Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Paralyzer




















This is the most free style non-sense poem I have written so far, a little unlike the rest. This poem is solely dedicated to all my fellow dopers,the leechers,the pacifiers, the ecstasy mongers,the androids,the humanoids,the rectangles,the polygons, etc . In short the "high" brotherhood. This poem is typically a conversation of a schizophrenic individual who gets high on drugs and starts asking uncomfortable questions to himself simultaneously answering the corresponding questions. It doesn't matter whether you have ever been high on drugs or not , either way I guess you will find this poem funny :) !!!!




Who is to blame
It all began
I was young and very vestal,like a newborn petal,always free to run
Is he to blame
A vacancy of thoughts concealed
Every step that I take is another failure revealed,the wounds have healed
Easy to blame
That rich enterprise
Well you don't know in this hell,your flesh treasure,they sell me the paradise
No one to blame
I'm just lost inside
But may be you are equally lost with your burned up emotions that have dried

Is their no shame
No, theres nothing to hide
I see my salty grey visions elevated with a few drops of sulphide
Is this a game
No, life is never a game
But you turned it into a hell, painter monkeys, while you whispered those holy names
Is he so lame
No, I feel the rush
My will is hallucinated, watched the angels strip, but my conscience never crushed
What is his name
No, I have no name
I was not born outta conveyor belt with stapled plastic in my forehead for fame

What is the aim
I really don't have a clue
Every passing split second , my green boredom, my world so calm and blue
What do you claim
Just to feel alive
Blend on the balance,repugnance of tired pleasure, do anything to make the high survive
You are all the same
Yes , unlike the rest of the mass
Feeding on daily contempt, we have composed the bestsellers when we were shit high on grass
Do you like cocaine
Is there a doubt
I like anything that numbs me,sprinkles inner peace and gives me a neural blackout
Are you insane
Well I'm about to be
By your pathetic questions, your profound confusion,when I'm deep high on ecstasy

Are you in love
Yes with the opium and trees
I have been digging needles and chopping feelings, ever since she left me on an autumn's breeze
Was that enough
No nothing is ever enough
Desensitized to myself, this malfunctioned brain, Oh I see my childhood dreams just appear a bluff
Is life tough
Who told you that
Theres so much to cherish with all the smack,blood up in the head and a nirvana soundtrack
Theres God above
Go and convey my hello to him
Tell him , his son has an ocean of sufferings and he doesn't know how to swim

You are to blame
Yes you are right
I am just happy in this lost corner of the world where I see everyone fight
I'm just happy
I'm just
I'm
I
Why
Fuck it
Its a Lie


“I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us.” - Jim Morrison


9 comments:

Satans Darling™ said...

I LOVED IT! Freaking funny and I can relate to it a lot!

Ragpicker said...

:) . Lets enjoy our high ash! We all can relate to it ..

Ragpicker said...

thanks for the feedback again !!!

Vinnie said...

funny!!
//I was not born outta conveyor belt with stapled plastic in my forehead for fame// coolest!

Ragpicker said...

:) dopler effect !

nan said...

What is his name
No, I have no name
I was not born outta conveyor belt with stapled plastic in my forehead for fame

Ha ha the funniest part :P

Are you insane
Well I'm about to be
By your pathetic questions, your profound confusion,when I'm deep high on ecstasy

So you felt it despite being high :P

Theres God above
Go and convey my hello to him
Tell him , his son has an ocean of sufferings and he doesn't know how to swim

So, this one has your typical touch no matter how hard u try to conceal it ;)
And the quote, yet again the perfect icing on this piece of cake ;)

Ragpicker said...

Hey nan ! thanks for the feedback ! well the poem is somewhat related to me not all of it ! And I seriously think we are sometimes treated like we were not born out of our mother's womb but from a reproductive machinery and packaged by the conveyor belts and plastics with labels of citizenship,state,religion,father's name,race,cast and similar shit. :D

Yeah that quote is one of the best insights I have ever come across by one of the best dopers of all time. Thanks again :)

Pretty Me!! said...

I agree to the comment above RP ! ( i dnt ragpicker, so i will call u RP till u tell ur real name ) .. and this is more of a prose poetry !! interesting :)

Ragpicker said...

RP - It sounds a like an Internet Protocol like HTTP , FTP or CDP shit ! :P

RP is cool - Rat Power \::/ ..Just kidding
!!! :D
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What is his name
No, I have no name
I was not born outta conveyor belt with stapled plastic in my forehead for fame
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Thanks for your feedback Prats.!!Have a great day ..