God
11-27-2004, 05:39 AM
Intro: In this poem, I speak about two types of men. One is the type that I like to call 'the mundane, the ordinary, the average'. And the other type I speak of, is what I, as well as many others, like to call 'the higher man', or more evolved man, or whatever you'd like to label it. This poem was actually written as a collection of songs that I was going to put to music, so they were really meant as music. I just wanted to see what they'd look like in a poem format, as well. Forgive me
The contempt, the nausea, the disgust of the mundane, the ordinary, the average
And please allow me a few words on society
plastic people, television porn, false dreams
and that's right, everyone is in their dream
and take a long look at the one you are with
do you really even know them, even see them?
and yes, I'll put all of my feelings on the line
just for a shot, a chance for a tiny taste of it
and all I see around me are the blank faces
of the lost, the sick, the stupid, the mad
and thank you god, that I'm not sad, like them
and no one thinks but in a dream
and no one really speaks anymore, to anyone
and no one really feels anymore, except in rare love
and a momentary rush of feelings
and baby, you think you know it all
and when it all comes rushing back to you
don't say that I didn't ever warn you
and curse my goddamned pretension
and there is nothing i hate more
than my own mask, that I am forced to wear
by a world that just doesn't give a shit or care
But oh baby, I don't think you could endure
one frank stabbing word of truth, no I don't
And you wonder if I am talking to you
and yes I do, what else can I do?
You've trapped me in my proudly proclaimed fate
but no, maybe that great 'freedom' can wait
And these aren't really my words at all
but the whispering of a silent unsatisfiable muse
And yet still, in your great curiosity
you still seek to know me, and I to you
and do not deny me your state of grace
and I'll do anything, anything at all
and please lord, burn all of my papered words
and either love me please, or deny it all
and your own thoughtless stupidity
leaves you in your own personal deserved Hell
And why won't you look at me?
Oh God, is this not what you wanted to see?
so take a look at one of your great outcasts
I thrive in the strength of your subtle sickness
and what's that, you don't like the metallic harshness of sin
Well then, maybe you shouldn't have been swallowing bullets then
and yes, little innocent child
this world is quite an evil place
and has your innocence not broken yet
and so hurry up and die, child
no one really wants you here
no one really wants you here
and you should plant yourself firmly in the ground
and what good have you brought to the world?
Another greedy little mouth
another pathetic petty virus
spread your disease and get it over quick
and goddamn my FACE
for wearing it the way I do
and the little muse keeps whispering
words of comfort, words of truth
But if you start to doubt,
you'll begin to fright
and we both know the paranoia
of where that road leads
but if you look at it from above
do you really like those clouds?
But what am I supposed to do?
and what were those little words
of such gentle ferociousness too
And why can't you simply rest
at the sight of your gentle beauty
and what more do you want from me
a soft light or a hard self-overcoming?
but you just don't understand, you whisper to me
your soft lips caressing my large ear
But with you I am okay, my friend
nourishing my spirit ever so gently
and what did I do to deserve
your angelic graces, with me?
Become hard and indifferent, you say
to combat the ignorance at hand?
Learn not to care, at all?
And you love me with the play of a child
With your love, my great fear is an illusion
and I dragged my body through the streets long enough
to decide to uncover the ferocious will lying inside
that would be required to overcome that pathetic weakness
and to destroy that paranoia, that warm hill of ants
But at your soft request
all of your fine self refinements
are too close to the great heat
of your pathetic powerless will
Wait, weren't you in command
of the warmth of that ecstasy
yes, you knew then, did you not
that everything was perfect
that worry, fear, hate were illusions
and that you can't lie with your self denials?
Weren't you the one who uttered those words
that made you feel truly alive, and awake
and didn't it radiate directly from within
from that fire, that source, the heart?
Didn't you show me that magic feeling
that indescribable glimpse, that true bliss
and do you remember taking that first glance
towards that great and "fearsome" mirror?
