God
11-27-2004, 05:41 AM
still serve as my alter of disgust
and nothing is really published
and as your dry heaves
makes your stomach bile visible
do you recall the day you said
Love is the way?
and of course this will seem pretension
and of course this will seem vain
but do you still eat, do you still fuck?
Likewise, your cursed vanity is a need
And can you really hide anything anymore?
Is it nakedness that you'd fear, and why?
and would you really want to wear clothes again
without knowing its color, texture, shape?
And when you spew your naked lunch into the vain toilet
wouldn't it be best then to laugh lightly
and what was the thought you thought so highly of?
a nation of blind robots, excuse the indignant tone
and are we the romantic poets?
the outcasts, the outhrown, the unloved
but romance lies next to chaos
take what you may, and move on
to higher peaks
to greater laughters
to noblier heights
with a self-mocking tone of lightness
a gift for words, expression?
and you've simply just got to learn
that graceful art of vanity
and don't forget your nudity either too
and yes, only the great and strong few
have the strength to bear the naked soul
and in my disillusionment
do I really want only the mundane, the ordinary, the average?
and why did the wisdom of silence resound so strongly in you
a nation of cowardly robotic conditioned souls
you think they would really never understand?
well maybe you're just speaking the wrong language
and ah, beyond heaven and hell, please
beliefs that smell of sheep
but you can't judge, only observe
and it's your vanity that seeks to drive you into solitude
curse that misguided beast, and let this not fall
upon the ears of the deaf
and let this be an example, a warning
to what happens when you reject yourself
and let this be a testament to what happens
when all of your gears come grinding to a halt
and maybe this will serve as a testomony
to that type of man, the alone man
that type of which I am,
as are many, many others
and please don't fall into narcissism
and no, you're not the only real one left
and no, you're really not that special
not much different than from anyone else
and how can I throw such naked light onto my own world
It's called consciousness, awareness, acceptance
and you know damn well what to do
and that is to love yourself wholely
but, all you really need to do
is be kind, gentle, & innocent, too
it's the gentle grace that saves
and it's got nothing to do with Jesus
unless you dig spokespersons
and all those dirty people
living in the opposite of truth
blindly believing that they are good
but just look at their unhappiness
and did you learn a healthy disgust
at a young age, of hypocrisy?
and do I make you uncomfortable
and do I make you question
and do I make you think
and do you think I'm evil?
and your pathetic stupidity
and your pathetic apathy
and you just don't care
and you just don't care
and it enslaves you in its chains
and are you not disillusioned?
and maybe someone will hear this
and maybe it will save them too?
and is there a height higher than love?
but what man can answer that question
and our love is our power
and your stupid hate is your weakness
and you've concealed it far too long
and too many angry prophets are rising up
to throw stones at the disgusting lies you perpetuate
hopefully, to open your eyes too
and why are my ears so big?
and does my nakedness scare you?
and if my ears weren't so big
and if you had not mocked them
well, perhaps I could have short hair
and what folly is among those who pity
and maybe I'll spend thousands
to get these large ears trimmed
and make myself out of plastic
just like so many actors do
and it's best to dance over this ocean
with light feet, lightly and gracefully
and to contain your disgust, contempt, & nausea
because you are one of them too
and maybe I should get a wife?
and maybe I should get a house?
and maybe I should buy a car?
and maybe I'm free from my disgust?
and nothing is really published
and as your dry heaves
makes your stomach bile visible
do you recall the day you said
Love is the way?
and of course this will seem pretension
and of course this will seem vain
but do you still eat, do you still fuck?
Likewise, your cursed vanity is a need
And can you really hide anything anymore?
Is it nakedness that you'd fear, and why?
and would you really want to wear clothes again
without knowing its color, texture, shape?
And when you spew your naked lunch into the vain toilet
wouldn't it be best then to laugh lightly
and what was the thought you thought so highly of?
a nation of blind robots, excuse the indignant tone
and are we the romantic poets?
the outcasts, the outhrown, the unloved
but romance lies next to chaos
take what you may, and move on
to higher peaks
to greater laughters
to noblier heights
with a self-mocking tone of lightness
a gift for words, expression?
and you've simply just got to learn
that graceful art of vanity
and don't forget your nudity either too
and yes, only the great and strong few
have the strength to bear the naked soul
and in my disillusionment
do I really want only the mundane, the ordinary, the average?
and why did the wisdom of silence resound so strongly in you
a nation of cowardly robotic conditioned souls
you think they would really never understand?
well maybe you're just speaking the wrong language
and ah, beyond heaven and hell, please
beliefs that smell of sheep
but you can't judge, only observe
and it's your vanity that seeks to drive you into solitude
curse that misguided beast, and let this not fall
upon the ears of the deaf
and let this be an example, a warning
to what happens when you reject yourself
and let this be a testament to what happens
when all of your gears come grinding to a halt
and maybe this will serve as a testomony
to that type of man, the alone man
that type of which I am,
as are many, many others
and please don't fall into narcissism
and no, you're not the only real one left
and no, you're really not that special
not much different than from anyone else
and how can I throw such naked light onto my own world
It's called consciousness, awareness, acceptance
and you know damn well what to do
and that is to love yourself wholely
but, all you really need to do
is be kind, gentle, & innocent, too
it's the gentle grace that saves
and it's got nothing to do with Jesus
unless you dig spokespersons
and all those dirty people
living in the opposite of truth
blindly believing that they are good
but just look at their unhappiness
and did you learn a healthy disgust
at a young age, of hypocrisy?
and do I make you uncomfortable
and do I make you question
and do I make you think
and do you think I'm evil?
and your pathetic stupidity
and your pathetic apathy
and you just don't care
and you just don't care
and it enslaves you in its chains
and are you not disillusioned?
and maybe someone will hear this
and maybe it will save them too?
and is there a height higher than love?
but what man can answer that question
and our love is our power
and your stupid hate is your weakness
and you've concealed it far too long
and too many angry prophets are rising up
to throw stones at the disgusting lies you perpetuate
hopefully, to open your eyes too
and why are my ears so big?
and does my nakedness scare you?
and if my ears weren't so big
and if you had not mocked them
well, perhaps I could have short hair
and what folly is among those who pity
and maybe I'll spend thousands
to get these large ears trimmed
and make myself out of plastic
just like so many actors do
and it's best to dance over this ocean
with light feet, lightly and gracefully
and to contain your disgust, contempt, & nausea
because you are one of them too
and maybe I should get a wife?
and maybe I should get a house?
and maybe I should buy a car?
and maybe I'm free from my disgust?