(i)
".. ah the implications of life
i hate being confronted by past, not-so confined
oh my present &...the root to reach future, un-divined
the world gone lost in infatuation & I - in analogies of love, hardly pristine..
.. being swung by lonely nights
I - the ME - wondering, what's life?
but... ah, the implications of life
... bewitching me by the theory of past, extraordinarily inclined...”
(ii)
“... it's such a shame, when you got life to be lived
you ain't so live it with peace,
thou' rejoice "Resting In Peace" especially...
when death welcomes you to get you slept in...
..deepest in the funeral of your necropolis made up of concretes
oh the life gone -- the implications of life, forlorn
i hate being confronted by past every time the past gotten by misery, i mourn..."
(iii)
“...people indulging pain --
the pain coming in guise of love, so tamed
i'm no-one to O-B-J-E-C-T anyone in the world of none, i hum
every-time am asked,
...what’s love? I answer, “Love’s pain.” my chum!
Damn...
if love's so pain then i guess, am being drunk in... in
the theory of love - the love, un-shamed...
... am i drunk? "no!" but probably "yes"
just like the world's drunk, am drunk;
likewise you damn drunk, am being drunk;
likelihood, the love seemed drunk, yes, am gone drunk
& if you think you are what you are, yes, i claim,
it's not me but you the goddamn you #$%(!)@! drunk!”
(iv)
“... every single moment i supposed to remove my past
& everything related to its L-E-D-screen - the darkness - my life,
i'm being confronted by me, the mirror of past - the nocturnal nights
that once i used to swing in, no matter...
at what age i was being so drunken & the world - full of lies...
.. ah the implications of life, every-time i tryna ignore others,
i'm being ignored by so-called me, shall i smile?
oh, you people goddamn materialized
& the world followed by materialism, baby... the fake-ness symbolized...”
(pause)
... beep
& then wha... what?
(pause)
a second later...
“...everybody spend their whole life in "thinking" rather...
doing what they goddamn intend to do
& in between that, ah, yeah, you loose the REAL you...
yeah the real you...
being lost in the metro of thoughts wrapped up in you...
every-time you tryna get yourself healed up,
your melancholy thoughts got you goddamn lost in you.
yeah, you can't burn your past neither...
... can ev'r get rid off of its ambivalent vibes
as long as you being lost in you - the thoughts of you!”
(v)
The more you tryna turn your face off gone-things, more you turn yourself... your life off the world you living in. Funny it's but you got yourself unbound by the implications of life having you pretty swung within, & no matter what your goddamn day of next day might be
'bout, you can never ev’r be what you wish to be for.. as long as you ain't
stop thinking & start embracing on .. the realism of doing, but oh the sin...
Damnit S-I-N
Yeah, hallo holla...
"eh yo, mia .. where's moe?"
"moww?"
oh, i mean, mah hoe?
"damn, man.. mia moe, i hear, hoe sayin' HO!
get yourself unclothed rather doin' vow woe. Damn!"
“.. the sin got people lost in sinner-world
every-time they step in confronting hearts,
oh, the real hunger got ‘em pretty-numbed
& later, people understand, oh man, loves hurt!
(vi)
You may choose to be lived with peace, love & lights, but
rather doin' so you embracing recalling the death, never declined
"... ah the implications of life
neither it let me live nor let me die
am i being dead or conspiracy got me alive?
nothing left to be lived for, oh lord,
am none to me, i cry. what shall i do? shall i cry?
every-time i tryna remove what i wrote in past,
life imprinting the ink of present --
... oh my present being hung in 'twix the roots unroot, i repast
The rubber - my life. The quill - my night.
what shall i chose to write with & to rub for? my Lord...
i’m being stuck in the analogies of infatuated night, “69” dwarf billboard...
“.... i singing blues to darkest life;
hate being confronted..
... thou' oft. popped up by mah past, my past reunite..."
(vii)
“... the peace never found in the funeral of life
but deepest in the core of heart being lost in implications of life
people only watch what they picturized in the grave of their sinister mind
so i wonder, how to find peace, if it's already resided to contemporary night?
am being lost in me & me - in uncertain typos of curtained life
i ain't know what i gotta do with people outta mind, but i guess..
first i gotta understand...
am either goddamn being stuck in the implications of life,
singing the rhapsody - a lullaby: oh my past, not-so confined (but reunite)
& the root to equidistant present approached by distant future, seemed undivined
am hung in 'twix the tapestry of gone-time;
don't know which way i gotta choose to walk on
everywhere i move... do find the "killings of perpetual vibes" --
oh the analogies of love & the love...
being stuck in goddamn implications of life - the life people visualized..."
",,, but the past's always reunite!"
