Nov 28, 2005

something is missing, a deliberate attempt.
A pre-emptive strike to bite or not to bite at the hand that feeds you,
hit the ground the shields you from the blame.
I am ashamed.
Emboldened, my senses are bought not sold to the highest bidder.
I dance tonight with a counterpoint, relieving tension
I didn’t mention the agony between the moments, a silent memory.

I feel like a clock, ticking memories.
Remembering yesterdays,
before the internet when things were different,
evading the imminent doom.
Playing out sequels to the inevitable,
locked in my room
building hexadecimal analogies to the ever reaching superstitions,
the contradictions of school kids.
waiting for conclusion,
knowing that I veered toward the inevitable.
My peers steered me, driving toward,
my fears embraced a solution determined and isolated to conclusion

This is my plight, transcribed via Ethernet nodes creeping,
dead men sleeping from my losses,
I am not the first to repel, grappling the heights,
determined to succeed,
breeding similarity, I strive.

Typing invisible memories to my historic past,
a drunken reminder of that which only presents itself at 1 AM as fiction,
a jurisdiction of the sentence, a preemptive blight.

The insight brings cognitive thought.
A rock of sanity within reason, can you imagine for me?
I am thinking of a hero, insanity incarnate,
a person of stature, regarded highly,
reprimanded by hanging,
do you remember his name?