Oh, you knew it then
why can't you love me now
Oh yes, that's correct, the walls
nauseating, disgusting, contemptful bricks
And god, please don't make me do it
desconstruct you piece by piece
my contempt has vanished, you tell me
why does yours still remain
and yes, still do I lie
But why are you so afraid
of showing tenderness and your sweet emotion
Oh that's right, you call it weakness
Well then, I proclaim your 'strengths' pathetic
But do not forget your face
that ever 'important' transient surfaceness
our skin is soft, like silk
and yes, I do sleep on your pillows
And should I sing for your rabble
And don't let those silent doubts haunt you
Those, my friend, are your weakness
and with every aborted fetus, a victory won
But there's no peak to be ascended here
your functioning is quite alright in my eyes
your tastes do indeed satisfy me alright
I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay
But your keen, gentle frankness
does much to impeach your modesty
and oh god, please hear these words
I want to see you, and you see me
and please, please don't resist
together we can share a great bliss
and your meekness does inhibit much
but your eyes do speak of gentle restraint
and when our sickening hypocrisy
starts to drive you a little insane
don't worry about it, it's insane, yes
but just forget about it, nothing we can change
and you are not innocent
and I am not innocent
we sinners, we dirty people
and we think we control the world
and we shall be humbled
by a great and powerful force
and we shall crumble under the massive weight
of our own great sickening hypocrisy
and what is the modern conversation
"Wassup nigguh, nada nigguh"
and play some social games with me
and play your social games with me
'nigguh' (spoken lightly mockingly), and do you find some satisfaction
in your indignant prophetic proclaimations?
and goddamn those walls
and goddamn those halls
and we just can't escape
it's such a dirty rape
And goddamn my indignant tones
and goddamn my indignant toes
and goddamn my indignant woes
and goddamn my indignant hoes
but wait, I am not a pimp
and if you're hearing this
don't fret, my dear boy
there's a many just like you
although stricken with the silence of many means
and try to contain your contempt, your disgust, your nausea
at a society that is sickening in its fakeness
but understand that you are a part of it too
and try to make the best of it, and remember this
take down the Man one smile at a time
and now you know me and I know you
and we both know of nothing worse
than the mundane, the ordinary, the average, the indescent man
Don't fret the magnification of your awareness
and try to just sit back and laugh
your love is magnified too
and through that love, your purification occurs
coupled with the strengthing of a great resolve
and don't let anyone tell you that you are sick
you are not, my dear friend, you are NOT
and goddamn the fools who told you you were
and you need to realize who you really are
You are one of the higher men, the noble men
be proud of your nobility, it separates you
from that which you profess to disgust
and realize the power you truly have
you can do anything that you wish
and do not give anyone power over you
because you are great, with a strong will
and goddamn that moaning
and can your eyes bear to see
and can you bear it when your stomach caves in
from your own great nausea, contempt, and disgust?
and can your heart bear the doubt
from the clawing of your own beast?
but wait, I forgot my lines
to sing what words, what song, for who?
and your habits of underestimation
still serve to blind your eyes
and your horrible judgements
The contempt, the nausea, the disgust of the mundane, the ordinary, the average
And please allow me a few words on society
plastic people, television porn, false dreams
and that's right, everyone is in their dream
and take a long look at the one you are with
do you really even know them, even see them?
and yes, I'll put all of my feelings on the line
just for a shot, a chance for a tiny taste of it
and all I see around me are the blank faces
of the lost, the sick, the stupid, the mad
and thank you god, that I'm not sad, like them
and no one thinks but in a dream
and no one really speaks anymore, to anyone
and no one really feels anymore, except in rare love
and a momentary rush of feelings
and baby, you think you know it all
and when it all comes rushing back to you
don't say that I didn't ever warn you
and curse my goddamned pretension
and there is nothing i hate more
than my own mask, that I am forced to wear
by a world that just doesn't give a shit or care
But oh baby, I don't think you could endure
one frank stabbing word of truth, no I don't
And you wonder if I am talking to you
and yes I do, what else can I do?
You've trapped me in my proudly proclaimed fate
but no, maybe that great 'freedom' can wait
And these aren't really my words at all
but the whispering of a silent unsatisfiable muse
And yet still, in your great curiosity
you still seek to know me, and I to you
and do not deny me your state of grace
and I'll do anything, anything at all
and please lord, burn all of my papered words
and either love me please, or deny it all
and your own thoughtless stupidity
leaves you in your own personal deserved Hell
And why won't you look at me?
Oh God, is this not what you wanted to see?
so take a look at one of your great outcasts
I thrive in the strength of your subtle sickness
and what's that, you don't like the metallic harshness of sin
Well then, maybe you shouldn't have been swallowing bullets then
and yes, little innocent child
this world is quite an evil place
and has your innocence not broken yet
and so hurry up and die, child
no one really wants you here
no one really wants you here
and you should plant yourself firmly in the ground
and what good have you brought to the world?
