he uses music to drive the thoughts from his head
he misunderstands himself no wonder no one gets it
the intensity of the signal garbles the message
you need a decoder to understand this shit
so he refines his terminology brushes up his syntax
tries to wring logic out of emotion craving the clarity that eludes him
i’m trying to speak with honesty in my hands it’s like a slap
it flares up too bright too hot without modifiers
you can’t finesse the truth
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I love this line(s): “i’m trying to speak with honesty in my hands it’s like a slap*
* it flares up too bright too hot without modifiers*
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Thanks Joey, my inability to express myself clearly to other people is a source of ongoing frustration for me, and no doubt for them.
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I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!
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Thanks man. I’d be happy if you’re inspired to write a new song.
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