logic
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Dual personalities living within myself
Oh you said therapy? Nah, I don't need no help
Shit ain't black and white, it ain't everybody
It ain't right to kill, still might catch a body
Resurrect it like Jesus,
She keeps me tossing and turning at night
As he forces me to wake up at first light
She believes in love at first sight
And he strengthens the grip on her kite
Now I TRULY BELIEVE That My Poetic Readings...
Reflect A ... Voice of Reason...
That’s NOT Always Pleasing...
But Deals In Straight Speaking...
That REJECTS... Deceiving... !!!
And The Type of Glass Ceilings...
Easing up with my feelings, emotions get out of shape
Exercise, I’m working em out
No ones gonna help me
My own mind this word to my mouth
My thoughts like a wheel and a tire
I’m burning them out
Cuz you know,
why you gotta try?
Plenty of people have gone through life
not trying or caring
so why me?
Cuz you know,
why you gotta think?
I've met plenty of people in my life
The green glass doorThe double letter dilemmaKeeping logic livelyLooking less appealing each dayRealizing reality is really dullWe should instead kill senseAnd hold on to lost letters
When assigning colors to things, I think that:
Logic is black against white and white against black.
Often, I find myself beset by blues,
Often, I see such lunacy.
Often, I find myself seeing interviews,
Often, I see people as crazy.
Often, I find myself depressed by the news,
Often, I see insanity.
Tears flow freely down the slope of your cheek, concentrated with sadness.
Eyes look up filled with betrayal. Why, why now?
"Am I not everything you ever wanted, am I not enough? "
My brain fights my heart
I beg for it to stop.
As it clogs my veins,
I begin to rot.
I embrace the bait
and I just want to shout
“Fuck you fate!”
My eyes hush the tears,
Maximillian was a boy
and oh, how coy was this boy
to alleviate his cordoroy!
It's almost scary
to think of Teresa and Mary
as an audience not contrary
to the values Max deluged
I'm looking around
I see the world is a wreck
Nobody wants to work
They want that welfare check
Wondering why their kids don't
Have any respect
For me, my drummer beats,
Da boom, da boom.
He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo.
When I'm running--
Dadub-dadub-dadub!
Or when I meditate,
Daa boom. Daa boom.
The problem we face
Is one of pride;
We want to believe
That the answer's inside
So we build with our hands
And observe with our eyes,
Jump to conclusions
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
I know you wish I were more human.I know you wish I were not so much of a machine.But my brain is clouded with clockworks and gizmos,With electrical impulses, ones and zeros,
I find feelings scary.
They tend to make people
Do uncontrollable things.
I find logic powerful
For logic comes
From the defeat of the monster
That is feeling.
Listen with your eyes closed, in the silence of the night.
You'll hear the battle sounds of the inner organs fight.
Logic's head comes out with gloves of steel, prepared to break and bruise.
