Exception #1

Philosophy. Something people have forgotten to instill into their personalities.

A constant reminder of what its like to live a dream-like reality

no emotion, just business and entertainment.

Of course this is only one of infinite opinions led by a generalization of thoughts

but without the daily grind, the hustle and bustle of work and life,

a person reverts to thought. The most convenient, accessible, most portable and smartest device you'll ever own. No dependance on whats in your palm but whats on your mind. Thats what we need as a whole and as human kind.

#8?

You sing songs like a bird builds nests

structurally sound with the comfort to match

But having such skills can lead to such stress

thus jeopardizing you quarters of thatch

It'll blow right off with the slightest breeze

gently abrupt without warning or sign

But shelter will be the last thing o'er your sleeve

as you drink up your limited barrel of wine

#7

So cumbersome too

is the weight i carry for you

along with the songs I've sung

and the rhymes I've spun

like turn tables I scratch

the tiny surface of one.

The gobbledeegook of ones soul is to me

like the faintest discovery, revolutionarily agreed

Cuz I too can fake a lie

and no matter what you think, no matter how hard you try

your mind inside this universe is but a hair on a fly

wing it like a co-friend

the one who stands right near

cuz you'll never be able to wield this weapon you call a spear

#6 II

A tribesman,

all withered and strange

wanders the forest for food 'for the rain

he challenges even the most fierce equations

and seems to get nowhere for his weight isn't gaining

He hears his tendons stretch as he placidly combs the plane

While his heart sinks deeper through soul, his mind stays balanced, whole, and tame

#6

No words to describe how speechless i am.

The vernacular escapes me.

However, with someone the likes of you,

your world will never yield safety.

#4

I yawned the other night and i did not know

when your mind lacks a thing your body will let it show.

I have not yet experienced what the Hours call fate

For i have not yet traveled the accompanied state.

A place that is null and void of all things created or destroyed.

Some place that ignores your call but ignites your voice.

And as it travels through the space between,

your legs quiver slightly though your hands are serene.

And those words that you spoke they mean nothing right now.

You have spoken the language of the coming force

Not a film, nor a boat, but a rivalry sport.

#3

What to think of the day so far

I've been stranded and deceased for for quite some time

Yet the people ignore my song.

They avoid the wrong

and they are not blamed.

'Cuz he who yields not is a victim of his pride

He doesn't have a life or the time he wishes he had

to reflect upon himself and the life that he wishes he had.

And the things he values mean nothing to him

because they are but fish

In an endless swim.

#2

So what if i don't stylize my personality

its the seeping creative beast that sleeps inside my apathy

and to think that you just might be

a person to influence my appetite for clarity

a human disfigurement of a personification developed over time

through rhyme and verse

for more than the second time

i haven't learned the lesson

and so it begs the question

am i something more what i 'ought to be?

Can my dormant soul come out appropriately?

#1

A severely impenetrable wall blocks my view of the supposed setting sun.

While i struggle to regain my line of sight my mind gives in to a notion of

stinging, jetting, crushed blue felt on the table draped over the shelf

giving in to what seems like help

a welcoming invitation to a somewhat intriguing dissertation

on becoming a creative who seeks out liberation

something that makes sense but that isn't understood

is like drawing a chair made of wooden metal glue

it would be something new

it would be something true

but i cant help but think of the people that just don't care.