Brief Description |
~~This poem, I believe, is best read while listening to Frühling in Paris by Rammstein I looped this song for about an hour while writing this piece... The URL.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ZSyB3Tew87s ~~ The screaming pitches of howling galactic storms searing exposures of a dying stars solar blasts immersed in these points of extreme territories this is where I find home Such extremes these mortal minds must carry for in their souls I cannot find such a pulse and so here am i, to mix and be understood by these delicate minded creatures and would love to show them where things like me could find purpose and insight in the places I go innumerable calculations of abstract amounts of unreal combinations precise enough to mold reality your quite short sighted moralities puttering in coyness at my always pervading curiosity of the complexity of your dreams I can not remember when I last slept explosive echoes of cataclysmically livid fury streaming from the atrocious atrocities I must reluctantly endure You think You have a raw deal? the strained yearnings of a cerebral palstic soul aching to share my true opinion of your mind that would truly be enlightening if only you could be convinced to set the prejudices down quietly I hold back the urge to be shared despite the ever clawing roar restrained in my mind that would surely surge out of me like a tsunami but in the next second calms to lazily lapping ripples of an unbothered ocean as the inviting lone melody of an only guitar stops me dead in my tracks under a shady tree on a sunny mild-weathered day in the park |