out after it
Posted: November 13th, 2005, 3:43 pm
All I see in poetry is “my oh so beautiful soul,
so delicate and pure.”
Or, “I’ve been hurt so bad I just can’t go on.”
“This that or the other is what’s wrong with the world
with society, with life.”
FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the sun is sweet and warm.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the rain gives the streets a mysterious sheen.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the snow is falling in individual crystalline uniqueness.
It’s all within, it lives inside you
Madness and mayhem or beauty and joy, it’s in you
Desolation and depression or excitement and experience, it’s in you
An endless rut or endless exhilaration, it’s in you
yours to have, if you’ll just take hold of it
I could go on
but I’m going out after it
END
so delicate and pure.”
Or, “I’ve been hurt so bad I just can’t go on.”
“This that or the other is what’s wrong with the world
with society, with life.”
FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the sun is sweet and warm.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the rain gives the streets a mysterious sheen.
Look outside it’s a beautiful day the snow is falling in individual crystalline uniqueness.
It’s all within, it lives inside you
Madness and mayhem or beauty and joy, it’s in you
Desolation and depression or excitement and experience, it’s in you
An endless rut or endless exhilaration, it’s in you
yours to have, if you’ll just take hold of it
I could go on
but I’m going out after it
END