the dead live to feel wanted

by Matthew Sharp

a hypothesis aimed at a problem yet to be solved
questions answer questions and i dont believe me
so i ignore me
but it just leads to more me
i, me splits personalities/y's angle of perspective
just thoughts by words unprotected project lies
that become truth right in front of my eyes
improvise new as it comes
predicted by the me @ transcends time
more work to exercise tipped over mind
and living outside the collar of modern ideals influence
turns blindfold with no eye holes
host and hostess grab it and move like a magnet
anything that'll have it
quicky becoming a habit intruding the truth with lies
this part of me not excluded
i just speak my mind when right through the blindfold protruded
so polluted it doesnt change when i dilute it
unless i split the me am i?
stuck in its mid noisolpxe
overzealous back to where i started from before even leaving
dense, massive rotation of everywhere
i learned how to fight by using your tools and being patient
now its fair
never distracted by previous practice
instinctual urges so alive
but i cant leave the hive of compromise
left with only expression
speaking while simultaneously guessing


Author's Note:

Posted on 01/08/2008
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/09/08 at 06:25 PM

I wonder how many decisions we make based on premise, and how the world would change if we all just chanced the revolution.

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