Draw the edges closer, frame it in
the image pushes back fighting it's borders
it thrashes for release as I holed this frame
around it's restles desperate boarders
it yearns with every turn of my hed
"sece your motion fool" it will not be stilled
it will not hold still
every lip- every eye
every lash- every line
every patch- every hair
every stich- every tare
my heart was carved from fundementals of stone
convictions formed of the purest ideals
nourished by a chileds faith
streghtend my a youthes passion
splintered by the mind of an adult
and it's broken faithless logic
I have wached the rare raidiant vistion
wached it grow, and believed in it
then wached it crack, wached it crumble
and we all choke on it's dust
but I shall shake this dust from my shoulders
spit this mud from my lungs with an oath
that when my time comes...
I shall be stronger
I shall be truer
than you all.
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Joel thats just one of the best things you've ever written. Not that I'm an "Joelian" expert or anything but dang dude.
I love the wordplay of "every patch every hair/ every stitch, every tear"
And the themes too... its a thick peice. Keep doing this. Another couple pages for your book right?
off topic now, if we recorded a drum beat with the little tape recorder, and then our voices talking for a while on another tape... And then we played both tapes into the mixer, and then put the mixer into the synth... we could CUT rapidly, between the DRUM BEAT, and our VOICES on the other track. That has the potential to be SICK. Just think if paul played a beat on top of the one already being played. Goodness gracious.
Remember this, because I will probably forget it by wensneday.
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