Its impossible it seems
Putting into words what I really mean
Chasing abstracts through my brain
Trying to pin them down before I go insane
But my kung-fu grip
Only watches them slip
Away as far as they can get from the confines
Of a phrasing thats been dumbed down for the average mind
I need to find some way to alleviate
This pressure thats been building as I meditate
Wont give me a break
Cognitive particle collisions
Why am I hell bent on philosophical fission?
Crack the skull crack the code
Watch each atom while it explodes
Smattering on the table a wordy mess
Tensions increasing cause I take two steps back with my best
Shot at reasoning these bodiless phenomena
Phantasmal and inexplicable
I thank wisdom for giving me the will
To remain
With these thoughts unnamed
Untamed and wreaking havoc in my brain
Maybe some day theyll be refined
Every ounce of them adequately aligned to sublime
Upon exposure to the atmosphere.














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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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-pain is only weakness leaving the body.-
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
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