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Skull Soup v.2 (Other) by SupremeDreamer
[well, first revisal, old version included at the bottom.]
v.2:
"Words like spices in my gumbo
leave most asking what dwells
within the murky waters."
All thats said and written
will be distorted once expressed,
for we are slaves to symbols;
isolated beings assimilating everything
as we see fit into our own alien realities.
"I boil and brew this stew
as would a deranged alchemist
in love with creating his potions."
I am a poet; an artist
who tries to achieve something
unattainable.
That fact alone
gives me meaning, purpose,
and glory.
This fact leaves me smiling slightly,
dragging on menthol cigarettes
and muttering softly
"Say nothing; just stir the soup
that simmers in their skulls
add meat 'n spices
and pray it doesn't taste like shit."
This reality
though it might be
completely absurd and foolish
is my paragon.
Everything else?
Garlic 'n Honey
and a cooks drollery.
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Old Version:
What are words
but symbols
spoken and written
with vague definitions
and assumed meaning?
What do they convey?
An image
which might be clearer
if shown with the colors
possessed by a painter?
An emotion
which one has felt,
better understood if we
endure its sensation
as he who receives it?
A message
that would be understood
if read or heard
by he who speaks it?
Does it really matter what?
All thats said and written
will be distorted once expressed,
for we are slaves to symbols;
isolated beings assimilating everything
as we see fit into our own alien realities.
Did I mention that we claim to communicate?
What are these questions but
distractions that puzzle our thoughts
leading to answers that solve nothing?
What was the point of this verse of mine?
Nothing.
And that is the beauty of it.
I am a poet.
I am an artist who tries to achieve
something unattainable.
That fact alone
gives me meaning, purpose,
and glory.
This fact leaves me smiling slightly,
dragging on menthol cigarettes
and muttering softly
"Say nothing; just stir the soup
that simmers in their skulls
add meat 'n spices
and pray it doesn't taste like shit."
This reality
though it might be
completely absurd and foolish
is my paragon.
Everything else?
Garlic 'n Honey
and a cooks drollery.
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