OUT OF THIS WORLD
Roland Michel Tremblay
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This is not Black Poetry
It is Out of this World
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OUT OF THIS WORLD
There is something frightening
about a Bride's Smile
I Wish I
could be More Fucked Up these Days
This one
will last beyond my death
I Have Convinced Myself that I am the Best
I need more
brainwashing sessions
We are living
on a computer chip
Only
through extremes you understand
What
would you like to be later in life?
What would
you like for Christmas?
Have
you lost Faith in Destiny?
Sorry for
using you, you deserve it
Oh please let
me be happy again!
History
has got nothing to do with you
Marginalized
multi-media artist from New York
Oh God! Don’t make me
leave London!
I never want
to go to bed again
What’s
hot today that will be dead tomorrow
Are you
convinced that I am mad now?
A Psychologist
you say? Oh shit…
Everyone
needs to start somewhere
That’s it, I
will commit suicide, I had enough
I want
to vibrate at a higher frequency
And what about
this higher state of consciousness?
I have lost the will to live a long time ago
I thought succeeding socially would help me
I was so wrong
I guess I knew nothing could be big enough to make me forget
That I was never alive
Perhaps it is because I never really was
Like anything else on this planet
I know there is something beneath everything
Something else that we will never know about
Unfortunately we will never know about it
This game has gone on long enough
I refuse to continue being this lab rat
To satisfy the whims of God
I refuse to be dead any longer
I am going to live
I will built life
It will look like nothing you have ever seen
But it will be real
Oh, why am I dead?
I want to leave everything behind
I want to announce that I am leaving for
I don’t care about visa and working permit
I am leaving
The farthest point on this planet, perhaps not far enough
But I cannot yet leave the solar system
Does our love ones will understand?
Will they try to stop me?
Declaring me unfit for living?
With reason…
Don’t the Chinese need someone able to speak many languages except
Chinese?
I might end up in a call centre
Answering stupid people incapable to understand how Windows works
I might have to do this day after day
Press the power button
And get lost in there
But I will be in
Observing and Judging and Criticizing
Till death
Anything as long as I forget who I am and where I am
Anything to forget reality
Will
I need to get out of here!
I need to change my life!
I need to not be thinking anymore!
I need nothing anymore!
There
is something frightening about a Bride's Smile
A Bride's Smile
Something unnatural
Something sending shivers down my spine
Something you see in a killer's face
A Bride's Smile
Shines like a clean sink
Smells like a garbage can
Haunts you forever and ever
A Bride's Smile
Is madness
Is illogical
Is insane
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