Monday, August 17, 2009

1,000 whispers

  1. If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures
  2. To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers
  3. To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter
  4. Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters
  5. And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw
  6. When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls
  7. If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex
  8. But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex
  9. Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden
  10. Parallel to your search for stardom 
  11. where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon
  12. That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?
  13. Every step shows you're a worthless henchman 
  14. itching to meet your maker
  15. I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper
  16. Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor
  17. If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
  18. Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection
  19. Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and 
  20. caramelized paints where
  21. Prints left, taint every breath
  22. Inhale - golden oxygen, 
  23. then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface
  24. Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs
  25. To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs
  26. What a dilemma to hold hands with
  27. Sanity's a steep cliff of gift
  28. And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped
  29. Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas
  30. Hooker left that envy to drown in greed
  31. Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde
  32. I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died
  33. I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy
  34. But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny
  35. No more - dodging shooting stars
  36. No more - lashing of asteroid belts
  37. No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth
  38. If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock
  39. Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock
  40. The bow breaks at the vinyl spots
  41. The cradle of all this crime rate drops
  42. I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest
  43. Well that would depend on the trajectory
  44. And the way the projector projected me
  45. I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy
  46. Is it time for lift off?
  47. I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared
  48. Is it time for lift off?
  49. The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week
  50. I think it's time for lift off
  51. The structural integrity seems to be holding
  52. But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep
  53. So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing?
  54. Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting?
  55. Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume
  56. I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves
  57. I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else
  58. So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves
  59. My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff
  60. As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft
  61. Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass
  62. To dampen the impression of expression anything has
  63. Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?
  64. Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to change masks?
  65. I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass
  66. But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass
  67. You strain cash
  68. Well I take the root of evil, make tea
  69. Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it
  70. There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands
  71. The steam scolding my hand
  72. The mug shattered and I wasted it
  73. Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
  74. On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses

  75. If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
  76. If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers

  77. 0,000,000

I'll scream a thousand whispers ..


1 comment:

  1. It is very hard to read poems that are this long. It's obtuse and intimidating. That said, the form your starting to play with (namely, a list) makes things more engaging; adds drama. That is good, when everything works. There are, though, a lot of seemingly random lines, and they are distracting. Reign this thing in before it runs you over!! Hehe. Don't forget that your sense of humor beams through most of this, don't loose that, it's wonderful, just focus it!!

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