Got to spit half of my poem Dead Dog Paradox over beats at the UO hip hop jam tonight. It was dope. Here are the lyrics if youd like to read... Consider the dog on the side of the road. Weathering the elements, the hot and the cold Unbothered by the buzzards, the vultures, the crows Trampled underfoot, but he’s got no soul. Rigamortis sets in; He becomes stiff-necked And eventually his people will forget him. The very ones who begot him, will soon walk away And leave him in the sod ‘til he’s soft and rotten. And the one soft spot in their hearts is hardened Time dulls the pain and he’s quickly forgotten. Left alone ‘til his bones are bleached and scattered His hide is tattered. Does anything matter? Death is inevitable; it doesn’t matter if the corpse is presentable. Laid out in a coffin, or baked on the asphalt Or locked away from the masses in a very high class vault. The ultimate question stares us straight in the eyes So we look away quickly to distractions, denial. Chilled to the very depths of our soul The curse of our youth is that we all grow old. Our bodies will break down. Starting……right…..now….. All the heathenistic hedonists are out chasing pleasure Without any purpose, a bird without feathers. It’s worthless. We were made for more. Deep down you know that we were made to soar. To feel the wind beneath our wings Lifting us up to heights unknown. To sing a symphony, not guttural groans. The truth is, our lives are often fruitless. Our deepest fear is insignificance. Is it all to no avail? We’re just chasing our tails ‘Til exhausted we drop to the ground, limp and pale. And despite being breathless we try to protest this Dumping our checklists into bottomless chests. Rejecting nutrition, we gorge on confections. Seeking affection, we click XXX flicks Or numb our minds with days of Netflix. Confession: We’ve all run in the wrong direction. For life is not found in the arms of another Life is not found at the top of the ladder. Life is not found at the bottom of a bottle, Your drunken reflection and bursting bladder. Life is not found in every escape. The truth is, the truth is what you must face. A mysterious thing, you probably missed it. This powerful paradox can sometimes seem cryptic. Now Im not a mystic, I’m just a misfit I’m just the kid that no one wants to sit with Caught up in the mix of daily subsistence I’m pledging my life to a higher existence To find life, you first must lose it. Surrender to the one who defines what truth is. Release all the things that you’re clutching for dear life Open your hands and receive it - real life. Stop struggling and splashing, so frantic and manic Your panic pulls you deep into the pit of quicksand. Take hold of the lifeline, the outstretched hand To pull you into the lifeboat, manned By the God who loved you more than you know While you swam away and cursed Him in your soul. We were made to know Him. He takes us as we are, humbled and broken And fills our lives with joy overflowing. The door to life is open…Let’s go in.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 06:00:10 +0000
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