Xpression.v2

Shambles of Ramble (10/20/2005)

No, I have no interest in walking a mile or inches
I can not be woken even after twenty pinches
Still, damn it itches, my rhyming hand still twitches
I try to write a picture but everything just misses
Cause I’m writing ditches from which I can’t escape
It’s hard to operate when you can never think it straight
Yeah sure, I could bring the hate, but I could never fake it
So just slap me in the brain and fucking try to wake it
And feel so free to shake it, like that shaken baby syndrome
Implant me with some pain, just make sure it’s not silicon
Cause I am still a drone to nothing else that matters
Just watch the image of me and stare as it all shatters
The echoes of the chatter of the people that don’t know
I’m fighting through the static to put on a puppet show
Burning up inside the glow of the lights that never shine
A pressure I put on me that eats at me each time
It beats inside my mind like Donkey Kong upon the bongo
I read through every line and just carry on with my flow
But, what do I know? I’m apparently just emo
“Wherever monkey go, you can be assured that he go”
Yet, as you knock my ego and pick apart my writings
Shredding through the pages with syllabolic timing
Though, you will not see me crying, a thousand left for writing
Your actions like a pill to take my hand and guide me
So, please excite me and do something that is stupid
Go do your little dance and say something that is useless
Just prove to me you’re clueless and let me have some fun
Does this rhyme make any sense? I think I’ll start a new one

Notes: It’s not as easy flowing as some rhymes, but I was just experimenting with this one. I just took any random thoguhts that popped into my head and included them into the piece.

Update: I fixed a few shakey areas. Most aren’t going to like this since the flow isn’t the same as my usual stuff. That’s okay since I don’t care anyway. It’s supposed to be random and stupid and almost trippy.

Filed under: Poems