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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 21
Sign: Aries

City: Chico
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/8/2005

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June 17, 2008 - Tuesday 

Current mood:nerves.

 

 

Welcome to ground zero

of the vernacular revolution.

We're shedding light on sillouhettes

and their contributions..

Such as (but not limited to):

Revenge,

er- i mean, Retribution,

Retaliation.

Illusions!..

of justice, seeping through the cracks.

Filling each-and-every lung to its brim.

(is this supposed to taste like oxygen?)

Wisps of hate escape with each syllable

re....re...re...

wind and check the pretense.

Ignore the charades in their defense, Yes..

it's true, these words were elected by Popular Vote.

Like the righteous lowlife bottom-feeders,

Smiling, Waving,

passing themselves off as leaders.

Although the verbage be switched,

We CANNOT let the meaning has missed.

 

And yes, i'll confess;

I wish i could fight more and cry less,

because this profit system is meaningless

if you don't stand for gain..

But everyone. i mean EVERYONE stands for change.

What is it to stand for change?

To stand for improvement?

Innovation?

Peace?...Loooove?

Embedded in all of these words is a sense of gain.

A sense that are better off after the fact.

That we should learn, and absorb,

like a child, like a sponge,

like a father teaches his son...

Like a student heeding words-

words combined creating meaning

Painted in my eyes.

 

And they say the greatest gift is to give,

so that another can recieve.

But what if we percieve

each benifit as a detriment, and

the more we know,

the worse we feel,

can you tell me which one is real?

please, go ahead..

go ahead and try!

paint me a lesson that will change my mind.

 

-aaron knight

 

ok, so here are my notes on this. if you know me you understand the influences in this one. it's my first ever EVER EVER slam of ANY sort. let me stress this. it's the first. ever. by me (mmk?).

 

if you read it. i want feedback. because the last thing i need is to see 1001293 people read it (because i'm so popular.. right?) and have zero comments.

 

so yeah. i think i've covered all my bases before submitting this.

 

April 9, 2008 - Wednesday 

Just a box,
On a shelf collecting,
Regrets like dust.
Collecting memories,
Emotions at a dizzying rate.
Left, right,
Around and around..
Still.
Burgundy lid that does
Not close,
Plastic consumes plastic,
Plastic withholds it all.
Plastic holds a picture,
From our last trip.
Wishing this confusion
Will permeate to equilibrium,
Like a cool sharp breeze
on a dewless morning.
I am plastic.
Containing everything
behind a reseal-able zip,
top.
The miracle of Plastic,
Contain, contain,
Departmentalize..
Just a box,
Just a boy,
Just my Father.
The human condition,
In a lunch sack,
This is hardly the way
For us all to act.

April 9, 2008 - Wednesday 

Vision of Chance

 

 

walking through this sliced pepperoncini grove,

the smell evoking a hunger..

it’s taste exciting

each, bud,

with it’s sweet bite.

blinded by a curtain of smoke,

like the aimless wanderings of a thousand moths,

as each slice hits the heat of our fire.

fate, or circumstance,

visions of chance..

shifting,

from my eyes to yours..

Shifting,

The flames grow higher,

As if the world around us

holds our same sentiment.

As if the branches themselves

Beckon for our immediate

Union.

And as I pray for this to be fate

With all my reason,

Trying to justify the circumstance..

I know, as we both know,

That this is just another vision

of chance.