curling from these
parted lips, moist and inviting
calling me somewhere I've never seen.

New day, new night
new feelings, rage in delight
fill me with your hilarious entropy,
knock my quarks into the next century,
will you please?

Now you're smoking the pipe and all at once you are free
between you and me, this smoke is thicker and sticks
like glue,
wispy and dreamy and the world spins and calls Toltec
telephone company can't pay me for all those calls collected
and rendered obsolete
Sun god dead as that silly calendar meme

Amaterasu,
and Imma tell you
these ladies in the picnic table
buried alive for boxed lunch and god's brunch
Jesus ******* Christ
and a indelible roster of good guys,
to which we all must strive to live and die
behind,
never moving forward
chasing our tails like a sick dog
under the jasmine runner between the decades-old tanbark
imported from overseas
dead trees
dead canine
and oh isn't it just divine?

You see it, pretty lady.
I can see it hiding behind your eyes
the things you don't tell the others because you're afraid
if they found out,
you'd be crucified.

Well honey I hate to inform,
With KGB efficiency that these love-a-dumbs
aint Methuselah,
they'll be dead!
long before your flood of tears tears me from the land
ballistas me across the great expanse to some strange Ararat
of the eastern seaboard,
or maybe wash me deep along the 80
into the desert sands and tiles
on a leaky cell phone screen
desperately trying to dial home on low battery,
realizing all this was one big deferred dream,
baking in the sun and shriveling
oh well, back to the grindstone-- all those lies plucked your nose,
gotta cut it back to size,
'else your soul it'll outgrow

Don't worry honey bee
It hasn't happened to me,
and We know with calcuable mathematical truth
that it'll never happen to you.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2015
I have everything I need, or so I'm told,
We get by being just another girl or guy,
Make the most of this without eccentric goals,
Give me a break, this is what I "need" in life.
The truth is we're all about making a scene
When I finally get to live my "dangerous" dream,
This place has food and shelter and "life,"
Sure we've got it made, this way of life is obscene,
One way or another while I wonder about "it,"
These "insane" feelings of nature just never quit,
When the time comes I'll magically find the "right place,"
But until then who knows if my dream is a streaking bet,
Don't even bother going naked, I'm already just a "disgrace,"
You "Go Army" and die, my basic needs are all too well met,
But along with these words are the reasons I wont move just yet.
Being filled with scientific knowledge is nothing without creativity, for you have nothing to apply your knowledge to or do with it. Einstein himself said something like that I think...maybe.
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.

His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
He used to be one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.

He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, laymen and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.

When he walks in waterproof white,
The children run after him so!
Calling out, "He's gone out in his night-
Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer;
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
Yenson Dec 2020
Not a decent many
will accept they know where Dumb lives
or even conceive the idea they know poor Dumb
or any of his trillion families
No never a hefty many even know any of the Dumbs
they are shy too clever you see
they know none of the Dumbs
But I know the Dumbs
I know them even their parents and grandparents
I know their addresses
I see them nearly every day
For how will I accept I am intelligent
if I do not know the Dumbs
I know them well and even live amongst them
that's how much I know the Dumbs
I even know they think they are clever too
because they too say they do not know they're Dumb
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
If all it takes
just a kiss of death
to be gone
for good forever.
I wonder how
a life becomes
'so worthy'
to live it
in the first place?

The truth is
all present times
span out to the future
to realise the potential
of a newly born one!

How could dead death
can take it all in one ******?
Or it just dumbs down
on the surface digging
deep into the diverse layers
of the grand design of a life?
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
sam common Feb 2010
dead babies.
college.
music.
clean.
***** house.
*****.


linda.
gabe.
gabe's teeth.
gabe's ***** teeth.
school.
friends.
leaving.
new orleans.
new orleans.
change.
change.
very worried.
adderall.
drugs.
more adderall?
shower.
clean.
clean.
emoticons are kinda lame.
sleep.
sleep.
want more smarts.
want more dumbs.
dumb dun dun.
tittle tattle rattle pattle goo.
*******.
attention.
attention.
more please!.
your dumb.
that's a defense mechanism.
air:
more of.
less again.
stop that.
stop stopping that. stop stopping stopping that. think about clouds. what will it be like in a year?
maybe people think I have weird hand gestures. maybe I'm thinking about them so much that they look weird. maybe I'm thinking about thinking about them too much too much.


oh god, hum. sing. play around the room. something already.


Don't look at me you *******.
go. back. ***.
I'm sorry. stay. look around.
I love it when your around. Your really amazing.
Do you like me?
Stop calling me so much.
Hey call me. Can I call you?
What are you thinking about?
I'm tired. I can't sleep. will you talk to me about my problems. problems are dumb. I have too many problems in my little head! I can achieve EVERYTHING
Hold me! Stop asking me to hold you. hold me? hold you? hold hands? Don't touch my hands. stop looking at them.
no, just no. sleep. shower.

clean breaks. will make me brake.
JR Potts Oct 2016
One year I had a really bad toothache
it felt like all the wrong words
kept coming out my mouth
and I couldn't help but bite my tongue
just to the numb the pain I was spitting out.

It hurts to be hated
but it hurts worse to be loved,
especially when you don't think your worthy of it.
Put those lines next to all the other dumbs ones I've used  
swinging hammer handed words, scalpel-like terms,
some of the meanest **** you've ever heard
trying to break you in two and you might just have enough
between the half truths and the promises I never kept
to write one really, really sad tune

I knew better than to speak to you the way I did
but some people act like welcome mats
for other people's ***** shoes,
you left the front door unlocked
and I made a habit of wiping my feet
as soon as I walked on through.
I'm not proud of what I tracked in
and I take responsibility for most my actions
but lets not act like they took place in a vacuum.
You had to lay down first
before I could ever step all over you,
and when you refused to love yourself,
what did you expect everyone else to do?

