The Indegestion of Previous Thought
The Indegestion of Previous Thought belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and West Midlands UKThere are words left to say, but I cannot speak the english I envisaged
I’m left speaking in some sort of common ground that was once a paradox
I’m in-between two evils, the latter and the former
A rye smile to improvise the chorus we once sang together
Deja vú is entertainment, a post-mortem of a memory
Gaffa tape to the mouth, to silence your critics
We must discover what is left to re-discover before we are discovered
A daylight robbery of condemnation and regret
Must we have such opinions on such vast amounts of intoxins
And why are these opinions kept as a stubborn necessity?
The idea that love is a why within an uncompromised sexual desire
In an ideal that is so flawless, but always so flawed
There are words I smile and nod at to invite the aggravation
To a vulgar sound of english that gives me the upper hand in the battle
It must be comforting to know that we take it one frame at a time
Although we’re digesting the ingredients that remind us of the last encounter
If there is love there, then we can be some sort of martyrs
Portraying our ideals without ever bowing to our national acceptance
But we can be brought down by our heros and influences
Destroyed by our own plee for acceptance in our fear of failure
There are words left to say, but I cannot speak the english I envisaged
I’m left speaking in some sort of common ground that was once a paradox
I’m in-between two evils, the latter and the former
A rye smile to improvise the chorus we once sang together
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