Date: Thu Sep 23 12:58:46 2004
From: Tyler J
Subject: Subject-ification

Here I sit in my guarded concrete bunker,

What to write on these imaginary lines?
What to ponder in this imaginary mind?

My traffic pounded vibrating nervousness of my system, nervous
But will it agree? No what is agree?
Why do I ask in such mundane rhetoric these meaning questions?

Does it really matter?
All day, thoughts, ideas, mysterious dark forms of rhythm and rhyme pound my
tenderness and villainous reality like a hungered magpie,
Veracious to my soul are these pies of pity

What of virtues?

What are my virtues that I seek in slow succession one to come and all to go?

But where do they flow?
Heaven does not know, nor does He show

Conflicting virtues we all must envision on swampy slews of our framework, inside
Does it lie?
Never, think lie
Only discover what it is your virtuous intrigue truly desires,
Inside,
But what if you never desire?
What if you desire a life of solitude?
A life of seclusion from temptation of the ravenous beasts of creation,
Greedy for blood and golden plutonium blood they seek,

Left alone to discover me,
What ever me shall be,
Or shall I cease to be, me
Lay root in the land and live as a naturalist
Oh but the ignorance I see in a naturalist
Envy them I do,
This I cannot deny but true,
But half open are their eyes of despair
Unwelcome are warriors of misery and dissipation of the man in my virtuous rays
of idealist nothing talk.

• Subject-ification by Tyler J on Thu Sep 23 12:58:46 2004