Haiku round two, bitch
Coming at you super slick
Hip hop on the brain
Someone from the past
It's been a long time, my friend
What's your name again?
In the world of jobs
Occupation, Profession
Occupy no cash
Sneaky old people
They get away with murder
But they have candy
To make yourself laugh
Is the greatest of all joys
What else could you need!
I just realized
No rhetorical questions
Have a question mark
Doctor Evil's dad
Invented the question mark
Obscure reference
Syllable number
Is it two or is it three
In the word reference
I'll just make it both
It can't logically be both
Logic can suck it
Yes, I can do that
Philosophy of science
Willard Orman Quine
The web of belief
Logic is dropped if need be
Think Schrödinger's cat
This hour seem long
I was having so much fun
Now it is a chore
But I will not stop
I am beyond determined
What's the point again?
Fun to pull a twist
I'm like M. Knight Shyamalan
The sixth sense was good
Parents teach their kids
Let the children lead the way
They know how to learn
A rigid structure
Will destroy something inside
No more sense of self
They will pass it on
Children's children dead inside
For generations
And now here we are
No sense of self no strong hearts
Perpetual war
We hate each other
For now we stand divided
How long til we fall
Is this not our fate
I know we could stop it all
But no peace of mind
Peace of mind will yield
Sense of self and strength of heart
Thus, meditation
By meditation
We can see inside ourselves
The Son is inside
Are not epistles
Littered with references
Of the Christ within
Why then do you judge
The justified in scripture
Fellow Christians
They have lost the way
They claim it and grasp at it
Close your eyes to see
They see with their eyes
So they are easy to fool
The mind is an eye
How blind they all are!
Yet they think themselves the light
The sun can blind us
The land of the blind
The one eyed man is murdered
Two eyed men stay mute
I must have one eye
I cannot seem to shut up
Psych ward, no casket
Perhaps one point five
I only want to help share
Your joy is my joy
I would strike the sun
The whale is my destiny
Captain of my soul
Esoterica
A map without a legend
We become legend
This is the well spring
In the last place you would look
Where it is darkest
This is no bullshit
I have seen the sun and moon
They are one, not two
Morning Evening Star
Modern man calls ancients fools
They were geniuses
Do you think they thought
Light could exist with no source
My God, we are dumb
The reason is this
We like to think ourselves smart
This is ignorance
It is so fucked up
Yell at someone for laughing
You bring death to joy
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