i'm building... (a poem) by lucas mcclure

I build and build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty in all or everything one could create,
I build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty...
to many people breathing, this co2 is collecting, you people are getting kind of muggy...
still with heart in my chest, still breathing I hardly rest, the rhythms is never lost, cause it's always kept instep.




I build and build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty in all or everything one could create,
to vivid are these colorings, well within the margins but outside all on those thick misguided lines.
I've crossed to the other side, the wrong side, and I stand to my back to the tracks,
close where the trains cast shadows reaching like a father to his failed children.
My society calls out for me.
Beckoning me to breathe deeply, to light another cigarette...
to exhale the frail functions, expelling the tomes trapped in my thoughts,
scribbling away the lexicon of my generation, my lives purpose is what I'm facing.
Like a signature with a pricks of our fingers,
we need to exceed the tips of each point that will build greater systems
not just "going down" hill, but going down, like we're picking up speed.
I build and build and build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty.
Our steam has broke the engines belonging to our ingenuity. we've fallen, popular art dictates life, or diesel engines sparks only causing these dismal arks greater courteousness. Now aware of nothing greater.
Someone smarter than me once said that we as humanity create out of need, and simple living would set us free.
While theses assholes, study numbers, and to now create our needs.
Not this "green" painted all over this trash, and everything recycled is still thrown away.
Blown astray like plastic superstore bags over stretches of rusty rails across this vacant landscape,
replacing the tumbleweeds over fresh ties in stock footage of those black and white Hollywood westerns.
Token misguided moral everything.
I build and build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty in all or everything one could create
and I build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty... to many people breathing, this co2 is collecting, you people are getting kind of muggy... still with heart in my chest, still breathing I hardly rest, the rhythms is never lost, cause it's always kept instep. But I build for fear, fear for you, fear for us. I fear when I am no longer here to build.

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[awsomecutegirl1]

ya i dont get it

[newcomposition]

@awsomecutegirl1 it's ok. its a collection of terms that build expression. some you might not be familiar with... keep up the writing

[awsomecutegirl1]

@newcomposition okkkkkk

[newcomposition]

@awsomecutegirl1 ok

[CelphaFiael]

been a while lucas. glad to see you're still producing quality art. the entropy hasn't gotten you. it's everywhere. =)

[newcomposition]

@CelphaFiael yes and i've seen what's become of you. maybe at my wedding i'll fly you out here for my girls bachelorette party.... i think it would make for a nice compilation video... make all the fans go just wild... i could just see it now....

[azacs]

@newcomposition sounds interesting.  Looking forward to seeing what you're talking about.

[newcomposition]

@azacs oh that last part is cute. theirs an idea that i've been working on... maybe i'll be able to get it out and you can tack on little complements where ever you see fit.

[azacs]

"I build and build but the amass of entropy is doomed to overcome the beauty in all or everything one could create"

Sounds to me like your feeling down about the worth of any one humans creations. Glad to know your out there feeling, living, breathing but I fundamentally disagree with the sentiment. Hope you don't mind that someone, somewhere feels, breaths and lives something different. I'd feel doomed if entropy couldn't shatter the ephemeral brilliance of any individual soul.

[TheSpencer1960]

Why are tortured artists so fucking hot!? I am old enough to be his Dad, but He is so HOT!

[CelphaFiael]

"Our steam has broke the engines belonging to our ingenuity."

"to exhale the frail functions, expelling the tomes trapped in my thoughts,"

"I fear when I am no longer here to build."

strike me as phrases i need to keep in my mind. as helping hands or as fists; either will do.