i ramble, please bash me
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a shredded tongue many tales out a tune to be sung
deaf ears mute fears that dance in the work of Carl Jung
higher still, the olfactory swill pools congealing to a pill
write off the eyes as no. 2 lies pencil in windows of grayish dyes
cast 'em down with nose propped up savor sight of death in a cup
(hands cupped, with death being the bible, as if fixated on two pages)
Jesus is like a quantum clock, the shortest time is his dock
(this may suggest planck time is the setting for the sermon on the mount)
perhaps the second is to all time what the earth is to the universe
(an earth second, which may be perfected by all brain based activity on earth, might be the medium of universal time, since all life as we know it is here)
time is a perfect megaphone of voices in silent desperation dying for more than
freedom for what greater love is there than to give up your life for your friends
but friends they come and go
pardon me, i ramble
not a need to be heard, just compensating for a lack of give and take
this isolation therapy exists only in my mind
fear is a lion and truth is a whip
crack it all you want, you're still gonna be dinner
God, i'm f*cked!
deaf ears mute fears that dance in the work of Carl Jung
higher still, the olfactory swill pools congealing to a pill
write off the eyes as no. 2 lies pencil in windows of grayish dyes
cast 'em down with nose propped up savor sight of death in a cup
(hands cupped, with death being the bible, as if fixated on two pages)
Jesus is like a quantum clock, the shortest time is his dock
(this may suggest planck time is the setting for the sermon on the mount)
perhaps the second is to all time what the earth is to the universe
(an earth second, which may be perfected by all brain based activity on earth, might be the medium of universal time, since all life as we know it is here)
time is a perfect megaphone of voices in silent desperation dying for more than
freedom for what greater love is there than to give up your life for your friends
but friends they come and go
pardon me, i ramble
not a need to be heard, just compensating for a lack of give and take
this isolation therapy exists only in my mind
fear is a lion and truth is a whip
crack it all you want, you're still gonna be dinner
God, i'm f*cked!
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crack it all you want, you're still gonna be dinner'
that is amazing....I can relate to this so much and yet, I keep cracking that whip, safe in the knowledge that when the lion pounces he'll choke on me
Thanks for posting this, it's great!