07-25-2012, 10:29 AM
I thought of the idea of this whilst on the 7 mile walk home from a Rave... A come-down can be humbling.
I have been having trouble with this for a while, I think I have just about cracked it, but I donno. I feel it needs review. Thanks =]
Tc.
Rave-down.
So, I love you.
Or at least, I think I do
until that frightful morning comes,
and I realise I'd rather fracture my thumb
than talk to this stranger for another
knuckle dragging moment;
For their ain't no hope of consolatory
atonement when you find one’s self
blaming time it's self for existing:
prolonging it's self
so that it drags out your suffering.
all this for the sake of the universe's health!
Errgh God Damn,
am I really that selfish that
I would ask a crack in dimensional
space-time fabric like some crazy soddin’ manic
Rose or Einstein figurin’ out a better way to loop back
to their own bed earlier just so they can
lie down, go to sleep and recover?
Fuck it.
‘course I would!
‘Coz can’t you see I'm frightfully starting falter?
‘n’ how my consciousness is about to slip,
with every foot-step, my eyes are forced into slits
feeling it drawing me ever closer like the break of day into
dawn
and just like the sun, my heart’s rising,
pounding, nothing but the onomatopoeia keeping me awake
with the 7 mile promise of home
keeping me staked, gripped into place
amongst the rippling blanket of space-time,
oh whose waves are collapsing in on me,
Oh behold the end of my escapism, watch it fold in upon me!
engulfing me again into this, my endless
rat race, this tail gating consumerism
that defines my need to be ‘endlessly’ happy...
(A constant personal pressure, of mine)
02:58
11/07/12
TDJ Tovey
I have been having trouble with this for a while, I think I have just about cracked it, but I donno. I feel it needs review. Thanks =]
Tc.
Rave-down.
So, I love you.
Or at least, I think I do
until that frightful morning comes,
and I realise I'd rather fracture my thumb
than talk to this stranger for another
knuckle dragging moment;
For their ain't no hope of consolatory
atonement when you find one’s self
blaming time it's self for existing:
prolonging it's self
so that it drags out your suffering.
all this for the sake of the universe's health!
Errgh God Damn,
am I really that selfish that
I would ask a crack in dimensional
space-time fabric like some crazy soddin’ manic
Rose or Einstein figurin’ out a better way to loop back
to their own bed earlier just so they can
lie down, go to sleep and recover?
Fuck it.
‘course I would!
‘Coz can’t you see I'm frightfully starting falter?
‘n’ how my consciousness is about to slip,
with every foot-step, my eyes are forced into slits
feeling it drawing me ever closer like the break of day into
dawn
and just like the sun, my heart’s rising,
pounding, nothing but the onomatopoeia keeping me awake
with the 7 mile promise of home
keeping me staked, gripped into place
amongst the rippling blanket of space-time,
oh whose waves are collapsing in on me,
Oh behold the end of my escapism, watch it fold in upon me!
engulfing me again into this, my endless
rat race, this tail gating consumerism
that defines my need to be ‘endlessly’ happy...
(A constant personal pressure, of mine)
02:58
11/07/12
TDJ Tovey