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ive been out gathalathumping through the wirey worlds of this site, consuming many eyepeeling posts.
eyepeeling...appealing?
uphealing
unhearing
uptoothed behooved
now snoozing
i just wonder many things about this fine fine world in where we all come to spit out those things we'd never say to anyone that has ears
i was out climbing a mountain today and saw a buzzard perched near a tree.
i asked him "buzzard whats your name?"
"Sqaulk"
he walked away
this is the meandering mind of a man whome has none
recently my minds have stopped
and how joyous and frieghtful it is
my mind, the best lover ive ever known, would never leave me...i thought
but now i am free, or so i think
or atleast im disregarding it
where o where could your paper have gone?
i just might eat it todaay
and little billy, the common cliche, sat on the rocks thinking about all the words he hasnt yet said
planning out his next move, moving only in words
billy plays actor in the world beyond his brain
but then so do his friends, who never visit
and then you ask yourself, what the hell are you writeing
well this is a collage of thought, specifically made for all the pretty little eyes that feed it
"nothing can stop me" said the hands
as they galloped across the keys
the skies, the seas
they know me better than me!
and there it is!
they all know my next move, billys next move.
they anticipate it.
they are bored by his obvious lack of sense.
they cannot see him, and he doesnt want to be seen
BUT it tears him apart like fire
there is no one in the world that will ever know him
better than the mirror
his face resembles that of a tv
glowing only when someone watches
poor billy, left alone, wanting alone
praising the hand deaths dealt him
this journey
his jounrney
is all hes got
for hes living for the day, when old age will take him away
make whats nothing for him not
no one will ever read his words, if they do it will be only for a moment, because billy isnt that dedicated to living his dreams out
i dont know how all this crumbling started but it works
like a nice release of medicine
it hits like the advil
so slowly that no one recognizes it
i was sitting today wondering about the creeks
and all the little critters that drink from it
then i poured some oil in my gullet and choked all the way to the refinery
they took me in, noureshed me
gave me a nice engine to use the oil
then when it was gone, my engine began creeking
and thats how i became a creek
a stream of thought thinks about nothing
say that
sometimes i get all smurkey reading some little lines
murkey little creeks
How do you do?
well i do what i can when the time allows me
No way
you speak in riddles little...
Grimace
your a...grimace...
In the flesh
well im glad to know youve had a good day!
How do you reckon?
i never crash
How do you know?
by thinking a lot then deciding
Ok...
little grimace you stupid git
Its you whos stupid!
me?! hah
Hah!? look whos laughing!
you are..little grimace
and thats how i make a grimace laugh
so...if you made a grimace laugh...did you kill it?
I released it i suppose.
from?
Its destiny
ooo nicey put
I do what i can
canoodling over a virtual fire will help you peel bannanas
i find it that if your not writing wholly then your not writing at all
if someone can get a picture of you in your words...your not writing well enough
well well well
the ol ben has another adventure in the confident world of the black and whites
thats what typing is to the illiterate
their derrogatory terms
i dont even know what illiterate means
can they not speak!?
can they not sing?!?
ooo
they cant express themself
here is MY art
my alliteration
does it make me ill?!
nay
it feeds the beats that keeps my feets a-tappin
i think heres where i make sign my name and let it dry
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Posted by benventure on 2008-03-11 02:34:31 | Rating: | Views: 73
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Your art.
Hmmm...along with it..comes a puzzle.
interesting
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-03-13 13:37:26
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i cant paint, nor can i poeticize, i can not dance or act...so i will try my best to create with the words i use
puzzling to use words as colors
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Posted by benventure
on 2008-03-14 02:55:44
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