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The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread
Contributed by
Jyssvw
on
Wednesday, 8th March 2006 @ 09:29:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Don’t blink an eyelid
Or you may miss the end
Remiss and spend
Your last moments laid-up awake in your bed
Don’t split a second
Into segments of time
Imagination refined
A new outlook on the wolves who cry
Can’t be forgiven
Forgive yourself first
Commit to your health
Omit negativity from among your space
Not to be mistaken
With sincere dedication
Absolute certainty
Mistaken identity was the fault of intuition
Abdicate your high pillar
Stand down to great things
Admit your failure
And relearn old tricks
Suffocate dirty air in a plastic bag
Espouse clean thoughts
Dirty minds bear no cost
One day at a time when time is lost
Won’t be intimidated
Pushed around then squashed
Made to become agitated, aggravated
Compounded with variables of biological mandates
Don’t even try with a bother
Get high with another
Chronic rule offender
Haven’t reached the goal yet
If a goal was ever set
If objects of affection remain elusive
Disconnect
Promises are for pretenders
When reality takes the bait
Autonomy is up for debate
Chronologically this is how it relates
To an hypothesis of historical account negate
Propagate to breed contempt
To ease privileges
Release hostages
Appease the goddess
Of appointed justice
Angels with harps
Dog kettle erupts with barks
Theocracy on the march
A bureaucracy built
The prodigy teaches the protégé
And he improves his chances
One day at a time
Don’t be ashamed of who am I?
Alarmed at the rate of decline
She loves me in the morning
But in the evening will she still be mine?
Don’t be fooled
By motivated thieves of jewels
Ridiculed, for spices cooked in food
Rice in fields of corn grown
Won’t get teary eyed, effeminate disparage
Humanity must oblige, to the intermarriage
Patriotic sons of war may soon come to realize
Propaganda is eased into the soft mind
Can’t decide what to do next
Which muscle to flex
What area of my body hurts worse then my neck
Have my legs begun sleep without me
Will they wake and find me dead
Rippled energy through my head
Constant imagery
Unlikely scenarios
Blowing through the stereo
Tiny holes in speak boxes of electronic gadgets
Messages from planets, measuring light years in distance
Clear frequency of static résistance
Reluctance to share secrets
Weary of each owns capacity to release its debts
Call in their armies
Withdraw their troops
Align with uniform coupes
Design a new method
Concocted ideas of revolutionary proportions connected
In solitary confinement
The torture commences
The backlash is reprehensive
The people are represented
The moral authority to inflict my restraint
Relative weakness
In terms of scattered defeatist
Sacrificial elitists
Matrimonial proceedings
In courts of judicial wholeness
Part brave
Part pure boldness
Part intoxicating
Aromas filtrating through the ventilation scheme
Don’t sit !
There is no time to stand
Less agility more hostile demands
Compromised mobility a stranger seeks aid in enemy lands
In enemy hands
________
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Copyright ©
Jyssvw
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2006-03-08 21:29:47]
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Re: The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread
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by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 8th March 2006 @ 10:27:19 PM AEST
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I like this. It's a little strange, and I can't quite make my mind up about what this is really saying, but I love how it seems to speed up and slow down, and how it almost seems like a rap, but better written :P
Anyway, nice write.
Phil xxx
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