Dyrwen
03-16-2005, 01:19 AM
Well, while I'm tired and this doesn't feel like a bad idea, I'll post this poem I wrote.
I finished reading "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson and liked it as much as the movie. I wrote this soon thereafter. It's mostly just a nice prose or something, but all about the insanity of being a human being in contrast to my usual insanity. I can explain it further if certain lines stick out as misunderstood.
Insanity of Man
I've been placated by a ferocious man
I never truly knew.
He had drawn his strength from the loathing
misunderstandings of this malicious
masochism we've come to accept.
His eyes frighten me but
they've also come to comfort
my mind as it drifts along
begging for a detour
into insanity
where we walked so near
that any rational freak would
call us wrong.
'Fluid in form and method'
is a prime description of this magnificent
work of evolution that remains
still just an ape with a
sense of uncertainty.
The monkey knows who he is
as a creature, but all I can do is inquire
as to why I don't get along with nature.
This sloth-filled being that inhabits
my innards feels confident
but can't seem to make me act
on his suggestions so pertinent.
Rationality is all well and good
but his brand of sanity is conflicting
with every feeling that I've held back
and leaving me with too many should'ves.
Biting down on my jaw
I cannot help but plead for a hit
of the numb, great, eternal pain
all around me.
Soon enough dear boy, soon enough,
will destruction arrive at your mind's doorstep
ready to sell you the key to revolution
for $19.99 and lucky rabbit's foot.
I finished reading "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson and liked it as much as the movie. I wrote this soon thereafter. It's mostly just a nice prose or something, but all about the insanity of being a human being in contrast to my usual insanity. I can explain it further if certain lines stick out as misunderstood.
Insanity of Man
I've been placated by a ferocious man
I never truly knew.
He had drawn his strength from the loathing
misunderstandings of this malicious
masochism we've come to accept.
His eyes frighten me but
they've also come to comfort
my mind as it drifts along
begging for a detour
into insanity
where we walked so near
that any rational freak would
call us wrong.
'Fluid in form and method'
is a prime description of this magnificent
work of evolution that remains
still just an ape with a
sense of uncertainty.
The monkey knows who he is
as a creature, but all I can do is inquire
as to why I don't get along with nature.
This sloth-filled being that inhabits
my innards feels confident
but can't seem to make me act
on his suggestions so pertinent.
Rationality is all well and good
but his brand of sanity is conflicting
with every feeling that I've held back
and leaving me with too many should'ves.
Biting down on my jaw
I cannot help but plead for a hit
of the numb, great, eternal pain
all around me.
Soon enough dear boy, soon enough,
will destruction arrive at your mind's doorstep
ready to sell you the key to revolution
for $19.99 and lucky rabbit's foot.