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In a dreamscape littered with broken nightmares
I come to you to speak to you in a language older than life
A language poisoned with riddles, and riddled with poison
Follow me open your eyes you who are blind
And I will show you
Something different from your reflection refusing to greet you in the mirror
Something different from your tongue rising to take a journey down your throat
I will show you madness in a blot of ink
A rorschach test which you’re sure to fail
In a post apocalyptic paradise of squalor and desperation
I come to you to touch you with fingers older than death
Fingers burning with longing, and longing for burning
I created my own religion
And became it’s antichrist
I will show you what pitch black sounds like
And what dead silence tastes like
And what delirium looks like
And what dementia smells like
And what hallucinations feel like
This is a sick cosmic revolving door of suffering splendor
This is an extremely realistic unreality
This is an extremely unrealistic reality
This is a logical contradiction
An intentional fallacy becomes an unintentional truth
Death becomes life
White becomes down
Black becomes east
This is a paradox
THE paradox
The badass grandmother of all paradoxes
b is a letter
q is a letter
p is a letter
d is a letter
They are all letters
THEY ARE ALL THE SAME ******** LETTER
I crawled out of my own skin
And it fell to the ground not with a thud
But with a whimper that sounded like a scream
I sucked the blood out of time
And made sweet love to space
If death is come I welcome it
We’re old pals
My television asked me if it was my first time
And I said yes be gentle
And then it rammed a baseball bat into a place where baseball bats are not welcome
But “Louisville Slugger” would be a good slang word for a piece of s**t
My sense of self respect died of inoperable cancer
Which is ironic because my sense of self respect was inoperable cancer
It didn’t receive a proper burial
I hung it’s head on a spike as a warning to my other characteristics to stop ******** with my being
Insanity makes sense at the eleventh hour of the third day of deprivation
A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step
But so does a journey off of the top of a building
And that would take you farther than any other journey could
You could travel a million miles and still return
But we won’t be seeing you next tuesday if you flatten your bones into paper
Onto which is etched a crude etymology
My simplicity is vulgar
My vulgarity is euphoric
My euphoria is simplistic
Is your head spinning yet?
Yes?
Well then you better go catch it!
Is this diamond or paste?
Are you diamond or paste?
Are you flesh or feign?
Do you taste the pressure of my words?
Do you hear the density of my language on your skin?
At the end of the universe I wait
Whether you measure that place in time or distance
I wait for you
I wait in vain for such a distance can not be traveled
Such a time cannot be elapsed
But still I wait
For a sign
For a savior
For a reprieve from this constant pleasure
An epic summary
A bright shimmering luminescent black
An inversion of existence
A subversion in the archaic liquid of kings of lepers
A mottled appendage of exquisite perfection
This and all things I give to your mind before dawn
Taste the madness in your cerebellum
Smell the insanity in your occipital lobe
Hear the craziness in your memory
Know that I was here, am here, will be here
Since the dawn of time, during the reign of time, until the end of time
Despise, loath, detest, deny, refuse, reject, me
I am the first and youngest son
Rotting in a ditch on a hot summer day
I am a golden ball
Hidden in the womb of a jackal
I am birth, life, death
I am love, learn, hate
I am
What I am
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Title:
Polymath
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Artist:
sporosofyadah
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Description:
This is a long poem. Basically I don't even remember writing it. I think I must have been blasted on something. w/e. read. rate. comment.
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Date:
03/01/2009
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Tags:
polymath
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