You can't really trust someone
Full of Pride
I really wish you could
Something about absolute power corrupts
Or something
It is hard to tell
All I know is that
Someone full of pride
Has their self at the forefront
of everything they do
And that self will take the brunt of any blow
Thus in order to continue existence
Something needs forfeited
Yeah yeah
Pride goeth before the fall
And you have to push pretty hard
To get them to the cliff
You really can't trust someone full of pride
Month: October 2012
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Pride
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Wheat
I still need to sow my wild oats
because
I spent all my younger yearssowing wild oats
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Everyone needs a hobby (For Hemmingway)
She was genetically engineered
To live longerAnd nothing else
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Consumed
She plopped down next to me
Blocking me in for the duration
Of the train rideThis large, evil force
Unbeknownst to herself
The seat will smell of her for daysTry to brush it off the sweatshirt
Smell the book
Look out the windowShe keeps reaching for her change
Making sure she has enough money
'Hammond'
She says
That's twenty minutes
But it feels of hoursA cigarette falls out on one
of the attempts to check the change
Making sure she has enough money
To get to that recliner
Or soup kitchenShe breathes outward and inward
As she catches her breath
Audibly sighing as if the lungs are unfamiliar
With physical exertion
This evil woman taking up two seats
In the two seat aisle
She falls asleep
The sweat excretesShe wakes up
Politely apologizes
And heads home
The seat will smell of her for days
I have to move awayConsuming smells
That take my thoughts
I am not an upstanding citizen, Miss
No one apologizes here -
Cumulative
Cumulative effects of stress
I think about where it goes
Where I will be sitting
In what doctor's chair
Haven't got many colds
My hair hasn't fell out
Heart is still beating
Maybe it will be some form of cancer
As retribution for putting the body
Through the limits
There has got to be some kind of karma
Some kind of lead weight
I can't come out disease free
The body it eventually breaks -
Vessels
Peeking into houses
Trapped in 1950
Intricate lacing
Soft light and marble lamps
Their homes time capsules
Vessels in time
Waiting for their owner's death -
Accommodation
Mother Nature must be teasing me
When I want you cold
You are hot
When I want you warm
You are freezing
When I want to see some rain
The ground parses for moisture
When you are just right
I don't notice
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