One year I had a really bad toothache
and you were just too sweet a taste for me to take,
without getting angry at myself
for trying to have my cake
and eat it too...
Travis Dixon Sep 2011
poetry is more than me
it's more than words
& more than rhyme
it's vaster than space
& faster than rhythm surfing
the waves of time
amplifying its
frequency with
each &
every
line
pointed by symbols (signs?)
clung to limestone precipices
like vines within concrete crevices
whispering screams of defiance
against ignorance's yokes,
again our arrogance jokes
about the insignificance of other folks
of the other ones
of them, those people, the absentminders
relentlessly fettered in golden
coats profaning their shine thusly true
so that the unnoticed may reflect upon the surface
as the caustics of thought refract through
the waters of spirit & soul
churned out of each & every mind
a field of poetics
lurking behind the edifice of structure
deified as functional perfection manifested
but utterly infested with ***** sheets
& replete with redundant repugnance
filtered by plumbing that dumbs **** down
to the basement level deep underground
where much is mumbled but little is said
aside from the storm a'brewin' overhead.
Mad Dog May 2014
She thought about him for a moment still she turned off those emotions as easily as a contract killer puts a bullet between some dumbs ******* eyes.

She said I love like a snake slithers across the floor.
How moths are so very drawn to deaths final flame.
Maxi Oct 2017
Love…
What is it,
Is it pain ?,
Or is it beauty...
L- Lots of love given,
O- Overly obsessed with your significant other,
V- Very much in love with them,
E- Extremely committed to your lover and never give up on them, never abandon them, never stop loving them,
Love is the way you cherish someone,
Love is beauty,
Love should never cause you pain,
Love is a rhythm,
Love beats a tempo,
Love beats slower, slower, till it dumbs down,
Loves dumbs down
It…  fades away,
Like skys full of stars,
When the fireball rises,
All the shining souls disappear into…
The black oblivion, their parents shoved them into this hell
All we see is the shining, but deep down Love is broke,
Like the child with the divorced parents.
The great, green Giant sleeps all through the day;
beer-bellied, toes outstretched, dipping into the sea.
He lazes beneath the springtime sun, while we sit idly
anticipating possibilities and to-bes.

This dead castle bursts with life,
seagulls, and sandwiches,
and cameras capturing the view
onto something they can hold;
something graspable.

                *

The Giant disappears at night;
merging with the mountains.
Fading into the dark, as the waning moon
creeps up behind and over and above;
dripping reflections to feel a connection
with the earth again.

Lovers wander now, wandering through the flirting streets
which tease with uncertainty, and curtain the
awe-striking depth of the darkness that dumbs their speech
as they 'turn at this corner and just along the promenade..'.

Pushed back by a blast of wind;
numbing hands cold.
Forcing them away from
prolonging a gaze on the Sea's cruel honesty;
knowing they would be driven mad
by endless questions of eternity.

Questions they attempted to drown out with music and dancing
and Tequila shots and the kissing and the music and the dancing...

But now in the air, by this high-tide, they are
Modern-age-small-town-philosophers.
'Have you ever seen the petrified forest?'
Will they tell stories of us too?
Life is so short and now is certain, well...
as certain as certain could be known for certain so..'

So, after meditating on the existence of existence,
they find refuge in the optimistic light of the stars.
Warmth for the spirit from the deep, dark, cold depth of the darkness;
'Because the night is so very young.
Look, there are still stars in the sky...'

Venus is inconsistent; an evening and a morning star.
And, oh, is that Orion's belt?


         Lying on the floor, in the morning, after a night of philosophy.
Written early 2015. (Was reading a lot of T. S. Eliot and Dylan Thomas at the time :) )
Yenson Mar 2022
Products of State assistance
after a pint and two packets of crisps
to be raised unintelligent
in non questioning mindless indoctrination
to be fooled and tamed into blind obedience
the cannon fodders and Erranders of Red dusk-set
hollering fake news
swallowing delusions
******* themselves in ******* to **** up
La bohème  Bolsheviks drinking Quixotic wine
specially farmed to do as told
theirs is not to think or question
the State picks up the tabs
the Reds scribble neon cheques
from the Bank of Envy and Jealousy
and the dumbs march up and down in unison
besotted and obsessed with the one that sees through it all
down with the black blue prince
with gold in his heart and pockets
who laughs at the ridiculous
in their war of the roses
and the slave traders now playing as game-keepers
masey Jan 2018
depression

depression is like sadness

but never goes away

sadness is where your sad for a day and the next your happy

depression is where it never goes away every day you get worse in worse

deeper into the dark tunnel of depression

the further you get the worse the depression gets

then anxiety comes along

is the bestfriend of depression

they make you feel broken.numb.scared

they fill your head of things that you need to worry about

depression makes you feel like your selfish

''like yea i know i have a good life,good family,food on the table,roof over my head''

i know i shouldn't be depressed but for some reason i can't bring myself to be happy

and people have it worse out there in the world

and im over here having all i could want in the world but happiness

i feel so **** selfish because if that

i don't want this life anymore

i hate it

i hate me

i hate society

i hate depression

depression *****

anxiety *****

life *****

the world *****

everything is just really ******

likes whats the point ant more

when life dumbs you with disipointments
brandon nagley Jun 2015
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?

Wherein creation dumbs down!!!

To mammal inferiors!!!

For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!

Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!

Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?

Sister and brother!!

Hath thou forgotten thy kin?

For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!

Is it thee that shalt win?

Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!

Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and *******
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!

