John a.k.a. The Dark Paradox


In a RoomAnd so, here I am in a room No sound, no smell, only the senses of sight and feeling with a taste of loneliness Not loneliness in the exoteric fashion loneliness being subdued to the synonymous meaning of sadness But simply, alone without another entity presentIn a Room
Over-analytical is the mind at this time for it clings to rhymes, patterns, symbols and numbers It rumbles and stumbles to ascertain a certain style hoping a rare few would pluck it out Like a yellow flower in a field of violets, seen as one approaches from several yards away Only to gaze upwards, inhale deeply, and


UnconventionalI'm reaching in I'm bleeding out I'm clinging now to this open hand Silent lips as the whisper sips a drink over this forbidden land Another remnant another fiction afraid of encountering too much friction Another gaze another haze keep on counting down the days To this everlasting conniptionUnconventional
Unanswered questions the messages yielded A double-edged sword is continuously wielded A constant threat of cons over pros, but I believe it's worth the woes So I keep on reaching keep on beseeching keep on seeking Just let go of this condition
Bouncy words cause the eyes to hum in


Elephant in the RoomFingers tapping away on the keyboard as the mind tries to keep up Just wondering and pondering on the endless means of decay Randomness it seems to be the conscious eyes of this typer But as they pour out, maybe they'll be a pied piper, an endless decipher of a once lost memoryElephant in the Room
A poem to be flowing without thought or form was once thought to be outside the norm But I proclaim exclaim that the mundane are insane to realize that before our eyes nothing stays the same Constantly changing rearranging everything is failing And yet words have continued to carry down a constant message
Th
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warning i swear a lot!!!
i hate fucking utah!
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"Think for yourself. Question authority." - Maynard James Keenan
"Its only a choice. No effort; no work; no job; no savings of money just a choice right now between fear and love." - Bill Hicks
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warning i swear a lot!!!
i hate fucking utah!
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-To be forgotten is worse than death-
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you aren't pretty.
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"Just because nobody understands you doesn't make you an artist."
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