Randomly Thinking

Submitted by SNP on Sat, 01/21/2012 - 5:54am |

My body is cold

My soul is young

Life’s no fun

When you searching for your enemies

With a loaded machine gun in the trunk

The wind is brisk

Wildlife’s provider is still the man upstairs

Beauty is just a garment keeping discreet of what’s in

Good or poison

Would I be living more luxurious if I sold spirits corrosion

Flesh addiction

Fiend for the psychological consumption

Compared to the space filler I’m a mass next to nothing

People judge quick

Kindness is a weakness to the pure-less

Self righteousness only exist in the world here

What’s the profit in killin the innocent with some tongue garbage

I got my trash bag out

But I haven’t dumped it’s deposits

Behind The Poem:

This poem is made up of my random thoughts.

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poet_in_motion
01 21 2012.

Okay, I must say you should

Okay, I must say you should randomly think more often! *smiles* Wow, truly deep and thought provoking. Your story telling talent is aptly delivered here....powerful metaphors throughout.

For me the first 4-5 lines took me to a scene in which a car load of young lost souls full of rage, contempt and anger are loading up their ammo about to turn a corner to slaughter fellow murderers or innocents perhaps....either way that's where my mind's eye took me, similar to a scene out of Menace to Society, Boys N' the Hood.....Next, you emerge as philosopher touching on nature, God (spirituality) and these lines:

"Beauty is just a garment keeping discreet of what’s in

Good or poison

Would I be living more luxurious if I sold spirits corrosion

Flesh addiction

Fiend for the psychological consumption"

Brilliance! And the last two lines, really well expressed again wonderfully rich metaphors.

This my new fave of your work. Damn, I LOVE this. Sometimes the work where we just allow our muse to run wild (randomly) produces our best work.

Outstanding poet!