Poetically Pathetic. A collection of brute poetry for the common man, by the common man.

the forced

inside the regions of my mind,

i twist and turn without the tide, 

which doesn't bring me back to life, 

and turn away for all of time, 

it make no sense but is worth a dime, 

for all is taken but the light, 

and all will break until divine

and all will break. 

until divine. 

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Lost connection

What goes around that empty head?

Corroded cables, transmission dead.

He only recalls the buried past, memories in ashes of time and space. 

What goes on in the empty mind, 

which use to enlighten, all of the time. 

It always held an answer or the key, 

but never said, he'd like to hear it from me. 

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The story of a Indian and a Jew

Data transfer.What a concept, 

we as hue-mans, have to master it yet. 

We arrogantly sit, as we would know. 

But nature has a world to show. 

We're captured by our myDevices, speak to them, date them, marry them and the list goes on. 

For people have yet realized the answer is out there (he points to the forest) over yonder.  

Past the building and over the interstate, you can see a ceder tree that stands proudly. A home of eagles and other wild life that we have endangered.  

That be your Bar-Mitzvah David, in such lands you walk in a child. But walk out a man. 

It will take one fort night

Going through the motions.

Going through the motions, no eye contact needed, no explanation required... but they still question it though.

*take a deep breath*

Thankyoupleaseexcusememisterhaveagooddaywithasideofrice.

Say that four times fast and you'll get a fist full of nothing and a "I really care about what you have to say to me"  blank stare that stares back into the blankness of blank. #blanketlyblankblank. With a side of blank.

This isn't a direct rant,
This isn't a indirect rant,
This is a rant to end all rants.
This is a rant for the freedom to rant.
This is not a rant.
This rant may be about you.

Wear the shoe if it fits like a glove.

You see.
We have to much arrogance, yet nothing to show for it.
We live pay check to pay check, yet we pretend we only have disposable income.
We are the "I got this generation", when in reality "we ain't got nuthin' " (pardon the shift into AA vernacular)
We have freedom of speech, but we get looked down upon for practicing it.
We're currently in a world where using the terms: retard, faggot, black, white, Chinese, Arab and lesbian, etc...will automatically black list you, I hope black list isn't a racists term too, and make you the bad guy.
So you need to praise the faggot, which you never had a problem with in the first place. You have to have patience with the retard, when their the ones with the problem. And you have to limit your adjectives when you describe a person, for fear of coming off as the bad guy.
And to top it off you're still a bad guy when you don't hold the door for the bitch with the over inflated ego that won't even acknowledge your presence when you do hold it.
Not on my watch bub.

So don't ask me how my day is when I cross your path, and don't give me gods blessing when we start/finish a conversation.

Just smile politely and nod your head, because I wouldn't even miss the small talk when I'm dead.

This rant has been brought to you by the artist formally known as #Humping Bear.
Looks like the #WhiteMan won this one.

Thank you for your patronage
-Jp