M.i.a.

FunkeRFunkeR Posts: 105
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I met the man
Who put me together
My bones blood and flesh
Like an extravagant puzzle
He can work wonders
But he can't even be there

Yeah he couldn't save us
No he's not there to help us
Put us together so easily
Left, and abandoned
He didn't save us then, No he ain't gonna save us now

I met a man
So religious was he
Set himself one fire alive
Just to prove his faith to him
it makes me wonder
If he's even watching this

Yeah he couldn't save us
No he's not there to help us
Put us together so easily
Left, and abandoned
He didn't save us then, No he ain't gonna save us now

yeah you can call me weak
Call me a traitor, but he won't save us
He won't help us
He put us together, And left us to rot
He won't save us
He won't help anyone
He's traded in his role
To watch us rot!
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

Sperm, It's in you to give.




I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    it might be a typo...

    he set himself one fire alive...



    but i really like it if it is...



    there's a gentleman here who published a book called Rot...
    there's a confirmed typo in there that i just love and wouldn't change if it were mine...

    he wrote "pulled a peak" instead of "pulled a peek"

    and it made me giggle :) like playing with a dead man's hair

    i dunno... you ever go up to a coffin and just wanna touch who so ever lay's remains? i know it's sick and taboo and all that, but... sheeshe, i think that's why i get that urge coffin side... you know? cofirmation that they're dead for sure? or shoot, just to know... sick.. i know...

    anyway.. if this piece is about who i think it is, i understand the thought very much... why so much pain upon His children? that's why i'm inclined to believe that He ain't a He at all... It's an It... and it's inclined to sit back and let us come


    meanderings... :)
    It's all yellow.


  • FunkeRFunkeR Posts: 105
    what the hell are you rambling on about?
    I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

    Sperm, It's in you to give.




    I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    Originally posted by FunkeR

    I met a man
    So religious was he
    Set himself one fire alive
    Just to prove his faith to him
    it makes me wonder
    If he's even watching this


    this???



    a typo?



    shit, i don't know
    It's all yellow.


  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    oh, and the poem i am talking about is about a little boy at his granddad's funeral...

    "he pulled a peak" over the coffin's edge...

    it's a typo...


    damn publishers fucked it up... (oh, and it's a book by poster: RadarBabaO'Riley... good stuff, anyway....)


    "should've been "pulled a peek"

    but the instant i read it, i found myself an image of playing with grampa's hair...
    It's all yellow.


  • I'm pretty sure it's a typo -

    Also the line extravagent puzzle sounds kinda weak in the first stanza - try not using a different adjective or even better none at all

    Good poem though - God owes me 12 bucks and nigga never gonna pay that shit up
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    it'd be brilliant if it weren't ;)


    lmfao!
    It's all yellow.


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