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Mysticism 101c- The Ability to See One’s Self Clearly Without Distortion
The ability to see one’s self clearly without distortion is not an easy task and well that’s for you guys to figure out but this is about me, so if you get something out of it hooray for you.
The trouble with me
Which made problematic mostly
A serial dater no long-terms really was
My flat personality
Very theoretical
If my physicality didn’t ruin it my brain sure did
My attitude
Sulky
(Which same sex loving women tend to extend that courtesy to each other)
Stand offish
Defensive
Afraid of
Getting got
Out there
In them streets,
Emotionally deflective
There’s always
A better body
And better face
Coming up right behind you
And uh whatever game
Your running
Is not going to last long
Now, some of these girls have yet
To figure that one out
You think you got some
Fucking
Queen Jojobo
Some transformative
Works
Between your legs
For men, women whoever you’re doing
That is guaranteed
To spare your feelings
No. You don't.
No 3 am revelations
For the man in me-
Skeptical about everything
Some shit you have to be
Judgmental about because
We all know what happens
When ya don’t exercise
Good judgement
Sometimes being pulled
In too many directions by
Too many things
People-peers/colleagues, friends, associates, co-workers, roommates, professors, parents, life, school course load, work, career objectives, thesis hanging in the balance, social life- one bitch ran circles around us (push/pull rare case but aspiration was too preoccupied to catch it), my bills, my upkeep, Marilyn Manson was bumping (We had to psyche ourselves out to walk up in some of those places like a pin hoist in the wall at night), get a this, get a that, be a cultural player in the game, go that way, no this way. We would have done “better” if logic had gotten away from everybody except my Mother- Hap-hazard didn’t have that kinda sense just yet (how much can 1 person take?) Some people can take a lot-look around at some of the stories; optionally: electively. How many kids? How many divorces? Making a powerhouse a weakling. I don’t know how they’re doing it. They don’t know how they’re doing it either; everybody is an expert in their respective areas-truly.
Can be a contributing
Genetic factor;
That just killed me off
The environment, yet
It didn’t prevent me
From reciprocating
At least but
(Passive aggressive-
We didn’t initiate anything, ever
Until secured)
Still convinced
We were grieving
For the future
All that shit above was indicative
Of something much larger
Pervading society.
The trouble with me
Which made problematic mostly
A serial dater no long-terms really was
My flat personality
Very theoretical
If my physicality didn’t ruin it my brain sure did
My attitude
Sulky
(Which same sex loving women tend to extend that courtesy to each other)
Stand offish
Defensive
Afraid of
Getting got
Out there
In them streets,
Emotionally deflective
There’s always
A better body
And better face
Coming up right behind you
And uh whatever game
Your running
Is not going to last long
Now, some of these girls have yet
To figure that one out
You think you got some
Fucking
Queen Jojobo
Some transformative
Works
Between your legs
For men, women whoever you’re doing
That is guaranteed
To spare your feelings
No. You don't.
No 3 am revelations
For the man in me-
Skeptical about everything
Some shit you have to be
Judgmental about because
We all know what happens
When ya don’t exercise
Good judgement
Sometimes being pulled
In too many directions by
Too many things
People-peers/colleagues, friends, associates, co-workers, roommates, professors, parents, life, school course load, work, career objectives, thesis hanging in the balance, social life- one bitch ran circles around us (push/pull rare case but aspiration was too preoccupied to catch it), my bills, my upkeep, Marilyn Manson was bumping (We had to psyche ourselves out to walk up in some of those places like a pin hoist in the wall at night), get a this, get a that, be a cultural player in the game, go that way, no this way. We would have done “better” if logic had gotten away from everybody except my Mother- Hap-hazard didn’t have that kinda sense just yet (how much can 1 person take?) Some people can take a lot-look around at some of the stories; optionally: electively. How many kids? How many divorces? Making a powerhouse a weakling. I don’t know how they’re doing it. They don’t know how they’re doing it either; everybody is an expert in their respective areas-truly.
Can be a contributing
Genetic factor;
That just killed me off
The environment, yet
It didn’t prevent me
From reciprocating
At least but
(Passive aggressive-
We didn’t initiate anything, ever
Until secured)
Still convinced
We were grieving
For the future
All that shit above was indicative
Of something much larger
Pervading society.
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