I have always been obsessed with word play and rhyme scheme. The more obscure and cryptic the metaphor, the better. This is why poetry and lyricism captures and stimulates my attention. Anything is possible.
It’s odd. Sometimes I enjoy trying to confuse myself by trying to connect non-sense with non-sense in hopes of context arising. I love having an avant-garde creative process. I can only produce pure content and expression in certain and rare frames of mind. When I reach that certain consciousness is when the words seem to flow, sometimes to the point where I am but merely a channel projecting that of something larger.
Frequently, I find out what I’m talking about only once the piece is finished.
Here’s one of my favorites…
When you’re too close for comfort,
But an inch away from worth,
I’ll stumble past last,
With my Eyes buried beneath the dirt,
Wondering, “how long?”
Staggering mental capacities
Laying where I belong
Nuzzling within the cavities
Tandem vagrants belated non complacent to the normalcy
Having the last laugh as long as you hold the appleseed
Well, if the current state of affaires
Is garbed in a camo skin suit
I can’t be too concerned
On not witnessing all the bad news
The shoes that choose to wrap the feet of the misguided
Are perpetually navigating these plains in ‘auto-pilot’
Big ups to the ones continually shape shipfting
Depicting an image while it lasts
Quality grasps
Alas, trash painted gold sold to the highest bidder
Selling water by the river, expecting a tip for convenience.