Reluctantly crouched at the starting line. I'm a driver, I'm a winner. Things are gonna change, I can feel it. He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance. Ahh... / Ah. Words to remember: neoteny. cynosure. immanent. mercantilism. teleology.
Knock, Knock
April 26th, 2009 by theneonheart received No Comments »Who is there
Plato, it’s meme, sis,
Won’t you let me back in to your re-public?
You, the heaven sender of your age
Only you could claim the right
To send us out
From stone slab curling letters
“let us think on the great things”
Heroes of the state
And hymns to the Gods
Pretty words gone idle are like
To make us weak with fancy treats
To that which imitates
Is imitation of the thing
That is beyond, behind, what we do see
The Truth is not in this world
It is in the world of Being
Can’t you see, you are in love with your …
Heartbeat.
.
.
.
I am trying to express myself
As an object lively
How pragmatic programming
Does audience damning
It seems the world (by us, I mean) we’ve built the hallways,
In an unmarked police car of a building
And it’s one hell of a beautiful thing
But the real one’s of us all must have to
Run down the walls – - – - – - – - – - – - – - –
Tear down the walls – - – - – - – - – - – - – - –
Keep the walls standing – - – - – - – - – - – - –
I wish you knew the king you are
So long ago
In the midst of the heart, of wilder things.
Gray beasts, with purple tunics,
Grapes for thee,
I will have my best slaves
For thee to sing
Just tell me
I weep for your iron deficiency
Golden age
Has no love for golden fleas
You beauraeu cats
You and your forms
Always with the forms
Guys like me just feel it
And we’re always on the tracers
Seeing warm
Come to the bathhouse near the center of Athens
And let me talk to you in plain speech
About how every thing I say
Is caught between
What you called sophistry,
And what your master named the Truth
And how in between, all I know, is by the name
That you have banished in the name of poetry
Philosopher King
Come
Let us all back in
We Owe Etna a New Pair of Sandals, do that for us, will you Impediment?
