Before I begin writing down my
Bizarre thoughts in a poetic form
Beware, you have been forewarned.
Baffling blend that defies categorization
Bedazzled, you’ll be, I am sure
Baleful and quite a bit, say, unsettling;
Besides all that, you’ll be surprised,
Breathtaking will be your experience
Beautiful even and at times, oh, I say
Brilliant, for I write outstandingly.
Bashful I certainly am not, you see
Babbling drunk but speaking the truth
Backpedaling is simply not my trait,
But you will enjoy whatever I write—
Bewitching, bold and beyond compare.
taxonomic rank
lions tigers cats oh my
phylum and class
mammal of course
categorization
above my head
Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
Don't worry about oblivion
You are all the colors in one
You may not get all the attention
Don't worry about oblivion
Of complex categorization
In arts, you're a color my hun
Don't worry about oblivion
You are all the colors in one
quenching a dangerous
thirst in what is to be believed
a tame & safe manner,
indulging in the genius
characters developed by
madwo/men & thrown into
print (eprint), slapped up
in celluloid or cast out
down the river of internet
viral to disseminate itself
without blame into the hearts
& minds of everyone---
this inspiration like staring
into the eyes of a serial
killer whose just finished
their breakfast in a diner &
not having the slightest idea
about what is on her/his
to-do list for the day or
sitting down with a
hired killer (soldier) who
has literally just washed
their hands of the blood spurt
after stabbing an “enemy”
to death---
this kind of reality is intense,
precise & without obligation
to the factors of selection,
labeling & quick categorization
which befalls the wealth of
all our common, boring,
predictable actions &
words.
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put, the contest is not for the faint of heart.
Testing the spine of the spineless
demi-gods of media-o-craSS-y against each other
often produces hilarious outcomes, balloons full of
hot air which rise, sinkers like submarines
A-bombs which ann-I-oH-late beating the literal
pants of of pre-despotic predators!
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A confab of convicts crashing the party of humanity
for their own con-test, loot-seekers all.
Blue ribbon, hollow trophy-seeking, baby kissers.
Even the best of these deep thinkers seldom
produce products which do more
than a-GRAND-Ize themselves.
Hitler con-tested the right to breath of the non
Aryan races...now that's surely contestable?
Kings and demagogue contest the human rights
of man daily, throwing female babies out with the trash.
So in an effort to auto adjust this neolith-ICK behavior
I vote we go sans test!
*There are no spelling errors here
what you see is poetic license.
This is about a drug that I got into to..
I have gotten help and Im alright now..
The monster pulls me in
The monster holds me tight
The monster lets me fly
The monster lets me be high
The monster makes me feel great
The monster lets me fail
The monster lets me crash and burn
The monster doesnt let me down.
I know were to find it
I know how to use it
I know the way it makes me feel
But why do I let it control me.
The monster is taking control
I cant let it go....
About why I put it in the categorization war.
To me getting to stop a drug is war, not only for you but for the people around you
Vacant deepening sounds,
Carrying across the folio of my needs.
Rapt to the wind in melody,
And helps me fall to my knees.
Taken by the fear of categorization,
Of in our skin where we once felt.
Feel how it has come to delay.
Continually alive and dependent we've become,
In it's illusion we're love's slave.
Holding the despair in my left,
And the built timeless enduring on my right.
Staying awake the trying of my attention,
I stumble from my blindness in dense night.
I am not to loose my sense to breathe,
In future nights swallowed ash felt complete.
Out of all fires that belong to me,
This one begging for your release.