Life's absurdity is...

UnbornBuddha · 05-27-2016, 03:34 AM

Recollecting the basis for my intellectual hatred,
Latent memories vent, and we get a sense of creation.
It all started when my brain began dissecting statements
Connecting ideas that led to hellish places.
Awaiting relief, but I only grew more tense from waiting.
The cosmos breath was fading
And here I was, suspended in its cadence.
Hoping to see an angelic painting
Afraid to factor in my true destination.
Being okay with feeling death's sensation.
Letting Poe's raven out his mental cage
Therefore letting destiny transcend its page.
I admit I confess, I have lesser cravings
But I close my eyes and then erase them.
My alias exists because I'm an alien in sin.
Existential bliss turning into a plagued abyss.
Imagine an angel with inflammation in his wings
Crying out, so Satan comes to save him from this.
How's that for a visual disturbance?
Knowledge doesn't exist its a myth that we're learning.
Every night I lie crippled and turning, listening to my nerves twist.
My lips quiver, dripping bourbon. Liver detergent.
In the midst of all this there's a giggling emergence.
A moment of clarity, like a rippling stone in the middle of my soul.
I start scribbling notes, so I don't forget any literal quote.
I used to wish some voice would whisper my purpose
Until I actually heard it. And outgrew my mystical yearning.
But, that turned out to be an illusion,
So I wouldn't feel so inflicted and worthless.
Ha ha, life itself is the oldest ancient saying
Proverbial mayhem, a highly coercive matrix
Filled with absurd captions. Word tangents.
I live in a humble abode but I prefer mansions.
I'm a berserk madmen, but only within my pensive playpen.
Pain is irrelevant, so increase the weight on my skeleton.
The blood in my veins is venomous, stained with sedatives
A heritage of heretics, but still greatly intelligent.
But, I want to be less depraved and negative
So I soak my brain in the nebulous,
Thereby escaping this temporal-spatial elements.
Age is relative, but that's something we say in estimate
Because we're afraid of its endlessness.

05-27-2016, 03:34 AM	#1
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	Life's absurdity is... Recollecting the basis for my intellectual hatred, Latent memories vent, and we get a sense of creation. It all started when my brain began dissecting statements Connecting ideas that led to hellish places. Awaiting relief, but I only grew more tense from waiting. The cosmos breath was fading And here I was, suspended in its cadence. Hoping to see an angelic painting Afraid to factor in my true destination. Being okay with feeling death's sensation. Letting Poe's raven out his mental cage Therefore letting destiny transcend its page. I admit I confess, I have lesser cravings But I close my eyes and then erase them. My alias exists because I'm an alien in sin. Existential bliss turning into a plagued abyss. Imagine an angel with inflammation in his wings Crying out, so Satan comes to save him from this. How's that for a visual disturbance? Knowledge doesn't exist its a myth that we're learning. Every night I lie crippled and turning, listening to my nerves twist. My lips quiver, dripping bourbon. Liver detergent. In the midst of all this there's a giggling emergence. A moment of clarity, like a rippling stone in the middle of my soul. I start scribbling notes, so I don't forget any literal quote. I used to wish some voice would whisper my purpose Until I actually heard it. And outgrew my mystical yearning. But, that turned out to be an illusion, So I wouldn't feel so inflicted and worthless. Ha ha, life itself is the oldest ancient saying Proverbial mayhem, a highly coercive matrix Filled with absurd captions. Word tangents. I live in a humble abode but I prefer mansions. I'm a berserk madmen, but only within my pensive playpen. Pain is irrelevant, so increase the weight on my skeleton. The blood in my veins is venomous, stained with sedatives A heritage of heretics, but still greatly intelligent. But, I want to be less depraved and negative So I soak my brain in the nebulous, Thereby escaping this temporal-spatial elements. Age is relative, but that's something we say in estimate Because we're afraid of its endlessness.