I loaded my gun, and gave it away. I painted the room and don’t walk into it, but I hear the voices of those who betrayed me laughing in it. I healed the one I love, but broke myself doing it. I carry on in a broken frame.

Shit the wheel keeps spinning, and I hop around in its spokes, but always, I spin in the same fucking direction, you know? Always on a bicycle downhill.

I’m boxed in by expectations of those around me. It’s like I’m a minstrel trying to perform Shakespeare, but reduced to performing vulgar jokes. Or worse yet, a boy being asked to be a man without any guidance. I hate it you know?
The fabric is coming undone, and I'm not crazy about what's underneath it all.

You should stop listening to those Godspeed You Black Emperor! records.

I have some fabric glue

I tried to be a man
I tried to play the part
Thinking growing up was reaching out and thinking on your own
I've learned a little bit and figured out the truth
that everyone just wants to tell you what to do
I've covered all the facts and stood them in a row
and after shooting all the ducks down I deciphered out the code
That it is just a trick and we are all pawns while the king and queen push us along
I know that the whole world is spinning around
I've taken all I can
I've taken a bit more
I've been dealt a deck of cards to find, the game is just a bore
Pledged my allegiance well to a cause I cannot mend
then to realize that this fight was all pretend
Who knew that the whole world is spinning around?
Though they have different faces, it's all the same
while we are left to play their game
And what do I have left but a thin pile of sand that has broken out the hourglass
and jumped into my hand,
a simple grain of salt alone in outer space
revolving around a start to spawn a race.

just to clarify, these are We Are the Fury lyrics, i didn't write this.
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Are we sharing our poetry? Okay, I'll get deep

I'm so deep
the words of the prophet leaks
from my anus

I'm so deep
the metaphorical public swimming pool of my mind
is all deep end

I'm so deep
every word every word I speak
is a metaphor including "and","is",and "every"

I'm so deep
pointing to my brain magnifies
the value of my words 327 fold

I'm so deep
the words "I'm so deep" aren't a hook
they're a mantra

I'm sooo deep
I can find the corndog
in the platinum rap single
of your mind

And when I say I'm deep like
a pre-war communist,
or deep like an exotic fruit spoken of loudly,
or deep like the sound of one but cheek laughing,
you just have to shut-up
(remember the mantra words)
and say "that mo-fuh's hella deep yawl!"

Because I am deeper than sense.

I made not knowing the answer
always the answer.

My silence is deep

I have deep underwear
and my balls get lost in them

I'm so deep
I'm like the iceberg
that let another iceberg
sink the titanic

question: what does that last metaphor mean?
Answer: I'm too deep to give you the clues.

I'm so deep I'm like the carpenter of deep
I'm so deep I have like the combined DNA of all the great "deeps" before me

I'm so deep "3" is "4"
I'm so deep my cock is shaped like Merlin
I'm so deep that the wind.....


I'm
so
deep

the end of the poem is really
just the beginning

Imago said:

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Mach said:

Eh fabric glue is over rated... There comes a time to cast off the garments pinning us in... albeit we like it or not....

Never know.. we may fall in love with the truth!

Imago said:

Umm, Baby- what's really going on with you?

Muse2NOPharaoh said:

for real...

rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens...

I'm not afraid of what's under MY fabric. I just wish it would reveal itself. You think my exhibitionism would encompass everything in my life. Somethings I keep hidden, even to myself.





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