Friday, November 19, 2010

Material Value


the golden sphere one works for
has a value of being desired
but what does it matter
when your the last one thinking about it

post modern verse

Whose value is desired
However, I wonder what's the problem
Thinking about your last one when it

Thursday, November 18, 2010

People ask me what the human condition is

its that they think what they want is what they know
and then it is actually wrong

post modern verse

They want to do that, I think that they know
And it is actually wrong

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A palace of comfort


these things left in a place
where it goes and becomes home
because it was forgotten to go anywhere else

post modern verse

These things alone
It's everywhere you go home
Because it had forgotten where to go

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Thoughtful Birth



Look at the human in a face
what have inside there
you know I know
maybe we have same thing
what this thing?

post modern verse

Please see the human face
But what you have inside
You know me
Maybe we have the same
What about this?


Monday, November 15, 2010

Trying to Appease this


who cares how it looks, at some point your too
tired to work on that small piece anymore.
and yet that is what is always desired and quickly
looked away on.

post modern verse

In some respects you, who care about how it would look
Tired to work anymore on a small portion.
It is fast and yet it always has desirable
Just looked

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Terrible Lothario



Look I know, I get it.
It's the same problem I have
with equating a girl's ass
as a sign of a bubbly personality
and inquisitive intelligence
but fuck, can't we both
work on being better?

post modern verse

I want to get it, please look to know.
It's the same problem I have
Equate to a girl's ass
Bubbly personality as a sign of
An inquisitive mind and
But fuck, we can not both
Work is well?

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Separated Together



there they were standing all together
they felt like a creep, I felt like a creep
we wanted the same thing except
differently

post modern verse

But they were all standing together
They felt like a creep, I felt like a creep
Wanted the same thing, except we
Different