a song

April 10, 1995   |   by oemb1905

 a song
 
 I
 
 I’m gonna die
 and I don’t like life
 aspirations and goals
 
 violence is the source
 of all life
 we will never be virtuous
 even the most accomplished
 is disgusting
 All they do is develop and grow
 into nothing except
 feed themselves for their own understanding
 
 We waste our time
 if we take the other route
 and starve ourselves from
 our false ambitions
 
 paradox is birth
 and paradox is this statement
 
 if I have the strength to say it
 people might be able to grow
 
 only if I am  
 M
 
 death is our closet metaphor
 for these thoughts  
 
 we do it all for death
 because its what we fill our
 lives with
 
 Why do we do good things
 (for an unknown reason)
 if the unknown reason itself
 unknown-implodes
 on your body
 
 anal sex
 chaos
 will
 destruction
 a pitiful waste of time
 mused on by an even more imperceptive
 observer
 who
 day,
 by day,
 by day,
 by day
 eats pleasures of tradition
 and fruits of avoidance
 
 doing what he was
 
 II
 
 The  
 Am
 Is  
 We.
 
 None  
 All
 Back to us.
 
 How
 Whereness
 Every ... thing
 Experiences.
 
 Default  
 Union
 Faith
 Presupposition,Presupposition, ... etc?
 Wait, Wait, Wait
 death and life
 Death
 Life
 
 Hedonism
 America
 World
 A-emotional
 Aid
 Disease
 
 Beauty  
 Destruction
 Thought
 Tradition
 Laziness.
 
 III
 
 born and created as
 dying and is as he was supposed
 to do
 thinking only so far as he desires
 
 watching
 collecting
 crying
 holding
 losing
 sentimentalizing
 categorizing
 trapping by impulse
 
 any and every small
 stitch
 of inner confusional pleasure
 that continues the process
 for no reason
 
 INSIDE
 DEAD  
 c y c l i c a l
 life  
 ourselves
 it
 
 nothing
 
 a song