AGAINST THE GRAIN

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
its nevessary to go against the grain, in many ways,to survive in this world, maybe one of the most necessary things in strength, since totally goiing with the flow can make you crash and burn and lead to destruction. However, if you do this to the extent of alienating all the relationships that you have thats when it obstructs evolution of inter-personal relationships. You cant always go against the grain. Sometimes being an individual in that sense makes you loose sight of the flowing stream that is a beautiful thing about life. Simply, an appropriate balance needs to be found.

Submitted: December 02, 2011

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AGAINST THE GRAIN You involve yourself in the anti channeling of a forgotten source no one is a true channel of the source or are they? your mis-directed sights set on the one who lost his mind and on the deep purple wound festering from a place that comes from the eternal jealousy Sagittarius and the blackened scapegoat within I take the firestorm and let it run wild the happenstance crematorium of a lost desire to find place, time, and meaning in your demonic eyes I was a fool in love with a mad man searching for a lost father in a time and place where healing and light collided with no man's land and in the atheists dream to steal all souls away I lost my own self to feed an unloved minion who establishes fragile relationships in tough, gruff bleed me into your sharpened teeth bludgeoning you can't connect with the eves dropping saints who follow a preordained order to construct love and relationships and sanity woven out of any form of sameness and a challenge to you to go with the flow of something considered to be ordinary you can't do that flow out of resistance to a form of sanity forgotten by you you can't just be one and the same a killer of all drives a postponed liar driven into arid regions and a blaspheme to the same can't let it run free to the wildest of horses bustling at their stables you have to take from me instead and stop the continuum if only someone had the time and patience to take you apart your whimsical idolatry of a manifesto deserving to be broken and festering in the womb of unmitigated blackness your heart's desire so flung into the abyss your vision deserving to be dashed against the rocks and all hopes abiding with you in your endless false pretense to aid, to comfort, to align you have to go against the grain and stop evolution in its tracks


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