For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children

Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Marc Pruchnitzky Dec 2013
This women is beautiful she's something to be seen, but all the guys they wonder what's Beneath those jeans. They want to see her body to judge it openly, but she dumbs down her hair to dumb down their thoughts. The queen of the scene is dressed in rags and cloths, she hides her beauty from these mad men who come in flocks. She's waiting for the one, the one that will see that true beauty is what the eyes cannot see but must believe. Her heart is strong as she moves along, to confront the coming days when people will say "why do you look that way?". As days pass by those suitors denied this beautiful women because her looks are her lies. But She vowed to keep the charade until her true love has come through, To sweep her away in his chariot to play with her hair under the moon. To live the life she dreamed evermore, to never have to hide herself behind the curtains she had worn.
from top to to bottom i drop
mad flows wear baggy clothes
im ol school sip sryyyup n cisco
blaze blunts slow
blow smoke out the nose
i suppose
haters get a new job
cuz i aint hirin' firin
the whoe commission
we got ammunition
me n boyz neva played with toys
just gats bats to loot quick to shoot
any muthafucka thats moves
dont disturb this groove
we in ya system
"eradicate" the "fake" jews so listen up black folks pay attention
this is ya final warning scorning
every nation no hesitation
as I roll in my big cadillac
with two dope homiez in the back
while spittin' facts
eatin' ******* jacks
yea they quick too gat
so watch ya chit chat
cuz we all that
we tighter than gorilla glue
leave critics stuck open like clue
take a guess we neva stress
we oenophile from being problem child
super flagrant that means im foul
growl always on the prowl
these fools spit
mad constapited
haters embrace the caskets
puttin' terror in the new era
old school in my bones
i keep yall tracked
like military drones uh

cooler than an orangutan
eating a tangerine
naw sloppy me yall just miss me
with bull
pull heat out of my wool
that hair for you dumb dumbs
dump *** **** on a girls mouth
make her go numb
this aint a mystery or a conundrum
sound the drum um
coming with a crazy style flow
funky cut with that hyrdo i blow
skunks forever how can ya endeavor anyting i say is clever
never say never
beat my foes with meat cleaver none could sever
me and rhymes like starsky
and hutch i clutch
this world in my palms
this just one of my pslam
got homie name beanie
no kin to Islam
sound the alarm
yosef causin fire even in the water slaughter
the best who ever test me on the mic dont get next
i used to flex the hardest
up in cheap apartments where all.my freestyles was spent
ninety minutes of tape sessions
the black clark kent
superman these hoes flows
leave ya expose
****** from the tip of ya nose
my lyricism grows and grows
while ******* start hatin'
im creatin'
money in the bundles
chillin' in the hut smoke that good Jamaican what
Marco Aug 2020
Holy, black typewriter, frenzied,
spits out strangers’ love letters, desperate, the ink band half dried
(but ultimately returns to its grave of  dust).
Withered books, yellow pages carelessly leafed through, devoured
(pay no heed to the traffic - walk and read),
falling from one pain into the next;
such are beginning and middle of these days...
And benzedrine fever dreams are fleeting,
as elusive as great insane private revelations
mentioning Ginsberg and Hendrix by name
- a swirling fata morgana of Buddha, Dharma, cult,
and a thousand angelic punks, punk angels, safety-pin-winged,
dreams about Neal and I (not I) being cops -
revealed to my hands in a crazy stupor, darkening and
illuminating the whole café, unaware-

and I know that Marlon knows a jeweler, knows
his hands -
how does that fit in here?

These days waste by, racing, crash-trickling like waterfalls,
like the Niagara Falls that made Joe cry -
and now I watch him cry,
shamelessly, inconsolable in the face of beauty,
crying like he’s never seen water,
as he hands me another case - Morpho menelaus -
dead, killed, (killed on Denver roads), escaping freedom
in the giant hands of a not-so-average Joe (secret hero of this poem),
his eyes glued on life, and full of tears
and his dad didn’t want a daughter neither, wanted no children at all-
And down in Mexico (where he is now, or was last)
the plywood violin plays the open-highway-blues
for a not-so-sober Jack who loves and hates and loses.
Somewhere amid the British-American chaos: a pair of twins
suffered at the hands of their mother,
suddenly forgotten on the road...

Speaking of “mother”: Soon I’ll miss a wedding, and
- come to think of it - so will Jack, won’t he,
the other one,
with his red lips and olive green canvas, with his
made-in-vietnam imitation of
father Dunkirk’s blood, fallen soldier, 1916 Jesus didn’t rise -
How to lose my mind positively, flush out the memories?
Swimming at midnight: the cold lake homely in my bones
all washed over by iodine-orange water.
Mark hums sweet country tunes, wheat between his lips, "hey la, my boyfriend's back" -
and the sun never sets
and the coffee is always cold
and all the pages are black.
And Springsteen lies on the nightstand, his spine turned to me,
sharing his makeshift bed with Kerouac and butterflies, and

a cruel storm of stories that sends my head spinning
makes it so that - unable to form in the hurricane -
poems cower in the back of my throat
like predators waiting to jump on their prey, and -
any minute now, I beg them, any moment-
but they shake their Rottweiler heads and bare their crocodile teeth,
taunting me, saying
that the wordy intelligence of others dumbs me down,
burns me out, charcoals my brain with the soot,
leaves me without originality; no
mind for my own words, no
regard for the verses crying to happen, only
the need to write, write, write,
stupidly, like a dog is forced by instinct,
the insatiable need to spill, to transform, to twist, distort, to prophesy, to-

