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    dots Submission Name: Lizard Brain Love Songsdots

    Author: particularshard
    ASL Info:    23/m/DC
    Elite Ratio:    4.21 - 1159/1392/363
    Words: 568
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Lately I pride myself on my mental control, but I'm still amazed what good a little basic instinct can do - classrooms, parties, even dining rooms - people everywhere still have their lizard-brains (and hopefully more).

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    dotsLizard Brain Love Songsdots

    Once upon a time
    Before I knew how to rhyme,
    Id have emotions but I couldnt make em shine.
    So they got disposed of
    Closed off, and started to rot
    Somehow they turned into all the scars I got.
    In time like all things, lyrics got corrupted,
    Connection between words and heart got interrupted
    And got replaced by whatever would fit
    Absolut, hydro, lithium,
    Fat asses, big tits..
    Obviously then Ive evolved to get smashed a lot.
    If I didnt, I dont know if Id get past the thoughts
    Wrought in memories tortured but so dearly held.
    If youd spent time in my cortex youd have no fear of hell.
    But the sickness makes me well
    Struggle to stay ascendant,
    Helped by the substance-abuse: my co-defendant,
    Whos kind enough to think when my brain wont touch it.
    Dog, we got time to kill? Get drunk, fuck it.
    Either that or my mind demands meditation,
    And Ive only so much energy for self-contemplation
    Same way doctors cant spend all of their time on their patients.
    So Im always waiting,
    For the chance
    To let my frontal cortex chill out
    And to let my Lizard-Brain dance.
    I mean it still believes in
    Happiness, hope, and love!
    Things my real-brain says are effects of the drugs
    But hugs,
    Feel so much weaker from sobriety,
    And nothing really seems much different,
    Just variety
    Because the things that get my mind and soul to show interest,
    Dont include money, sex, power, pleasure,
    Its all senseless
    But thats what most of life contains
    Subtle delicacies fancied by dime-novels and Lizard-brains.
    And its a shame,
    Because my soul isnt interested in happiness,
    But the hormones in my body need it to avoid wackiness
    Like no fun makes the lizard brain mad.
    No love makes the lizard brain sad.
    So I let the lizard brain grab,
    At the things that I know give it satisfaction,
    While my cortex denies all knowledge of the action.
    Macking, is activity beneath my notice
    What can any girl give me? Im focused.
    They stuck in a locus
    While my brain moves intergalactic,
    Theyre stuck being the people they are,
    And Im elastic,
    By virtue of talents that few people have
    And their chances of getting them rival
    Black men getting cabs
    In Southern Alabama.
    Like pandas, Im happy if chicks quietly eat their leaves,
    Dont bother me
    And yes dear, Im busy obviously.
    But the Lizard Brain heard what she said:
    The smell of a female in-heat goes straight to the head,
    Of even men well-read and erudite
    So naturally if they ask me I can spare the world a night
    Maybe a few days,
    Just dont let the lizard-brain get carried away!
    That thing falls in love when it sees hips sway
    In short skirts or tight jeans
    The lizard brains like a fiend!
    Get me drunk and set me loose in a party
    And you know what I mean.
    Still, this thing has done well by my genome,
    It saw us crawl out of the water
    And utter the first phoneme
    Which makes it not really obsolete
    Merely the legs that allowed an evolutionary leap.
    So lizard-brain!
    Lizard brain!
    Go ahead and sing your love songs
    But the cortex and soul will take over when you go wrong.

    Submitted on 2004-10-12 16:24:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Far out... this is a favourite too! I'm finding all these poems that are grooving for me, this in particular is one of the smoother raps I've got from you, It had it's own beat as usual but wasn't too difficult to follow. I never start out thinking "okay, this is rap. engage reading-rap-assesment lens..." I just pick up whatever beat the words give me and it's always really cool when a poem can sing its song alone.

    I know the feel of the lizard brain. B'lieve me :D
    And yeah it's something I want, too... and it'd the kind of thing that makes you wonder how people who don't drink or smoke can be so natural happy. Lizard lounging... makes me think of Jim Morrison and Lenny Kravitz and dark nightclubs with smoky red lighting... sweet :D
    | Posted on 2004-10-12 00:00:00 | by Learah | [ Reply to This ]
      Actually, I don't think it's possible for the Lizzard Brain to GO wrong...because it is instinct, and it is telling you what it needs because it knows it in some base, underground place where the heart lies...

    Today is a day when I am filled with nothing but affirmation that true love not only exists but is intended to tenderly hold your heart in its hands and serve as a balm to your spirit. And only the Lizzard Brain is brave enough to embrace it...

    Can you tell I had a great weekend? *L*

    By the way...I also thought this was brilliantly-worded throughout...I'm making it a favorite...
    | Posted on 2004-10-12 00:00:00 | by Emerging Soul | [ Reply to This ]
      That was amazing. It reflects society so well, and how overthought something can get. Perfect imagry is big w/ teens today, and you did well to reflect your view on that. You also touched on the rest of the world and all the sensless corruption, all from just pure common knowledge. That's awesome. Keep writing, and I promise I will keep reading.
    | Posted on 2004-10-12 00:00:00 | by metalman_21 | [ Reply to This ]

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