poetry critical

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Random Poem:

(Death=evolution, evolution=progression, progression=infinite, infinity=)Shades of God.

Why am I doing this,
I must ‘av forgotten what I used to be
How time used to work:
Long periods without intoxication, living life,
Sharing lots time with good friends,
Friends that meant something.
Never really talked to
My Stupid brother, never thinking
About stupid problems,
Having crushes that had no meaning,
On girls that didn’t know me.
Now I’m having sex
with girls I don’t know,
and falling in love was nothing
I expected it to be: =meaningless,
A three-month short story.
Now I cant go long without weed
And love is a joke, a pissing contest
And a lesson in educate  
And an elevator system beyond reason
And a virgins’ wish: the touted prince.
Give me one more hit and I’ll be happy
Living off of scorn and
The breath of ash: the harsh pull
Like a bowstring that I cannot pull,
And the con-my-self, I cannot pull
On my self, I cannot pull
Reason from anything,
I must search in my intuition:
My puppeteer, my macro-self,
My observer, my inclinations,
My greater, more infinite piece,
My teller of truth. My god,
My alter ego is in tune with a smarter ego.
Eyes show a sign, a symbol
A word: limitation, transformation
Generation, mutation, death, change,
Birth, life, change, moment dies, change,
New moment dies, change: evolution: death,
Change, progression: Patterns of infinity
Forming recollection, disease,
Problems of life in general,
My alter ego is unaffected, but he says
My life is necessary for his existence to
Have meaning. Have me, my love is
Meaningless, and here I was, dumb.
Looking out for the only bitch that matters:
Me. and everything is going down
The shitter soon, if I don’t pull my lazy,
But once-was-sufficed-by-parental-hands,
Ass out the frying pan.

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