I Am All Metaphors

Discussion in 'Philosophy' started by AK Infinity, Sep 30, 2009.

  1. [This is a throwback to a thread I was pretty fond of. The point is pretty simple; you describe yourself or selves metaphorically. Naturally since I'm starting this walk on the wild side I'll go into the room first just in case there's some miscommunication between brain and hands. Open your hearts and minds and let the words flow. I really enjoy doing this so I'll post here often and I hope one or two of you join me, or if it's just me it ain't no matter. I'll just bleed from my head and hemorrhage plenty of poppycock and such. It's always been a goal of mine to make the angels weep, so I'll plug away at it until they find out heaven isn't the highest place on high. Without further ado...]


    I am his fingers moving an inch or so across the bed, probing like a fine feeler of a flying thing or a brave explorer on the precipice of the known world. Oh it creeps like a crazy fucking thing and what powers it is a beating heart, or dare I say a fire in the center of the earth, the one that keeps things spinning, spinning, spinning or dear God spinning like it will never stop. I am his urges that go thumping in the night, hot like heat but more about heavy than hue or humidity. His heart started as a strange pulsating throb down deep inside of her and her body responds like invisible airwaves. We can hear you talkin' y'all we can hear you commiserating, creating, elating or more like emitting the lotion we call lust. His fingers just go a creeping across the bed like a bright eyed big cat goes a creepin' in the bush, slinkily son, I said slinkily boy. All down low and cautious like I's a walkin' through a minefield dear Laud, I's a walkin' and a lovin' fo sho.

    I am the quiver in her body that erupts so subtly at first in the little pimples on her skin. She can feel the heat across the bed, oh like wild voices in the wild crying to each other across the void through dark and danger they belloooooooooooooooow. I am his hand gliding gently across her body to discover again the joy of beady sweat. Ya know that kind that falls freely and simulates the power of creation, thump-a-thump thump, thump. The kind of creation that was at the very beginning and began with light bright shining, that rose to a crescendo in a division of stars Lord Jesus yo, and there was this, this, this, SHATTERING that sounded like let there be FUCKING. It was oddly reminiscent of an argument between an overwhelming urge and a singularity of passion that has more in common with colliding comets. Can you just hear it if, wa, wa, wa we were granted an ear into the silence of all that dark matter? If we were given a chance to partake of sounds where no air and little light abided long before the light brigade.

    I am the heart beating in her chest that's rising to the envy of a fever pitch. It hovers just above a godhead or a very sweet thought like, nah, nah, na, nah, na. Oh it's just as mocking as mocking bird, it hollas back at you what you said but it sounds so much sweeter. She turns to meet his advances as if he was the first one to reach across, as if he were the first one to initiate. Truth is I am her want, her naked lust as she imagines what ecstasy must feel like. And I am his rage of angels y'all, the stuff that's spoken about in lore but got left out because somebody got too scared of seeing what really goes on in human heart. The part of history that got tucked away between all those great deeds but is as constant as a calm rain. It's just as sure as both their hearts singing something about sweat or swing low you silky stud.

    I am the man drinking every bit of her body, yes, yes shudder to shudder and moan to moan. I am his want, need, and abandon chiming over her body as she capitulates in caresses, moans as well, sweet scented screams of passion are like the release of a force contained, screaming on the way out "I MUST BE FREE!!!!!" Every bead of sweat is a creative act attempted, for what is passion but the banging of the big bang, bang, bang repeated, even if feebly attempted in the continuance of us.


    [AK exits the room to go look for a piece.]
     
  2. Probably not exactly what you were asking for, but your post inspired this :smoking:

    Beautiful are the intertwining differences that elegantly and so naturally form the thoughts that define who I am. They comb colors into the colorless, and rob of sanity. They echo and resonate, and they make no sound at all. Perception of a world, dying to see through a different way of thought and life. Cataclysmic emotions that stain todays portrait grey and void. Radiant vibrations that flow from the lips of angels that are inspiring and warming for the lobe to feel. What defines life, without the presence of death? Happiness without sad? Love without hate? A piece of peace for uneasy eyes, and heavy hearts, a shady tree for a long days work. One by one, everything in this creation starts to combine, the lines and edges connect, and the shades reflect each other. Happiness Perceived is Peace Achieved.
     
  3. I am the sightless seer bathed in darkness looking for the light switch to my mind.

    I am the pavement under a truck.

    I am the bustle in the hedgerow.

    I am waiting for the sun to rise on the night time stands still.

    I am the continuation of regression.

    I am bathed in liquid light.
     
  4. #4 AK Infinity, Sep 30, 2009
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    - I am the dark descending around my City, falling by a degree every hour only to see it raise by the same hours later.

    - I am the newfound fear of a Neanderthal, bold, standing still on the horizon with a furrowed brow.

    - I am a gust of gratitude, blowing ever so slightly when the hearts of men deign to do a good deed.