Some  journal entry reads: healthy coping. Think:
Growth is inevitable.
God is inevitable!
Pain, and fury, and love, are inevitable! Luck -
To take this earth and make it yours,
this oyster,
and realize that it’s also everyone else’s;
(boys, no, kings of summer)
inevitably working together to create beauty,
only one glass case away from bewitching your living room,
from taking its seat right beneath the busy hand of God
and hold up the mirror:
this beauty was you all along. And me. And Him,
and everyone else.
This Father wanted a Son, wanted a daughter, even,
and,
suddenly,
this close to the face and hand and chest of God,
the old fear of 23 turns into excitement
with all our eyes, full of tears, glued on life -
still,
even now -
This is, essentially, a summary about my July in 2020.
Mirza Lazim Jan 2018
What an appalling yearning it is...
I feel as my spirit will tear apart my presence
to fly where at the moment it would have to be,
breaking all the chains of reality
My life is addicted to you
What a hard conflict...
What a tough task...
Like a  patient in a deathbed
I need a 'lifeogen' mask.
I had to be moving to you at the moment,
After a while, I had to be sitting waiting for peace
And you had to be coming in
With your warm greetings...

Now, life is beginning there,
Vitality is filling empty spheres
with your blissful voice and laughter
But none of those existing dumbs
can feel it
Someone is sitting face to face with you
Where once I was sitting
Haven't you still felt the difference?!
Haven't you still found out the case?!
Anyone can take my seat,
But no one can take my place...

Can I forgive myself for my selfishness?!
I am sometimes very egoist and ingrate!
You are laughing, you are happy now
and you feel great,
that is the main point.
I scold myself and evade all of my cravings
You know me - I am the soldier of fortune...
Keep your shining and just only laugh, please...
Ned Carter Jun 2018
Oh say can you see, through the darkening night
What so meekly we failed to arrest in it's scheming
Whose orange tan and fat thighs, what a depressing sight
On the TV we watched, the lies built up and teeming
And the Foxes dull glares, the twitler's fake hair
Gave proof to the dumbs, that fake news was still there
Oh say does that gop still grovel and sway
Under the guise of the free and the lies of the day

On the border to the south, children taken discreetly
Blame another for our sins, divert and deny
What book of scripture can we use to weakly
Justify our actions, and absolve our blind eyes
Stand up and speak out your minds, all of the crossed lines
History is watching as we sit idly by
Allowing atrocities and helping America die.
Vida Rootz Jun 2014
Here I go a again
Here I go a again
This journey on my own
The destination unknown

From green to brick
The eyes tell no Lyes
Wipe these tears dry

Oh me oh my , oh me oh why⬆

I ant going to lie
I just wana run faster all alone
Won't stop cant stop until I'm done
Destination still unknown

Oh me oh my , oh me oh why
my soul can never lie

Take these shackles for my arms
Pick these feet up and just run
But the world has another plan
Keeps me lock up dumbs me down
I got freedom on my mind
But there is no hope underlined

Oh me oh my , oh me oh why⬆

Some times I feel i could just die

Oh why oh why

But I'm stronger than steel
And one day this will be revealed
Will be free to build my life, I see children and a wife.

But from here I have to go destination still unknown

Wish me luck ,think of me, that some day ill be set free some day they'll set me free,some day ill be set free......... Is someone watching over me I guess someday I shall see.....I guess someday I shall see.....
I guess someday I shall see.....⬇

