I Guess Flesh Really Can't Repent

I Guess Flesh Really Can't Repent

A Poem by Davidgeo
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brain flesh cannot repent;

your mind will not be saved.

(jars are myths and this aint futurama)

so when I masturbate to clown porn

i think to myself...

thought is more transient

than transcendent... f**k my life

"what a wonderful world"

i think to myself

*sources : common sense

none of us are meant to last...

(meat does spoil)

none of us are meat to last...

so why not live like you f*****g stole it?

(f**k the world)

chew on it

(social distortion)

i hear it tastes like roses sometimes,

smells like velvet, feels like vigor

(redacted)

without need of swear words...

a fact remains,

the best of us always die before the rest of us.

and all the idiots then smell roses

(redacted)

who just happened to make it.

back whole

(maybe it hurts to remember)

meow

(so it's nice to forget)

and sometimes live for a while

(like the aftermath of humping an AIDS patient)

it varies

and do remember...

(outdated advice)

always keep your powder dry,

and use what you have.

for invariably,

at the end of the day,

nothing is saved. (for you)

(life is an old school Nintendo_

get the codes

^^^^^^^^^^^^   UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, START

© 2017 Davidgeo


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yeah - I like the thought process here, something I have pondered off and on for a lifetime - and I get it - I do - live and live without boundaries, because, well, why not? does any of it matter anyway - nah - it's only a perception of mattering, and whose perception and why should I care for how they view their life, my life, life as it is lasid out in front of me. Well goddamit, I don't, but then some moutha f*****g thought that creeps out of god knows where tells me - you know what I do care - and f**k me why do I care at all .... yeah, I get it, good articulation here - nice one and I shall leave you with some Swami V ...


why - well only because I was caught on this transient transcendental thought and for no other reason

The only way to achieve consciousness is by concentrating on the physical, the mental and the spiritual. Concentration on the powers of the spirit to discover unity in diversity is called consciousness.
All that draws on unity is moral; all that draws on diversity is immoral.
Swami Vivekananda

you take care ... yeah that's right ... said with bloody meaning from the land of the roo's ...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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yeah - I like the thought process here, something I have pondered off and on for a lifetime - and I get it - I do - live and live without boundaries, because, well, why not? does any of it matter anyway - nah - it's only a perception of mattering, and whose perception and why should I care for how they view their life, my life, life as it is lasid out in front of me. Well goddamit, I don't, but then some moutha f*****g thought that creeps out of god knows where tells me - you know what I do care - and f**k me why do I care at all .... yeah, I get it, good articulation here - nice one and I shall leave you with some Swami V ...


why - well only because I was caught on this transient transcendental thought and for no other reason

The only way to achieve consciousness is by concentrating on the physical, the mental and the spiritual. Concentration on the powers of the spirit to discover unity in diversity is called consciousness.
All that draws on unity is moral; all that draws on diversity is immoral.
Swami Vivekananda

you take care ... yeah that's right ... said with bloody meaning from the land of the roo's ...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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