    - I am a grungy ally cat, licking it's paws by a gutter, with a smell of fresh fish all around me.
     
  5. put ya metaphors into some rhymes homie and join the rap battle thread.
     



  6. True that bro. :)

    I am a badass Doctor Doom so demented, power hungry for a love that I never had or will ever know. Solitary in his single-minded obsession to be all-powerful and it matters not who must be crushed so that this will be. I'm all compressed and packed up in a souped-up tin can and megalomania is the least of problems, for what force can deny a nimble mind if it spins on false praise and is heartily supped on a never ending ego ya know? I am the ugliness beneath his mask and madness comes when his mind refuses to see reality as it is, it bends over backward to change it and charge it with the same pettiness that rules his life.
     
  7. I am a tango in Paris while twisting a tangy twirl, ya know, the way that flags unfurl. Full of blowing patriotism and conviction but as seen and heard as an empty debtor's room after an eviction. Around and around I go all loopy and lefty, drunk after blind idealism, trying to skip towards something better, I wish, I wish, I wish for realism.

    I am...
     
  8. Now we rhyme yah?

    I am seething ire in the eyes of a boy sitting next to a fire contemplating the existence of life and the universe. The unfolding potential of a world accidental, the doctrines that mold, untold, from persistence, the syllables of a well-timed verse.

    I am the slip in the space-time fabric. I am the the dissonance that falls in key. I'm the shadow on the wall, the reflection in the mirror, the Stradivariant light that dwells in you and me.
     
  9. im a lyrical artist...
    i paint pictures with words
    constantly changing people in my life,
    just to see if the figures will work
    ill make a post on this "thread"
    and break down string theory
    you came ready to learn
    but now you leave weary
     
  10. #10 AK Infinity, Oct 5, 2009
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    I am a terrible swoon
    the kind that typically strikes during a monsoon
    all rainy and shit, sort of a mood spoiler
    if taken underwater with a wise-ass


    The spinning is terrific around and around
    and around and around and around
    and around and around and around and around
    and around and around to an unsure shuffle


    I am on an axis of epiphanies
    broad shouldered but bewildered
    as night slowly turns to day
    I struggle fellow strugglers to find the way
     
  11. I am the one Digit missing in this equation.

    I am the soldier of so many wars...

    I am naught here. I am a double naught spy.
     
  12. I am sex without body parts, propaganda of the panspermic agenda, transporter of the intangible, and a massive pain the molars of every slack jawed yokel within throwing distance.
     
  13. I am prone to be prophetic when looking at the plainly obvious.

    I am cool when the world is teetering on the edge of oblivion but catastrophic in a slight breeze. I get all weak kneed and wobbly when a butterfly flies with its wings twinkling a tawdry tranquilty of lightness yo, of brightness bro.

    I am a bowl of dog food that's a mash of meaty misunderstandings, ground up, crushed and forgotten.

    I am this, this, this, breath.
     
  14. I am the background music in a movie, that most don't hear when it's present, and can't place what's missing when it's not there.

    I am the man on the sidewalk begging for change, thinking of ways his life could be rearranged.
     
  15. I am
    a
    collection
    of
    prime
    moving
    particles,
    the
    kind
    that
    believe in
    Bukowski without question and revel in drunken rages.

    I am
    the tendency
    to
    confuse
    hate
    with
    power and defiance,
    when all that is
    is
    a
    whole lotta fear.
     
  16. I am the bud that fills your bowl, gives you life and feeds yo soul
     
  17. Language is a brilliant art and in the way we use it, it has become abstract, we call it logic or we call it luck but the fact is every number is the number one.
     
  18. I am a little skip with some pep in my step, stepping, skipping, and flitting like a springy deer moving nimbly through the brush, oh hush honey such is the power of the wild side to deliver. Skip-------skip--------skip-------(hear that roar of wind between each step)-------skip-------skip-------skip--------(that ever so brief transfusion of air flow son)------skip--------skip-------skip--------(feel me)----------skip----------skip-------skip---------->
     
  19. I am nonsense wrapped in a blanket of warm Mongolian mistresses.

    I am a confused pedophile looking through Maxim magazine.

    I am an STD inside a cucumber.

    I am the cheesy villain in a nonexistent, Mel Brooks' comedy.

    I am a scuba diving squirrel looking for a nut on the Mid Atlantic Ridge.
     
  20. "Perfection
    flawless, masterpiece, no mistakes
    Back in the 1800's I was burned at the stake
    Metaphor Mephistopheles
    Degrees I've achieved
    The brain fluid it takes to believe
    would equal the seven seas
    I could reveal the true name of God
    But you would go insane upon hearing it
    Release enough winds to
    blow down pyramids
    I'm the Michelangelo of syllables
    Since I freestyle
    Genesis been biblical
    That's something you got to give in to"
     

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