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     Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall Post Number: 3 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
Beautifulwaterstar wrote this piece. She is haing trouble registering. Please contact troy@aalbc.com if you are having issues registering to post on the discussion board. Let your voice be heard and seen! But for now, here it is: "Iz U Feelin' My Abstract"("The Art of Feeling The Untouchable")Beautifulwaterstar Static, the static, the static Congregating in the heights of my crown Erecting a gate That goes up with every let down It goes down for nothing It just stands there, so solid yet still intangible, yes But though invisible, it is something the wise refuse to test. They simply know better... The first learned letter Has been engraved in my heart and has caused the repricussions to tear me apart Simulatenously still, my will refuses to let me be broken For my existence is but a circle, yes It remains unbroken It remains unbroken It remains unbroken Mantras reaffirming the essence of my truth Striking a stagnant nerve... The silence reverberates, protesting the thought of it all Slowly but surely, The silence becomes so very loud It is beyond excruciating to the soul Pained pride proceeds Slyly soliciting silent screams Screaming silently Screaming silently! Screaming silently... Pissedoff-ness pausing politeness Haulting hospitality, hoovering hostility.. hovering hostility Apathetic, anti-apologetic, anti-"allgood" If I May Now Take A Deep Breath *exhale* Pungent puns piercing, praising ponders Wanty wanty nah getty getty, wanty wanty wanders No turning back, no turning back Postulating.. Predicting patterns, perceiving possibilities.. Paraphrased purpose NO! I was NOT read my rights before you handcuffed my development! Paraphrased pardons No longer begged, rather demanded Development rebelling after being reprimanded OH! Well IIIIII never! I Pardon Your Paralysis! It brews and brews... Satire seaping Through a heart that is wearily weeping Albeit, the finders are still finding While the losers are still weeping. What is the sake of keeping? Uninhibited frustration spraying, sparing nothing.. Stabbing and stabbing! Oh.. Oh no. Stumble, stumble, stumble Falling over full fledged flooded conscience No balance, divisions of conscience colliding, dividing Decency and deceit, diverting differences Smothering specifics Mocking melancholy Sliming on symmetry SMACK! You smitened SMOOTCH! Ohhhh, it aches, it aches. Still, The labor pains overshadowed by the birth I gave to the beauty of abstract... The abstract that you can neither define nor decline Your conscious laughs at your subconsious And its strength is forced to submit to the sublime In the abundance of that which is abstract, I subtract All that you think you know and fill you in on that which even I have yet to define Behold, the coexistence between the power and powerlessness of the human mind.. |
