Taravangian'sDayOff

WARNING: Might be offensive. When the void became a canvas the lord abandoned us. Every thread met the same end. When all else fails and all that's left is faith it's just in time And all I've known that lives outside it's just not worth the lines When all's been said and all that's left is read between the lies When all's been seen for certain; some say that's when reason dies I've been trying something similar with poetry and found a balance by making intentionally terrible poetry alongside the overly gradiose; Sternum Gradiently dissipate Gradually loose your state Your mind your kind of thought Yoke your head when it's taught Unwind the lines tied intertwined And find the thread that's not Fasten to a windowframe and climb Down to earth Catch a glimpse of the plateau in time To wind through words Recall the fall in all its detail The horizon blocks our vision For all our talk of mountaintops We've settled with the fishes Concrete shoes and rebar bones Neon tombs and three-barred tomes Freon blood in crazy straw veins Hearts of balled up cellophane Skin of stretched out plastic bags Muscles dried elastic bands Pulp and sap and dust and resin We have a hierarchy Built on higher trees We've found our peace in white noise Vision in focus and straining our eyes Beat the beasts with ignorance And distance Drummed with every hit efficient Hunted in our reach Starved out our backyards Moved to the beaches Over-fished and hopeless wished For bottomless wells And clear tells U-Bend Behold The expanse Try to Keep it your pants Flyin through The Stratosphere Cause these rhymes are Just the baddest here I am your all And it tears you apart Reaching for my toes But they're a bit too far Loving all my leavings Shape them into hearts String around your neck Leaves it hovering at eye level I'm the gargoyle And you're just the shovel The potato bug scuttling through cracks I'm the golden scarab grown wings With a thick thorax I'm the crown on the king You're a baby crowning I'm what's left You're a pleb I'm your uncle You're a muggle Having tuggles At my selfies Your longing Sustains me Bologna With mayonnaise I'm the egg You're hollandaise You're the week I'm holidays I'm the roof You're the chaise I'm the cow You're the cheese I'm the big dog You're the fleas Sliced bread is dead I'm the biggest thing Since my head I'm the cremhole You're the toilet bowl I'm the pipes You're the fluid I'm what's right You're what you're doing I'm twelve o' clock You're a second hand stuck I'm the pharaoh You're a storm Sorry this is so long, but as you can see I tried to fill both poems/ songs with power sentences and U-Bend came out beautifully. I didn't realize it would alter the cuss words. cremhole and storm were changed, maybe for the best.