Another greedy little mouth
another pathetic petty virus
spread your disease and get it over quick
and goddamn my FACE
for wearing it the way I do
and the little muse keeps whispering
words of comfort, words of truth
But if you start to doubt,
you'll begin to fright
and we both know the paranoia
of where that road leads
but if you look at it from above
do you really like those clouds?
But what am I supposed to do?
and what were those little words
of such gentle ferociousness too
And why can't you simply rest
at the sight of your gentle beauty
and what more do you want from me
a soft light or a hard self-overcoming?
but you just don't understand, you whisper to me
your soft lips caressing my large ear
But with you I am okay, my friend
nourishing my spirit ever so gently
and what did I do to deserve
your angelic graces, with me?
Become hard and indifferent, you say
to combat the ignorance at hand?
Learn not to care, at all?
And you love me with the play of a child
With your love, my great fear is an illusion
and I dragged my body through the streets long enough
to decide to uncover the ferocious will lying inside
that would be required to overcome that pathetic weakness
and to destroy that paranoia, that warm hill of ants
But at your soft request
all of your fine self refinements
are too close to the great heat
of your pathetic powerless will
Wait, weren't you in command
of the warmth of that ecstasy
yes, you knew then, did you not
that everything was perfect
that worry, fear, hate were illusions
and that you can't lie with your self denials?
Weren't you the one who uttered those words
that made you feel truly alive, and awake
and didn't it radiate directly from within
from that fire, that source, the heart?
Didn't you show me that magic feeling
that indescribable glimpse, that true bliss
and do you remember taking that first glance
towards that great and "fearsome" mirror?
Oh, you knew it then
why can't you love me now
Oh yes, that's correct, the walls
nauseating, disgusting, contemptful bricks
And god, please don't make me do it
desconstruct you piece by piece
my contempt has vanished, you tell me
why does yours still remain
and yes, still do I lie
But why are you so afraid
of showing tenderness and your sweet emotion
Oh that's right, you call it weakness
Well then, I proclaim your 'strengths' pathetic
But do not forget your face
that ever 'important' transient surfaceness
our skin is soft, like silk
and yes, I do sleep on your pillows
And should I sing for your rabble
And don't let those silent doubts haunt you
Those, my friend, are your weakness
and with every aborted fetus, a victory won
But there's no peak to be ascended here
your functioning is quite alright in my eyes
your tastes do indeed satisfy me alright
I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay
But your keen, gentle frankness
does much to impeach your modesty
and oh god, please hear these words
I want to see you, and you see me
and please, please don't resist
together we can share a great bliss
and your meekness does inhibit much
but your eyes do speak of gentle restraint
and when our sickening hypocrisy
starts to drive you a little insane
don't worry about it, it's insane, yes
but just forget about it, nothing we can change
and you are not innocent
and I am not innocent
we sinners, we dirty people
and we think we control the world
and we shall be humbled
by a great and powerful force
and we shall crumble under the massive weight
of our own great sickening hypocrisy
and what is the modern conversation
"Wassup nigguh, nada nigguh"
and play some social games with me
and play your social games with me
'nigguh' (spoken lightly mockingly), and do you find some satisfaction
in your indignant prophetic proclaimations?
and goddamn those walls
and goddamn those halls
and we just can't escape
it's such a dirty rape
And goddamn my indignant tones
and goddamn my indignant toes
and goddamn my indignant woes
and goddamn my indignant hoes
but wait, I am not a pimp
and if you're hearing this
don't fret, my dear boy
there's a many just like you
although stricken with the silence of many means
and try to contain your contempt, your disgust, your nausea
at a society that is sickening in its fakeness
but understand that you are a part of it too
and try to make the best of it, and remember this
take down the Man one smile at a time
and now you know me and I know you
and we both know of nothing worse
than the mundane, the ordinary, the average, the indescent man
Don't fret the magnification of your awareness
and try to just sit back and laugh
your love is magnified too
and through that love, your purification occurs
coupled with the strengthing of a great resolve
and don't let anyone tell you that you are sick
you are not, my dear friend, you are NOT
and goddamn the fools who told you you were
and you need to realize who you really are
You are one of the higher men, the noble men
be proud of your nobility, it separates you
from that which you profess to disgust
and realize the power you truly have
you can do anything that you wish
and do not give anyone power over you
because you are great, with a strong will
and goddamn that moaning
and can your eyes bear to see
and can you bear it when your stomach caves in
from your own great nausea, contempt, and disgust?
and can your heart bear the doubt
from the clawing of your own beast?
but wait, I forgot my lines
to sing what words, what song, for who?
and your habits of underestimation
still serve to blind your eyes
and your horrible judgements