And the Beat Goes On

Posted by Tallon Fassi on April 17th, 2008 filed in Random

Serious emotional attractions

 a devotion of a notion that love is ideal. 

Free the world of misunderstanding.

 If I can’t do it, there’s a second chance.

 The Biotech who creates the instrument to revive romance. 

 

 Virus in the breeze spreading an enlightened disease. 

 Thoughts can germinate.

 

  

  To be glib,

 rather live in the sizzling bud of Holland.  

 Spring bosoms forth a pollen,

of Green Energy,

 to the poor for free?

  Money can also captivate me,

with its wicked charm of no mercies. 

  Until we save the whole world,

Andre 3000 can play his heart out for me.

  And I’ll buy it, maybe not all but I’ll try.

 

 

 I listen with intense precision

 when I pick up on any tip

that may grip and share my vision.

  If I was a Harley riding Siddhartha,

 I would know

 that the world of knowledge

 is a beach,

understanding the sand,

and all I can see

 is what’s in my hand. 

 It’s so little

 and everyone demands

 that they know what the world needs to blow,

not that movie,

its all a show.  

Written by melodramatics

with bachelors in literature and theatrics.

 “Come On People! Am I taking crazy pills”

 This is pigheaded,

we are all drinking bottled water

obviously not de-leaded.

  It’s a witch hunt

 for the next cunt to shove up on the screen,

 rape obscene,

 crowd her queen just to watch her squirm,

like a bated worm.

 Author signed under the twisted design

 that she a freaks for the meek to peek at.

 Made her give back the advance,

 what an exhausting dance of chance. 

Has anyone in the herd,

heard if romance is going to make it? 

Best that we should we go on faking. 

 Like the moon landing? 

I’m in not standing to say,

I just like to hang out all day

 and play with words and herbs

 and read about nerds making money.

  It seems so very funny that I have none,

and the blonde from Beauty and the Geek

 can walk down the street

 with her plastic shoed feet

offered a job in where cash rains

 down like blessings from God. 

  Geisha girls; by the powers invested in me

 Ordain them undead in the head,

follow my thread of logic,

it’s not toxic like a drink pour in the lips

 with the souls intending to kissing the hips of a stranger. 

Paid to furiously to drink from the bottle,

and know there’s a hefty fee.