that nobody will ever know
Posted: October 14th, 2014, 5:25 pm
I was shooting a cigarette through the black hole
they still don't know the roll of the black hole
a cigarette is a long object held in the hand like a pen
I don't smoke my pen, I smoke words with it to black out
writing is black like ink, or dark thoughts about nothing
there is a whole hell of a lot of nothing out there
and we fill it with existence, in a word we write about it
we read books to lose ourselves in the words of nothing
we try to fill it with purpose with plot with meaning
in a meaningless world we try to find meaning of existence
the more words we write on the blank surface of our lives
the further away we get from the real meaning of things
what is the matter with with you, you are made of a little matter
so little matter in fact the rest is all empty space filled with itself
when we come to think about it, we try to remember what it is
if we read enough stuff written on a lot of different things
we can begin to form some kind of picture of what is going on
there are a lot of famous people that have a particular take on the real
I don't follow any particular take on reality, but I do follow the thoughts
of great thinkers, and any person in the street can be one, the old blind
man with a guitar and a naked soup can, can have a most profound take
I spent many days and nights reading the words of people poets
I read the great ones and I read the ones that nobody will ever know
they still don't know the roll of the black hole
a cigarette is a long object held in the hand like a pen
I don't smoke my pen, I smoke words with it to black out
writing is black like ink, or dark thoughts about nothing
there is a whole hell of a lot of nothing out there
and we fill it with existence, in a word we write about it
we read books to lose ourselves in the words of nothing
we try to fill it with purpose with plot with meaning
in a meaningless world we try to find meaning of existence
the more words we write on the blank surface of our lives
the further away we get from the real meaning of things
what is the matter with with you, you are made of a little matter
so little matter in fact the rest is all empty space filled with itself
when we come to think about it, we try to remember what it is
if we read enough stuff written on a lot of different things
we can begin to form some kind of picture of what is going on
there are a lot of famous people that have a particular take on the real
I don't follow any particular take on reality, but I do follow the thoughts
of great thinkers, and any person in the street can be one, the old blind
man with a guitar and a naked soup can, can have a most profound take
I spent many days and nights reading the words of people poets
I read the great ones and I read the ones that nobody will ever know