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green crunchy popsicle snot...

March 17, 2017

green crunchy popsicle snot...

So Right now, I am going to share a bit about MY style of rhyme,

rhythm and the flow and depth of thought it has taught... ME... over time

for rhyme’s a prototype or... paradigm

that’s been used throughout MANKIND

through people like me and you... who...

are so inclined, I find

to reflect a time...

that can’t be confined... or left behind.

So, when I create a rhyme

I find a depth of thought

now so inclined

to unbind my mind

to help rewind unaligned thoughts

lost in time...

it’s the design I find combined with out-dated thoughts declined!

 

"WHAT? I KNOW!"


It sometimes freaks me out though... as I can sometimes go... "Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs"?!

One second I could be writing about...

substance and depth or... reflecting upon Rene Descartes part... of the things one doubts...

the next...

I could be writing about...

me hanging out

eatin’ beans, Wieners and Saurkraut... with a SOUR friggin' POUT!

The second I flout the clout I CAN NOT seem to doubt...

is the same second I hear people SHOUT OUT...

"Dude, what the hell is this Sprite Guy spoutin’ about?"

Well...

it comes and it goes...

who knows...

what might flow...

from the nose of an indigenous John Doe?

See?

"It just happened again... I never know!"

There are times of: NOT BEING PRESENT where STUPID SH#T just flys out of my mouth...

so, if the SH#T goes north...

there are times... I just go SOUTH!

Sometimes my rhymes seem to make sense...

sometimes they’re shallow and deceptive

sometimes intense...

just to condense thought to word... to common friggin' sense...

whatever is that, huh?

It seems to make sense...

for my present self-confidence... is my only SELF-DEFENSE!

It’s just THE CONSEQUENCE of EVIDENCE... at my own... UNCONSCIOUS SPIRITUAL EXPENSE...

that’s all it is... internal talk!

"One WAY... or the Other" as the old-school rocker, BLONDIE sings and squawks about... in this song: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kg9LasvLFE

It’s just the coincidence of what rhyme creates

from one's sub-conscious ego-defenses.

As for the meaning of rhyme?

Well, it creates itself in a second flat...

as one may hear this...

while another may hear THAT!

For that’s the magic of rhyme... that’s its format.

Writing in rhyme creates depth and thought...

even thoughts sublime.

Rhyme has its downsides... I must admit

for it can create different perceptions that sometimes fit...

a train of thought from those
who seemingly commit to omit...

Respect of Others!

Now, that’s BULLSHHH...!

Mind you...

rhyme stands not alone in its dual interpretation

for even religion... has its duel advocation.

One will hear this

while one will hear that...

one’s a lion

the other, pussycat.

Rhymes breathe this air
for that’s it’s habitat!

It’s phat...

for this tit for tat,

just to find the things you need to bleed from things you esoterically perceive to dial in on and read...

so, respect the written word and not mislead one's mind around

those who indeed feed on simple philosophical greed!

It’s just those who need to unconsciously mislead others... in hopes to just metaphorically succeed.

At some point, we will eventually plead 

and finally, concede...

to the respect for ALL... and not impede

upon a judgment or belief... of another man or woman’s friggin' CREED!

So, before I finish...

I say it’s time to...

well...

maybe not...

but I think I know what flows from the nose

of a pretty cold, John Doe!

it’s a lot of a lot, of a longshot...

but...

I think... it’s green crunchy popsicle SNOT...

that taste a lot like...

a frozen piece of apricot that got

caught... lost in time to rot!  

"Not! It was frozen, dude... it couldn’t rot!"

Well, unless it rots BEFORE the snot gets caught...

in the deep freeze?

“Dude! You’ve tasted a "Jon Doe's" snot?"

No... but I’ve tasted an apricot that underwent decomposition OR simply put... ROT...

“So how do you know if that tastes the same as John Doe snot?...

if you have NOT actually tasted the apricot that rot

side by side the actual John Doe SNOT!?"

Good point!

Then forget everything I said about the green crunchy popsicle snot dot dot dot!

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   Here are a few of my esoteric rhymes which I composed and recorded to music supplied to me... by FRIENDS outside America. THESE RECORDINGS ARE FREE... FREE... free... to REFLECT upon... IF so inclined to do so...

     

 

 

(CUT and PASTE)...

http://www.umarain.com/music.htm

- scroll to find music tracks by:

Robin Brown

-10 seconds of patience needed to download each piece

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                

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