Rootz Modebelu

www.facebook.com/VidaRootzDesign

http://vidarootz@blogspot.co.uk/
Slavery strength hope
Classy J Oct 2015
They telling me to go away, they tell me I too insane for this game, where do you want me to go? This is my land, ***** you aint having any of it, look whether genre it is I own it, just like I own you on this beat. So woe at the fact that I've only just started, building up my life like lego. Can't handle my truth or the pessimistic ambiguous narcissistically lyrics I keep hitting you with, time to change up the formula, and put it up with hashtags and send it as a tweet. Can't stand all these people with misogynistic mindsets, i'll set you up with gasoline and light a match at you and watch you burn down to hell. The world is such a swell thing, Jesus no where to be seen, what does it mean? End of the world, archangels creating pain; well that's if you believe that **** man, lie's keep coming; what is real, it's so hard to tell. Fiends behind the screens of life controlling us like puppets, we're so blind but we ignore it continuing  our lives watching shows that dumb us down like Mr.bean. Don't listen to me, I don't really know half of the things i'm saying on my tracks. What are these things you call facts, I'll just continue spitting my hysterical criticism of your ignorant view, with my strong stubborn opinions. I'll steal your knick knacks, because i'm whack, a quack, i'll poison your freshness with my negativity as soon as my words make contact. Cinnamon bun dumb dumbs, do you even know how to function by yourself, your just a minion of the governments dictatorial dominion.
Escence Apr 2015
don't tell me you're trying
because I'm still dying
Don't tell me you love me
when I hate it when you give me sympathy
Don't tell me I 'm perfect
because all you say is nonsense
Don't tell me these dumbs lies
you'll probably make me cry
anshika gehani Jul 2017
Huh I am sorry did I just pinch u
I am so sorry let me do it again I  will just see if it really hurt
Oops I guess it did look I told u it had hurt why did u allow me to do it
U r so dumb but that’s fine coz girls are dumb arent they
Coz they all have a disease known as feelings and emotions
Beware it may spread
And it’s not a stereotype that uhmm girls cant do anything
I swear its real becoz look u failed in that exam and u remember u just fell down
U know all u r meant for is that piece of wrong stuff and u r made for it
Oh I am sorry did I just abuse girls
No no I don’t mean it unless u r one of the kalpana chawla or oprah winfrey
If u r one of those then believe me u r worth everything
But if u rnt
Well then I guess hell is ur place
Train u as a housemaker
And send u to a diff place at the age of 20
But how does it matter
Girls are dumbs they will mess up there too
So they arent even happy there
Oops have I been abusing
No no that’s fine even if I am coz u r dumb and u don’t deserve good
U don’t deserve anything not even respect
So u can thank me later for abusing you
But first you may kiss my feet and pray me
Coz I am a guy and I owe you
I am perfect
Even if I make mistakes
Society forgives me along with my parents
Nobody punishes me
Huh
God also loves me coz I am a guy
I can live, dress, eat and do whatever I want in my ways
But u girl better behave
So now u know why girls don’t deserve it coz they are dumb and so r all those feminists
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2019
.i never could find atheism satisfying, atheism being nothing more than anthropocentrism; it's nothing more. well, hell, back to the old model dispute: geocentric vs. heliocentric models... why wouldn't atheism be a thesaurus entry on the synonym level, and not be akin to anthropocentrism? pulling out balloons out of my *** like a clown... it later becomes something less inclined to a "dispute" about a "god" or "the gods"... man is still over-powered in instances where his superiority is critically diminished... the biological version of the botanic construct of mistletoe: which is the equivalent  of cancer... i always felt inclined to suspect the pop atheists... or the fact that insects, akin to ants, bees, termites, have a language dedicated to telepathy, just because they're small, doesn't imply that they're not "big"... there are rumours, that humanity wants to achieve a form of telepathy, rumours, nothing to get worried about... would i pray? no... i'd much prefer to study... but i am left dissatisfied with atheism: simply because it's pride in the anthropocentric argumentation... there's a fine line between anthropocentrism, atheism, and egoism... the "rational" cue would probably be associated with something akin to: the horrors of suspect... that beneath all the rituals of faith, there's a thinking contigency of suspicion... i rarely found someone who simply did-away with that fleeting sense of suspicion... and if i am suspect: this whole "thing" is suspect... the shackles of trust... what, akin to the laws of gravity? the creeping ontological predictability of general human affairs, akin to mating and dating? oh they're there... sure, and the sun will rise tomorrow, and this night will pass, these are no more laws of physics, as laws of trust... beneath which... gambling upon the predicament of the unfathomable, which is equal, to gambling upon the predicament on the already fathomable... i didn't exactly convert to judaism: i can't... if they circumcised me, i'd bleed to death... the best i can do is play the role of a ****** with a predicament, the nag hammadi library was unearthed... in egypt... and i became crushed by the gospel of st. thomas... that part where jesus takes thomas aside, and tells him something, thomas goes back to the rest of the disciples and they ask what was said, and he replies: if i told you... you'd stone me... right... so christianity boiled down to playing a game of ******* chinese whispers: he said, she said?! i guess that reaction was inevitable... given i already became a catholic apostate having read some gnostic works, and never became confirmed... well, it's like i was given a choice over my baptism, but with regards to confirmation? yeah, i took that **** seriously, even if i wanted i couldn't get a church wedding... i haven't been confirmed.

faux pas, "god"...
                   and all that non-existing
prayer "gone to waste"...
well...
    not really...
           blurry lines...
the sensible atheistic argument...
not when the argument is arrived at
from... a disposition of fear...
    rather than claiming some insightful
bias...
            suicide? tried that once...
hanging from a tree...
             the tree ended up being
chopped down...
but... strangely replanted
itself in my neighbour's garden...
now i watch it grow,
arch and cast a decent amount
of shadow...
                      if i'll have a dream,
i'll write it down,
   but i guess, most of the time,
            i'm plagued with "dreams"
of the grand void...
                an abyss that eats me,
where no images pass,
   no narratives...
                  no yesterday akin
to that story of paul mcCartney...
   no, just the sleep,
        and the grand void...
       apparently i groan and moan
in my sleep,
       i couldn't tell you...
              but i can tell you that
the "dreams" become so violent that
i am thrown out of bed
and end up waking up on the floor...
is it associated with the alcohol
consumption?
            perhaps... probably...
will i stop?
                     stop what?
                          it's this weird
assurance from a deity...
                        concerning suicide -
an unconscious fear
                                        of non-being...
tell that to someone who is
easily susceptible to a dream like water
infiltration process...
          "dreams" or rather: a lack of...
a momentary lapse into the figurehead
of ego in charon's empty head...
            groaning and being thrown
out of the bed, landing on the floor...
         i was right about
        the high blood pressure
genetic inheritance...
    how quickly that balloon head feeling
of an explosion disappeared
                      one mid-afternoon
               when i came off the pepsi...
talk about the aspect of the body
replying with an in-built barometer
                      faculty...
    old people always complain
about the atmospheric pressure
         doing a sadistic circus on their well-being
with regards to bones,
    and other body parts...
high pressure...
atmospheric high pressure and
they feel like ****...
   now take this and invert it onto
a canvas of high blood pressure...
      for once,
          beyond the headache sensation
of a brain - rarely felt -
   as if: the brain trying to find
an exit, and merge itself with
    a mind - that component of translating
brain, and the posit of a body
as a soul...
                headache: knock-knock...
body: who's there?
      headache: brian, he's going mental!
i guess the 1st tier of understanding
is gastronomical...
the 2nd tier being philosophical...
the 3rd tier having something to do
with all the current psychological constraints
and predictors...
         but the sort of "ache"
associated with high blood pressure...
brain turns all swiss cheese sponge
b'ah-b'ah
...
                  the jaw dumbs,
   the tongue cannot be placed comfortably
in any position in the closed mouth...
and the teeth start to itch...
   not even chewing gum helps;
as ever...
             does it matter what i've written,
or does it matter, how i've written it?
Arlene Corwin Aug 2018
I Still Have Ego Left

I still have ego - all its parts.
Is it the ‘smarts’?
Is it the ‘dumbs’?
Something to succumb to?
On the good side ego gives me self-esteem.
On bad, it gives me self-conceit,
Leads me to think sour is sweet,
Leads me on a road that’s wrong:
Vanity, a false self image;
Is that knowledge or mirage?  
Singing a wrong, woeful song?

