Who are you to tell me?

Is it important to define everything

As if definite understanding is discovered by a species of beings |ill|capable of understanding they know nothing?How does your evidence of truth out rule my evidence of creativity? Why can’t I redefine a word if redefining my existence has become an everyday occurrence?

Life as we know it is a mystery that’s been solved, the conclusion:We Don’t K|no|w. So with evidence of no evidence of you existing outside of my dreams you are as real to me as these words, this opinion, correction: This Apple. Since my existence is sculptural so is my dictionary. My apple is my opinion |I’m a PC| Webster is behind…I can’t be caught up to(o).

I’m bored it’s 11 in the am, and this was a conversation between me, myself and ?EYE decided to jump in and let my fingers in on it as well, that’s how it ended up here :)

Rhetoric|ulous|?| “IDEEKAY” |You Tell Me…|

Gettin’ lite cuz my heads been headed for the guillotine BEHEADED…
A case of insanity…they say I’m insane…
Cuz my mental images are unframed…
They lack borders to keep them from falling outside of the box…
Borderline suicidal thoughts… of creativity
Juxtaposed by my (ill)phrenic fingers, holding on to (ill)existing walls in attempts to hold back (ME)…
But I’ll cremate myself before they bury me…my thoughts (I mean)…
because what’s the point of living if I can’t think?
Veganism doesn’t appeal to me… plus I’m way too fruity to aspire to a vegetated state…
Thus Thou Relate? or am I really that crazy?
Are my illusions so rabbit that a muzzle is needed?
Should I continue to allow these prophetic perceptions of…anything go untreated?
Medicated therapy compresses thought…
PROVOKING the opposite of change…
Now THAT’S insane…so maybe I’m ok…at least…according to my reasoning…

Do you think I’m crazy (too)?

Cuz she said “WHY YOU DON’T BE RHYMIN’?”

AYE I don’t follow beats I Lead them…

So don’t judge the structure of my poem (but if you want to That’s fine too (: )

Hunger Pains-

(MY EARS) read what you were feeding

but my mind was so hungry I couldn’t process the sound

but as the words sink into the belly of my brain I feel the heart burning pain

seeping passed my mind and into my frame

settling in my stomach waiting…unclaimed

But give me time and I will receive it

No need to repeat it, because it’s already there

I’m just playing catch up with the beats from your snare

I’m a few beats behind, I’m on a slow processing line

Cuz my hearts been receiving bad blood

So it’s not beating like it should

That same sad song rumbling from my belly

Your words SOUNDS fed into the cause

A Replenishing love of thought

EVERY MORSEL YOU THREW I CAUGHT

By Means of DESPERATION

I’ve been starving and all that CONSERVATION

of thought was truly unsettling

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I was being battered with that same old sad song

Rumbling. Churning Growing.

Into nothing but old sediment that continued to settle in (constipation)

Broken from that hinderous repetition relaxing my mental bowels from that overbearing empty stool

It feels good to have food (:

Psh… I can rhyme when I want to...

Peace.