'Re-Cognition' Poem by Forrest Barden

I am dead, thus I am death,
Thus I can choose life for those around me.....

Astoundingly,
Pound for pound,
This grated at me
Til it ground me into the ground.
Sound was all lost,
And propounded not thoughts,
But a glossary of things
Numinous but not forgot....

Simply never known.
'Home' was a hoarse whisper in a foreign tongue;
'Dumb' in the physical sense,
Past tense if you get where im comin from...
'Numb' to the fullest extent;
A propensity for blissful indifference.
An intensity beyond all pleasantries
Setting me apart from all the idiots
And my insidiously ridiculous,
Hideously fastidious impulse sets in.
Hold on, any questions?
Im not saying all this again!
So you better pay attention my friends,
Dictionaries are recommended.
My extensive existentialism
Isn't pretend, its pretentious.

There is no god anywhere
Smart enough to invent this.
The depth at which my mind lives
Is unfathomable in its selected residence.
But thats the simple bits...
Explained in laymans for the simpletons.
Im riddled with far more levity
Than expressed in front of most middle men.

And think of that metaphor in this sense:
'We are just conduits for something greater,
Like a fleshy container
For the true intangibles lost on this plain of mayhem.'
Say it.
Let it sink in.
Think for a full minute on it,
Not like a prayer or a hymn.

But anthropomorphize it
Into assimilated informational guidance.
Thats how wisdom is written within your
Ignorant little minds kids.
I've tried many things before,
Though ive never tried this.
My solidarity to my methodology
Is callin me to redefine this....

Kindness is simply a derivative
Of the word compassion,
Which is a personally interpreted
Delineation of empathy. The fact is
I dont have this.
And my lack of it has been tragic
Enough for me to falsely create
Coping mechanisms to combat it.

Thats called playing pretend
To make all family and friends
Believe you actually give a flying
Mother f@*k about any of them.
Some people call it being a 'sociopath',
Thats why i can laugh while your crying;
Thats why i can smile while your lying;
Thats why i can whistle while your dying.
But now, more than ever, all eyes seem prying.
And my tongue keeps tying
Itself into fancy sailors knots
While im trying to define me.

Well im finished.
The only person that needs to get it gets it.
Now I'll ask it one more time:
My friends, any questions?