Do I want to **** it?
Subjugate it?
Maybe, just an itty bit!
Why quash, why squash
Distinctiveness, uniqueness,
And the differentness
That makes us us,

Even when peculiarity,
You are you and I am me.
We do not want to change that, yet
The ego fools us masterfullly.
Wresting honesty from wisdom.

So with ego left, the outcome is:
Learn to distinguish real from false;
Take the pulse of life each day
And play the game of authenticity.
I Still Have Ego Left 8.14.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
They will never see the full picture
they’ve already reduced you
to little more than a vessel to pour their slack self-worth into.
They just see just the negative as proof
you’re ready to reel into the predatory pantomime of illusory superiority.

In their minds that will never stretch to encompassed yours,
they’re the catch
in ours,
they’re the bait we don’t want to take
because we know that catch
is the spring of a mousetrap,
the hook on a line,
the cage waiting to close around us,
the expectation of something more from someone less.
You get what you pay for,
and what you never invited to come creeping in
from behind blue light
that depicts your portrait in grainy resolution
and dumbs you down
til your own knuckles are causing friction in fetid minds.
Yo its an invitation to your own assassination
Becoming a new creation from gun cremation
Tried playing a mason I'm layin' number ones
Platinum plus albums only dumbs succumb
To the beat of the drum scrappin' for crumbs
Born a magnet to magnifecience
Defiant to failures residence keep the tense
Til y'all jaw's clenched and penched
Every last one of ya nerves observe the curves reserved
From my barbwire flows enterin' ya mental formin' portals
Swarms out my black thought couldn't be bought
Even at the highest bid all over the grids
You'll Feel these assassin plated blues ya dig break up
gigs
Its Hard to move with a red painted wig
Im final destination mystery solved to the unfinished pyramid
Of Giza please believe tha I'm greasin' Sheebas
Dark skinned queens taste it once became addicted like a fiend
Saw nothing but green lights focused sights
Brighten my opticals on promos way pass the radios cosmo
Supreme being over the those recycling as pros
My gun range sick slicker than John Wick
Rap clowns must be magicians
Tryna play skillz  old school tricks


Fools tried to diss it ended up missin' it
From the verbal ****** raw and riper
Time to pay the piper yo whos hyper
Iller man with the Wu clan can't none stand
Against the shadow figures see the picture
I paint kin to the boondocks saints
Two to the back execution style
**** all problems with an evil smile
Joker's mentality bashin' reality
Its the age of chaos im Kronos
Black rhinoceros straight comin' to bust
From all types of weaponry til ya end up as dust
Skull and bones fly as a drone prone
Still tryna attack my clones a rolling stone
Had to a be man cuz papa wasn't home
Where ever I laid my jimmy hat imagine that
Girls gotta neck brace with a broken back
Two hits to the **** and she ******' cracked
Collapse mastered the laps of a merry-go
There he go comin' with a ****** flow
No control from blow for blow they don't wanna go
Eight million and one rounds with the great one
State one
Emcee who can match these pedigrees
Layin' toxic lyrics so it's bound to be a fatality
Mischievous souls laid upon the dead scrolls
Unravelled hell from unleveled gravels
See the words travel fear provoking thoughts
I was brought by paying attention lynching
Clearing the judges to lawyers *******
On my name **** shame crime flames
Dames makes for the worst claims independent
But use you as a dependent say they innocent
Conscious glancing money chancing dancing
Around the stripper topics flashing optics
Microphone prophet watch me lock it drop it
Like a rocket blast off then back at the loft
Mansion style living still giving sins wind
I invoke pain harder than migraines stains
The medulla see me run right through ya
Mack truck chickens deluxe cobra clutch
Ya losing breath fams got damns my jams
Spread all over the thorough heads read
On the front of your streets sweep creeps
Mix Hendricks Gin and Schweppes
Smoke mean green with Swisher sweets
Lace grape to cherry rary strawberries
Yo I'm tryna miss the cemetery
My thoughts tried to bury enemies hurry
Tied me into a guns flurry scurry no worries
Im use to the threats watch spinnin' bagguettes
Turn flesh into maggots detect the Dragnet
And watch the haters get bit cold glitch itch
If ya want ta fuanta pop ya cells shells
Making body swells fans thoughts carousel
Wondering why I shoot more darts
Than Sam Cassell pours fools gimme yours


