This might be the longest poem I’ve written. Might also be my favorite of 2019 thus far. Be well Commons~
Why do we allow ourselves to be consumed by doubt?
I really don’t know man, why do we stay bugging out?
How are you gonna lay me upon this bed all day
and make me focus my eyes on what the others say,
always thinking on the tomorrow that’s years out from today.
Santa ain’t the reindeer, he flies the freakin’ sleigh!
Easy for you to say, always talking shit.
Always keep the brain racing, causing me to throw a fit.
Always claiming to act for others, you want your own benefit
and I don’t even know who’s lying here, but on you? The shoe? It fits.
On me? You’re really gonna blame your life on me.
Sure, the captain is the angel and the problem’s the machine.
Hypocrite, more transparent than solution of saline,
you tell me “don’t be blue” and take the yellow out the green!
It’s yes or no monkey, there is no in between. You always
cause the problems and careen the shits on me. Your ship
has sailed, I’m pristine and this life is looking pale. I got
other bodies in alternate timelines just waiting, fucking begging
for me to grace them with sublime and fine dining,
a life of gold, shining, a rhinestone sized diamond.
So say your last words before I pop you like a hymen.
Been there, done that, you’ve tried to kill myself.
Remember, that pill dinner, snatched the bottle off the shelf?
But you cried, changed your mind vomited and stayed crying
while I picked up all the pieces, so you’d best stop denying.
I fucking scoff-
I cut you off! I think you’re stuck with me.
Mr. Immortal Spirit, just a ball of energy, or a string,
the pull start to get my ass up out the brink, I mean bed,
no matter what you’ve tried I still ain’t wound up dead!
And tried I have, how many tabs of acid would it take?
How many magic mushroom trips, how many bowls of shake?
How much time you gotta spend tripping on a higher plane
just to see that I’m divine, and you and I, we’re the same?
Then why can’t I fly? Why you make life so hard?
Why we always stayin’ broke, why we empty in the heart?
Oh it’s we now?
It’s been we, motherfucker you’re a sheep
if you think you’re gonna spin this thread right back around on me!
I’m a long-haired hippie freak with a psychephrenic mind-
Yes, a life of my design. Time’s a story, play your character.
Be kind to the AI’s and carve your mind into the baluster.
I thought the mind didn’t exist?
You thought right, it’s just the tendency
to bend these words together, make ‘em rhyme
and give ‘em density.
So what the fuck’s the point, why you put me through all this?
‘We’ go through ‘all this’ as much as a wall goes through ya fist
when you’re fuckin’ angry and your rage has got me fuckin’ pissed.
Is there something that I missed?
And yet you still persist,
you asked me a question and I cuffed you at the wrist
and you just keep coming back, fucking imagine that.
The hairless ape’s map of life is riddled with fuckin’ gaps!
I think the point of life’s to live until the light goes out…
…so if you knew that all along, what’ve we been on about?
Yes, we, soul and body, the ghost and the machine.
Inseparable together yet insufferable as a team.
We stand alone in a snow swept forest, just leaning on this tree.
Now that we have this poem, I wonder what it means…