".. ah the implications of life
i hate being confronted by past, not-so confined
oh my present &...the root to reach future, un-divined
the world gone lost in infatuation & I - in analogies of love, hardly pristine..
.. being swung by lonely nights
I - the ME - wondering, what's life?
but... ah, the implications of life
... bewitching me by the theory of past, extraordinarily inclined...”
(ii)
“... it's such a shame, when you got life to be lived
you ain't so live it with peace,
thou' rejoice "Resting In Peace" especially...
when death welcomes you to get you slept in...
..deepest in the funeral of your necropolis made up of concretes
oh the life gone -- the implications of life, forlorn
i hate being confronted by past every time the past gotten by misery, i mourn..."
(iii)
“...people indulging pain --
the pain coming in guise of love, so tamed
i'm no-one to O-B-J-E-C-T anyone in the world of none, i hum
every-time am asked,
...what’s love? I answer, “Love’s pain.” my chum!
Damn...
if love's so pain then i guess, am being drunk in... in
the theory of love - the love, un-shamed...
... am i drunk? "no!" but probably "yes"
just like the world's drunk, am drunk;
likewise you damn drunk, am being drunk;
likelihood, the love seemed drunk, yes, am gone drunk
& if you think you are what you are, yes, i claim,
it's not me but you the goddamn you #$%(!)@! drunk!”
(iv)
“... every single moment i supposed to remove my past
& everything related to its L-E-D-screen - the darkness - my life,
i'm being confronted by me, the mirror of past - the nocturnal nights
that once i used to swing in, no matter...
at what age i was being so drunken & the world - full of lies...
.. ah the implications of life, every-time i tryna ignore others,
i'm being ignored by so-called me, shall i smile?
oh, you people goddamn materialized
& the world followed by materialism, baby... the fake-ness symbolized...”
(pause)
... beep
& then wha... what?
(pause)
a second later...
“...everybody spend their whole life in "thinking" rather...
doing what they goddamn intend to do
& in between that, ah, yeah, you loose the REAL you...
yeah the real you...
being lost in the metro of thoughts wrapped up in you...
every-time you tryna get yourself healed up,
your melancholy thoughts got you goddamn lost in you.
yeah, you can't burn your past neither...
... can ev'r get rid off of its ambivalent vibes
as long as you being lost in you - the thoughts of you!”
(v)
The more you tryna turn your face off gone-things, more you turn yourself... your life off the world you living in. Funny it's but you got yourself unbound by the implications of life having you pretty swung within, & no matter what your goddamn day of next day might be
'bout, you can never ev’r be what you wish to be for.. as long as you ain't
stop thinking & start embracing on .. the realism of doing, but oh the sin...
Damnit S-I-N
Yeah, hallo holla...
"eh yo, mia .. where's moe?"
"moww?"
oh, i mean, mah hoe?
"damn, man.. mia moe, i hear, hoe sayin' HO!
get yourself unclothed rather doin' vow woe. Damn!"
“.. the sin got people lost in sinner-world
every-time they step in confronting hearts,
oh, the real hunger got ‘em pretty-numbed
& later, people understand, oh man, loves hurt!
(vi)
You may choose to be lived with peace, love & lights, but
rather doin' so you embracing recalling the death, never declined
"... ah the implications of life
neither it let me live nor let me die
am i being dead or conspiracy got me alive?
nothing left to be lived for, oh lord,
am none to me, i cry. what shall i do? shall i cry?
every-time i tryna remove what i wrote in past,
life imprinting the ink of present --
... oh my present being hung in 'twix the roots unroot, i repast
The rubber - my life. The quill - my night.
what shall i chose to write with & to rub for? my Lord...
i’m being stuck in the analogies of infatuated night, “69” dwarf billboard...
“.... i singing blues to darkest life;
hate being confronted..
... thou' oft. popped up by mah past, my past reunite..."
(vii)
“... the peace never found in the funeral of life
but deepest in the core of heart being lost in implications of life
people only watch what they picturized in the grave of their sinister mind
so i wonder, how to find peace, if it's already resided to contemporary night?
am being lost in me & me - in uncertain typos of curtained life
i ain't know what i gotta do with people outta mind, but i guess..
first i gotta understand...
am either goddamn being stuck in the implications of life,
singing the rhapsody - a lullaby: oh my past, not-so confined (but reunite)
& the root to equidistant present approached by distant future, seemed undivined
am hung in 'twix the tapestry of gone-time;
don't know which way i gotta choose to walk on
everywhere i move... do find the "killings of perpetual vibes" --
oh the analogies of love & the love...
being stuck in goddamn implications of life - the life people visualized..."
",,, but the past's always reunite!"
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