Yo i Shook from the world's Cinna swirls but herls
All the Boys and girls mind curls earls pearls
Shining off the neck of my favorite girl
Fifth plus thou how art thou take a bow
See the eyes of a foul owl night stalks
None could walk a pitch out the park
Set a spark causin' a wild fire disaster
Master def plaster soul elastics
Stretch it wider than mr fantastic
You feelin' drastic that's just my magic
Working fools mad cuz I'm hurting flirting
With the goetias through pen and papers
Pentagrams photograph a telegram
Watch my enemies from a birds eyes
view try to slam exposing their shams
Eagles nest buries of treasure laid it to rest divine manifest
Picking suckas off like Lawrence Taylor
Thats how a defense raider degrades ya originator
Playa from birth laid out my perks see the girth
For what it's worth I'm catching mirth
From the demons tryna scheme triple beams
Miss my head cuz I'm brain dead all thoughts shed
Tears the afterlife
Instead pain sticking like a knife said
****** was the case escape the ****
Of life's ******* that scrapes crumbs dumbs
Succumbs by the hallowed numbs media drum
I cut off the melody and choose a new switch
Broke the computer glitch shootouts like Mitch
Richmond hit man
The henchmen fools can't comprehend
While I'm breaking shaking hands never faking
Raw undertakings raking money like dough the biggest baking
Pillsbury industry but no tickling me
I'm just tryna keep a legacy like romes papacy
Been rocking with pain since I was in a dame nine months of shame
Out came a beautiful black boy decoy
To the world's but felt no joy flashing Polaroids
Cosby smile commercial interracial
Media spreading lies to feed ya degrade ya
Taste its toxic waste see wickedness pace
Misplaced raced thoughts outta space
On that Preston **** nothing means nothing
Unbutton expose the world's flesh
Mother nature doing her best to manifest
Her happiness but most miss the bliss
Sick of this world we live in lives grieving
Just reaching for the graves creeping
Milestones away feels these words prey
Like a mantis lets voyage back to Atlantis
Got my womens rolling canibus trust
In ya self gained wealth in stealth no welts
Left upon this pain that was dealt felt
Pleasures inside of pain Picasso stains
Picture me living vivid make enemies livid
Dreams I kissed it long goodbye
To the sky im seeing angels drive bys
Riding my thought waves craves the braves
Wish I could save but society to misbehaved leaves mind dismayed


Yo I'm old school like a Rallo see crime fallows
The black youths see me chip the truths
Off the roofs of ya mind shingles blind
Flows sublime once my reign shines
Only the dumbs become asinine see the nines
Put you near a flat line rose fire from a spine
The energy Kundalini word to whodini
Let a ** be a ** from the gitgo ******
Polo my logo black horsmen sippin' Grims gin
Use my mind as a religion sticking pigeons
Stiffins the chickens feathers plucked
See my flawless chocolate dutches breakin' clutches
In the bedroom hold up baby slow down
I ain't tryna bring a kid forth grounds showdown
Welcome to sinister town laying pounds
Either fist or life can't escape from strife
Chaffing scaffolds from my mind holdin' molds
Avoid the fold console your soul take control
Yo this society is just a lotto waiting to cash
Clash see civil wars mash with no gas
People caught up in the brakes of Faith's
Fakes move like snakes in the grass ashes
Left from blunts so my spirit can hunt flaunt
For verses pass the doors of heavens hearses
Mazin' curses dr strange universe reaarange
My brain ready for war battlin' ****** terrains
Uh check it black space architect mother nature rejects
Sitting back watching the domino effects infants
Born into pain migraine strains growin' worlds mane
Simba tactics oh I just can't wait to be king siblings
Of the underworld this for the future boys and girls
Don't let them curl ya into submission focus ambition
Broke religion through medicine spit reverence
Holy veil unzip the real see the words that thrill
Even Michael would have to be a better criminal
Smooth let the words soothe beats to the needles groove
I improve wicked statistics praise myself mystic
Goetia demon follower wisdom swallowers
Dumb dumbs take it as a gay platform
It's an art-form I'm speaking on dimensions
Wise beyond my years caught the blood of Peter
ears no tears
ever came out my eye
I'll let the thunder from the clouds of the high
Magnetize bring forth the double lies wise
Peep Insanity's cousins Sane **** my brain
Off the chain ridges rusted who can be trusted?
Microphones dusted complex unclustered
Seeds I mustard mountain faith relate create
Crate mentalities if they try to come after me see
I'm colder than December January and February
It's kind of scary voice cemetery souls bury
Em below a thousands miles deeper abyss
My fist clench tight around this mind crisp
Got more props than Kevin Lee X men Stan Lee
I'm taking pitches til I see myself out of reality
Used to scrappin' for crumbs of kingdom slums but dumb dumbs
To stupid to see how they numb our brains
Endure pain begins a migraine stains
Left all over the earth for what's its worth
I'm tryna avoid gospels of hard concave shells
Hallow points to anoint my joints see points
I made sweet glasshouse rocking shades
Watch for my pocket blades serenade we paid
Haters mad cuz they girls wanna get laid
Ya bills up cold corrupt erupt the
Diamond in the rough thief's  come humble
But don't wanna rumble I the jungle
Hard to break the struggles tied to the ghetto
Used think hardest thoughts on the pillow
Talking amongst the gods about the odds
Getting even Stevens hard to believe in
These lies folding then unfolding scolding
My opponents with proper positions
Focus my ambitions still wishin'
Upon a star see me gas the cars moon rockets
Twist it like socket open my third eye prophet
Never forget where my first head laid off to rest
Under the moon crest hustling just to get rich...


