GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
7-6-17 You said I have a good memory and I retaliated with "Remember when I could remember things?" I swear you had to have thought that before, but I'm not sure. There's nothin' more to see around here says the guy who's seen it all and you and I both know he's wrong but who am I to ruin his fun or our secret surprises? You said I couldn't go on like this so I went another way. I know you're hiding something from me but it isn't satisfaction. The locals know all the routines, both theirs and ours. The least they could do for us would be to say so quietly but their thoughts are on their faces and maybe it's time to move or at least hide the kids. I'm worried we might be one of them. |
7-7-17 In perplexity, we make lists in order to not admit to ourselves that we're slaves to our failing memories, wishing to not escape convenience. And forgetting the list illustrates the primary principle: we can't be what we can't conceive, and it mustn't have been important if we didn't bother writing it down. Essentially, passing the blame on to something profoundly and confoundingly pointedly pointless. |
7-7-17 The hipsters gathered around the artisanal cell phone kiosk, arguing about and trying to debunk the myths concerning the search for God's new soul. This would prove to be the final divisive discussion ending with "I think we all can agree to disagree" before the realization that the 21st century rendered nails obsolete struck them, and faith returned to its "Sundays Only" designation. |