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The Unfiltered Perception
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The Unfiltered Perception |
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Nikerlz Junior Member
since 2006-08-31
Posts 37California |
Sorry this is so long, i greatly appreciate every one that takes the time to read it. I started writting and couldnt stop. Thank you for your time. Each note connects to sing the song which rocks the race We speak words inept language with disgrace Each color connects to light the sky that paints the view This visions for me and you Each color defines this race Always a reminder of disgrace To sleep in a pillowed bed Sultry wisdom in the head I swear ill sing visions of a new This songs kept for me and you How do you choose words worth the power of depression How can you place the line that defines losing a loved one How can you write poetry about endless nights And how can you define those delights, Expressing emotion through words reality Will never tell me where Ive been Loss of quality has dropped too thin Only a hint of lines of dreams of peace This memories wearing thin Counting on a languid whim Words got me the wound And can get me well They have proven nothing to tell I live my life in infantile curiosity Theres no telling what ill be Counting on a languid breeze The wind has blown from thick to thin Theres no telling where it ends Please remember when you were born Heros lurked in every invisible form Imagination took light Took life Living of magic and miracle Somewhere from now from then This memory has worn too thin Counting on a languid whim Will never shown me where Ive been Plants are living why cant you see The slower consciousness Divide a timeless cure Plants are living Knowing to grow Growing to know Is the ultimate consciousness Happening so slow You can barely see For if one knew The beggings end Eternity One would be nature itself Dreaming a code impossible Going back Is everybody In Or is nature wearing too thin? Once the arts and tools of human expression had been developed It lead to compulsion By which I mean Everyone is completely compulsive in nature Animals of every kind Reminders nature left behind We do what we do And it just does Because Whether you believe or not God has addictions too Just like me and you Advent of language And tools and art Did nature accept a new compulsion Being perfected for thousands of years Has us hurdling to utter ignorance fears Or Loss of infinite Identity Becoming more and more Product of self expression Social compulsion Mathematics and science Answers of every kind Symmetry Reminders nature left behind Because now and then The world is set up in such a way It seems In order to live One must buy into whats all around us Without a hint of even knowing it Without a hint of reflection Were becoming And coming to an age Consuming Well finally pay Technology blinds us from the fact Behind your eyes Lies natures most complex form Of this shard Of time Of glass Broken infinitely fine Id Ego Super ego Fermented of infinite wine Thought to think were gods Food for thought Blood meal For the plant thats plowed When it feels right You always beg for a second twice Because we were given the ability To do whats right Only making our way to the light To use a gift Conscious Our place Role Right Revolutions impossible fight Denial Constitution has lost its sight Break on through And leaving behind Hell on earth Is easy to find Only trying to do whats right Sometimes Rhyme finds reason Flight Always beg for a second twice Grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives Separate In fleet Of the swarming wisdom of the streets You arent a god until you die young The only flaw youve ever known Please end this crucified view The difference seen Through and through Pure hearts come from any race Any face The strong thrive The weak survive Peace comes from any heart Held its worth like an art Slash of color Bit of hate This art comes from any fate Watch me suffer From intrinsic fear Home is neither here nor near Because you dont choose the home your born Take your life and watch it form The good die young Through lifes infant song Crude satyr Bring me home Where worlds innocent eyes Take look upon childhood peace Where emotions take full hand Dont forget the innocent land This world has more to offer Blind with mystery Childhood curiosity Ignorance and strength Imagination of length Where reason stops nothing From taking splendid flight Invincible men and women Herculean strength in disguise Clark Kent Two identities Ones a lie Created by suppression Of lifes liberty nostalgia For rhyme and reason Dont let those seemingly elder lies Blind us from the reasons why The old think their wise Better off With Juvenile eyes Form from rhythm Chaos Sensitivity to initial conditions Never behold Some things can never be told Opposite from the things to teach Thats why you should never preach One man sees opportunity The other sees freedom enterprise A promise land Bound by demise A wrinkle of time That takes shape in Holographic memories present past Soft smooth skin Drawn by impenetrable kin Music takes the place of linguistic birth Upon the tremendous evolutionary pressures Of spoken worth Begging for communications instinctual Syllable Rhythm A vision in the soft arroyos Home and birth Fetal position Begging for linguistic right Passage in jaws of time The past is holographic in line I guess This memory will do just fine Weve always been Replaying lifes instinctual rhyme I cant make sense of this coulded haze I wish i could find brighter days So instinct kicks in And i run Endurance And it tells a story The sound of beat The sound of feet Slapping rhythm Constant pounding Skeletal bone binding To Tissue pulse finding Elegantly controlled homeostasis Pounding feet Hide and seek A meek siloutte Singing oxygen regret Breathing Slow And Controlled In rhythm with a pounding fleet Heart and chest thumping Determination pumping Nirvana bliss floating Along the trampled history track Doing it right wont take me back When I first saw you Indescribable feeling Perfect hips and finger tips But time has changed And caressed its form Stroke Syllable beat Born a world Reflecting syllables meet Born to speak Your time is now But I dont know how To make a change The only thing thats Kept me from sane Cut of throat This boat rocks the race Where rolling waves wont Lap against a moon of tide Stiff against her rocky pride As if The past weve met Something impossible to forget Shes a rolling stroke of art Making her way to my heart |
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