Belch a child of creative endeavor,
Let fly the encysted thoughts.
Fret not over censure, teach a lesson
That they'll never take to heart.
For they won't let go
Once they taste the sweetness
Of fear that in your veins flows.
Scratch phonemic symbols upon paper,
A child of creative endeavor,
Let loose upon a numb world
Such words that will arouse senses forgotten,
That, once awakened, won't ever sleep again.
Be the tide of salts and proteins
That clamber toward unsuspecting ganglia.
Ejaculate colors upon cotton fibers,
Impregnate it with a child of creative endeavor,
Let them know your sweat through your work.
There is no reason to stop, keep wandering, keep wondering.
Prance about a lighted stage
Like a TV fashion consultant.
Rail against stagnancy, denounce inactivity, reward thought.
Reward thought and provoke reactions;
Be not afraid.
Author notes
I'm aware that the line "Of fear that in your veins flows" rolls off the tongue a little weirdly. Thought I'd give your muscles a little exercise, whether they be the literal muscles of your tongue and lips, jaws, or the metaphorical muscles of the reading center of your brain.
And having everything spoonfed to you in easily digestible portions can get so boring, don't you think?
Thanks!
- El Gio
Written September 16th, 2003
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Hmmmmmm....
Let loose upon a numb world
Such words that will arouse senses forgotten,
That once, awakened, will never sleep again.
I can almost substitue the word 'feelings' for 'senses' in this write. All I can say is "I'm Awake!" I'm glad I was able to read this.
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