Dec 06, 2003 00:14
As some of you may know I regard myself as a bit a of a lyricist but as of late I haven't been doing very much in that vein. I'm not sure why but for the most part I stopped writing alot of stuff like I used too. The last full song I wrote was this summer. Anyways I felt the urge to try something tonight so I sat down and just went at it. Just violently typing away coming up with points as they came and basically just exploring. I wrote about 3 pages before even looking up from the keyboard. Its a great feeling and some of it came out really well. I feel like showing showing off this one bit in particular so I'm gonna be a whore and post in here. Please comment and make fun of me for my pretentious pseudo-intellectual bastard poetry.
I’m searching for everything and finding comfort in the nothing
That’s seems to cling to me
Like a ghost on my trail
The truth is delicate and elusive
And its quantum because it’ll leave the moment you watch it
So leave questions of truth to the poets
The philosophers and scholars
To minds greater than ours
My regards belong to the cynics, the realists
And all of the misguided idealists
The concerns of this mind
Don’t concern those of any superior stature
I’ve contented myself
With knowing nothing but accepting that
From that nothing I know more than most
Let me preach on my pedestal
I’ll throw up my soap box on the corner
And pillage your ears with my savage jargon
Of white bred speech from suburban streets
The talk of the basement generation
We’ve been negated to spaces neglected by others
We’ve been sheltered by cold cement walls that cover
Colder New England winters that keep me shivering in silence
And in silence I’ll keep my secrets for all time honestly
And I swear I can
I can make something from what I’ve been given
Or at least that’s what I want
That’s what I’ll say for now
But when no ones looking I’m go back to the couch
I’ll recline and watch TV for hours
Where’s the moral in that?
I need no justification for that