Since Nas said lifes a ***** with an unhealed stitch
I'm sittin' at the judges bench eternal clench
Game recognize game all haters the same lames
Love to floss names gotta bad dame tamed
Put her in the flames watch her burn others fame
No shame in my queens carribeans I claim
Illuminati just want my body
To up they shipping sales of fearin' fairytale
Broke from the stale wells put forth my own will
Destiny was the closet chick to me plus she
Made a way for us to escape off in the windy
city shows no pity to those hiddin' false witty
button mouths like hello city shout out to the committee
keep me posted far from toasted boasted
Never only to myself guard my wealth my health
sitting good chillin' in the dogwoods
Blazin' stashed blackwood's with burning woods
Mesquite massaged my ladies feet repeat
Life's a recorder soon to see the ending reporter
Deaths has patience but reality a choice of hesitance scared to go the distance
Checked in, on ya vocals,
Smash hits, go local,
Break ya stereo, there he go,
Ripping the floor,
Displayed deserved an encore,
Don't call me Lazy,
Styles similar to Nas and Jay'Z,
Invite me enemies,
Let 'em sit at the table,
Expose the Judas, around me,
Word to my mommy,
Or better yet, the sworn of the Wu Bee,
Still love *******, ***** don't really move me,
Put the vinyl, to the needles,
That's where the grooves be,
Dance like Stony,
Jackson satisfaction, girls catch attraction,
To my performance actions,
Bed room perfume,
Knock so hard, you can feel the skies fumes,
*** is everywhere, don't care, if you really, don't wanna go there,
I'm up in ya face,
News edit, commercial **** the racial,
Knew a chick name Rachel,
She loved to get facials,
Scratch off ****, silent my fears,
Now I hear the horn,
Lena the baddest chick, have ya seen her,
Close to the starlight, six wings caught a flight,
Wait I counted twelve, haters put ya albums, back on the shelves,
I'm taking over, sounds like
The ending of Jehovah,
Who could climb over,
The electric fence, let the ****,
On ya eardrums,
Beat so hard, til ya go deaf and dumb,
Don't just follow the hums,
Of my lyrics, that cause troublesome,
Dumb dumbs, can't peep the conundrum, reaching heights pass the slum,
Ruthless hope y'all feel this, been this way, since the styles of Chris,
Or better yet, Melly Mel,
Never answer the cell, but I'll rock ya bells, like LL,
No shots of cannabis, ask this cousin, can I bust,
I make oxygen rust, without the metal, heavy rhymes to settle,
Watch ya soul shake, embrace the intake, ya life's token,
It's gravely close to a wake,





Back to back, like Jordan on the sixth,
Ring, everyone gather around and sing,
What the lullaby brings,
Circling,
Each and corner, caught two cabs, met rza, in the lab,
Pin the vocab, chemist when i spit this,
Vibration, could shake the stations,  rep my own nation,
Woman want me,
Make em ****, til i reach *******,
Skin tone, dont matter me,
Cuz language i speak,
Be money, get the honey,
Hives crowd, up under me,
Spoken properly, built for the family,
Understand me,
Mission monopoly,
At the same time, drop the pedigree,
Peep timeline, i was here before,
There was a time,
Sparkle in the sky, why ask why,
Burn your tapes,
Like when i decalcify, ya third eye,
Old as the fossils,
Make raps colossal, belittle your scrolls to goals,
Ya know the flow, quote it, like a scripture,
Photograph to picture, make hits like ******,
Magazine cousine, to the guns that fiend,
Learned the cream, cashed in my race, now i gotta wicked taste,
In my mouth,
Word to the south,
We stay raunchy, hype the universe like Crunchy,
Three six, still in the mix, talking ****,
I pop up ******, as that boy It,
Ahh ****,
Spiritual counsel, control the sounds of soul,
Stay tuned for the next sequel,
long discussions on who's better
i need to shower,
leave you hanging
you're the only voice i love to hear
and i love to listen to your singing
we're oddballs
dumb dumbs, too
you're a sweet one, though,
and you're really **** soft
your face is so pretty
jesus ******* christ i wanna kiss you-
okokokok this was supposed to be serious but jenny if you see this, i want to kiss you please-
Standing like the ten commandments
Got **** it critics cant stand it glance it
Dont chance it im flippin' ships off the corporate
Body of bodies hide the shotti then im Audi
Mic engineer breaking through the atmosphere
Mirrors heaven in hell inside of a jail cell
Hope all goes well? Most folks growing stale
Tryna scrap for crumbs following the hums
Of dumbs I dodge the invitation to slums
Layout the spectrum code the conundrum
Black folks retrace ya pace it ain't about race
Giving chase to a wicked taste toxic waste
Know thy self gain thy wealth for health
They called me crazy cuz society labelled me
Black sheep of the modern day families
Blazin' doobies skip the fly jacuzzi spray ***'s
Til it equals a ton number one keep critics on a run the kingdom come
Thy will be done one earth as it wreckons
Angels beckon me out of the will they say chill
Gods manifesting through the drug ventures
Mind adventures flows activate the dentures
Skeleton helicopters breaking off coppers
Ghetto residence still climbing the fence
Intense word to prince tryna void the pop life
Side chick the game I can't make her my wife
When it's all put in the plan from war reprimands
Still I rise as a black clan guess what you da man!!

Everyday is rowdy Sally still gettin' hit in the alley
Back breaks she can't pump her brakes for fate
They say it's because of poor choices
Hard to ignore the conscious noises
Check in my b-boy poise expose the expos
Stay with baggy *** clothes souf side holds  
Jean creased with the fold knock out trolls
I got the keys Benjamin electric shocks
Make the body rock black rocky convulsion
Explosion begins the epic deadly corrosion
You heard it best not from the West but the best
Southeast Texas they can't wreck us selectors
Get blessed by my healing stressors gun testers
Bring ya weathers below body temp these shrimps
Cant hang with sharks
Hunt the dark til the blood trickles a spark
Spice one born to die laying in my neighborhood
Feelin' like Robin Hoods minus the tights
But make breathers tight break ya might
They can't see the site sunshine your sight
While the moons dancing behind space
Curtains for certain descriptive as Burton
Tim rest in peace to the timbs fashion stocks
Young jocks ain't peepin' the blocks its too hot
Catching summer colds as the chem trails flow
White flakes invoking hate hard not to debate
Pigeon English so just sit back enjoy the circus
Circuits blow close the show for dough
**** the dough blast the CEOs door for sure
Guerilla warfare tactics Fidel fanatic plastic
Uncovered light the the cubans slow really doe?
In the end will you be a friend or a slick foe?

— The End —