(brains brains everywhere but not a thought to think)
Caustic sense of humor
Set to second hand voices
Articulate; balm for my scorched throat
Elixir for my parched mind
Desperate craving for intellectual banter
Something to exercise my mind
Something to exorcise my mind
HA HA... this chick who commented here is [censored] retarded isn't she?
anyway, I don't see the contradiction that she's speaking of, and in my personal opinion, if you're mind is really in that much need of exercising then maybe you she be chasing one of those wonderful 'Heroin Highs' right about now! HAHAHA...
Sorry, had to throw that one in there... about your poem here... you seem to be very confused on what the difference between meaningful artwork and erratic spouting off is... Kinda like getting Shit and Shinola confused... or an even better analogy would be the ultra-modern lunatic who has absolutely NO taste, but finds everything that is completely bland to be a masterpiece... know where I'm going with this???
You have a bad habit of throwing around a whole bunch of big words in your "Art" kind of like how the ultra-modern(no taste) "Artist" splatters a bunch of bold colors together on a piece of canvas and then drops a gallon of acid and becomes convinced of the painting's artistic properties... I personally know you can do better than this, but you never will unless you stop trying to FAKE who you are(stop trying to entertain the masses with how misplaced your intellect is) and actually put the real deal out here for us.(the difference between an artist and an entertainer is that an artist does what he/she does for his/her OWN benefit, while the entertainer does it for everyone else)
The only way you could convince me that this stuff you write -- similar to this one -- is actually real and ART is if you are mentally more disturbed than David Dramen (little joke there, but seriously, you'd have to be SERIOUSLY schizo)
From now on chick, bring the real deal and say to hell with this massive desire you have to please the masses... please yourself why don't ya. :-)
If your mind is truly in that much need of exercising then try readong someone elses poetry. Still this was nicely worded but you counterdict yourself using big words that one would probably only hear in what they consider a philosophical conversation then you called it bull[censored]. Im suer that I'm readong to much into it though... I'm really bored.