Outbursting Part II.

Outbursting. Beating your adversary to death for the sake of showing and teaching a lesson. Someone grab me some elbow room. Tight in here. When I concentrated on my subject, the harder I tried, the more I was able to lock on, sink in, sync in, sick in, sick ’em. Concentration is powerful. It is an iffy thing.

Go from standing where there is heat to standing in the cold, walking around in the cold. Going to that place which emanates power and life, finding it fizzed out since before you arrived.

This means so many things to so many chilled out people. To the other ones I wanna say… I really just forget. Turn the microphone on or is that too much trouble. Wait. Wait. Yeah, too much trouble. This here, the journal entry, is the troubleshooter, the solution to that which must be shot, so shoot it, you’re dead at eleven, twisted shit, a line drawn. Harpoon the skinny whale. Eat your vegetables on a cheaper scale. The mess let out. Help me get this message out. Fried thy brain on solar spleen. The idea is aim it where it should go.

Some of the speaking loudly is not seen in the proper way, is prejudged, shat upon by jubilant fellows quick to continuous jubilations—continuous, but thoughtless. Or a thought mess. Not what I intended. Unwanted outpouring is the conversation flaw. Don’t share such delicate information with those you don’t even feel comfortable with tossing around the Wiffle Ball.

Bring it to a calm. Shooting your mouth off.

"The truth will set you free, but first it’s really going to piss you off."

But there are men standing around water coolers talking about last night and what movie they saw. Don’t they wish they could’ve been in the story of that movie they saw? Don’t they pine over being heroes or making it to some island far in the distance, while standing in line, one of the more preposterous of lines, the grocery—from their cell phones? This is playing out from Thoreau. What quiet desperation this is fucking turning out to be. I mean, duck a buck, this ain’t criminal to chew the fat. It’s an outflowing.

Categorized as Poetry

By bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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