From Philosophy to Poetry

When I turned to philosophy, I secretly sought expression. Since this hope has been all but frustrated, I must turn to the 'stuttering' of poets.

I get the poetic mood quite frequently so expect lots of it. It's more poetry-rap, I guess. I write them to instrumentals so ;] I am still finding a style, so watch this space.

Wrote this last night:

Sitting, spitting in my sister's kitchen
With thoughts of this girl, bewitching
My brain, doctor's stamp: 'Insane'
Three joints later I'ma get a pen and paper
Write this, rhyme this, stash some for later
Alligator, potato catch you later,
Smash instrumentals, charge up my cell-phone
No credit left, free texts ring her from my home
Blaze up another cone just to her her moan
'Cause I'm on a kind of absurd quest
Tryin' to prove to this girl that I'm better than the rest
With zest, and lemon, a fireproof serum
Into your vein, the aim to enflame the fire left in 'em

I will give you hearts, I will give you stones
I will give you bread, I will give you bones.

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Loneliness, and its redemption

Why I am this clod of earth which dreams -
To fly among the starlit streams and summer greeens
Where couples entwine in heavenly serene -
And I look on

Why am I this single pain, which sees -
To behold scorched earth and withered trees
Where love's first fragrance no longer breathes -
And I look on

Why am I this river-bed -
Stained with scarlet tears and bleeding fears that I shall bleed no more;
Where silence weeps and sadness keeps
My fettered wings to earthly things.
To see others fly makes me cry -
But I look on

But in the distance at once I see
A bleeding little heart like me;
Nursing its angel-wing.
Perhaps you and I would learn to fly
As two stars, on solar springs

tbc