Absent Minded
Salvage me for the future of your kingdoms
If you can salvage a few pieces of my work
i dont back up
if you can hold a few pieces of my art for the future to one day read
that perhaps they never would have
out of the thousands of pages i have written
im not sure which pages i would pick or why or when or how
but i know
i have written many great things ahead of my time
i have written things i cannot truly completely describe
i have written things inspired by dreams i wish to cross into reality
I know if the shoe was on the other foot and i wrote like me
you wrote like you
you felt superior for you were doing things the way you thought they should be dfoing
and i the author uneducated
and thus a fool
i should be shunned
but the future needs to know needs to see
needs to be subjected to me
I don't know why i feel this way
perhaps this is your free will religion
I'll never get published but the ones you like
you can take for granted today and pass on and keep alive
and forever everyone will wonder why Troy Nelson knows soo much about the mystery of shadowfiend
Salvage some of my work
i beg and plead
i wont be here forever and with soo much gteatness to write
and i try soo hard tro be different
to be me
to be outside of the box
thatys what you wanted
is it not?
thats whay you craved?
so am i behind before my time?
or straggling along?
salvage me
save me from the nothing i am doomed to become for the fact of spelling mistakes
which may not be mistakes at all
save me from this generation of mindless drones of everything has to be perfect
and show the future how you gave the present this scar i am
as we push the next envelope farther
salvage this end of the story and make a toast of your five or sdeven poems you just ripped off like the perfect crime to one day
show that someone who wroite differently than millions of billions of writers oncve upon a time did
so who am i?
a nobody a nothing?
in the middl;e crying begging to be relewased from the torture of all these eyes watching
when noones aropund
and dno one would believe these silent wars of drugs and paranoia and malfunctioning doctores
salvage me from the wreck and see the sinking ship
save mne from my own disgrace to see one day if i live out this nightmare and ytou catch ont o my freudian past nightmare freedom of speach freudian slips
that indeed there is rerason to express what i am expressing and always have and did
save me from the nothing i am
for the betterment of man to pick apart a book of one lunatic guinea pig
menatlly ill genius
instead of diagnosing thousands of sane and insane men and women alike
save thes pages to be studied for the future uncertain of prodigal children
psuychology psychics and insight
and see the fountains of words and men and mice
salvage what you can from this site
save what you can from today to bring to tomorrow
who teaches what as aleader
as a good follower
who brings logic to the disorder
to show you contrrolling manipulation
and all he has to do is dodge bullets as he crosses the border
without a compasss nad amap
andf i payed my price with pills i have swallowed and a guide to an insane mans brain
now write my life story
figure out the dates i wrote what when and why
my emotional scales
and so begins your puzzle
and the mensa geniuses psychologists psychiatrists can doctor me up forever my friends instead of them playing guinea pig with someone
that needs nothing
make this your life lesson
a sane man gone mad
a mad man pushe dover the edge
my life story burnt down and passed around and this written by me
and all we need is the truth of my literature and accurate accounts of the man in the middle
to be diagnosed picked apart and understood
misunderstood
judged and applauded
to desensitise all of you turn you into yoursleves and free you from the conventions of silent wars paranoia
and psychotic delusions of every sentence
Salvage me
my life story and my beliefs
my thoughts and derlusions
my time and my dreams
my hobbies and resumes
my truths and my lies
interview my friends and lovers
and then try your hardest to not control my life
and see if struggle to not learn anything from you
to turn the tables and claim a victom from the man playing god over me
as i play to lose only for soo long
before i reveal to you
who is truly the king
Here i am politicians
here i am U.N
The man in the middle whose life is a complete mess
now come save me from it
or have my illusions placed upon you
around you
these tricks upon my sleeves you will need to understand completely fully
or i will rule you all
over you
while i am alive
from beyond the grave
and then never have to come back again
or plan to fail to save me
and realise that was my plan all along on how the conspiracy works on how i am truly ruled an unfit king
to trick you all
to put myself in this predicament whatever it is
ask for help
see who my friends are when i give the call
and whoever does not answer their kingdoms will fall
I will replace those who deny me refuge
near or far
Salvage me from the present and bring me to the future
i plan to fail to help you
this mission is your own
I plan to bring you down king unfit
for when the time is up
i am placed upon the throne
faced with the feat of unequal measure to one day be given the call
and the amazing race for aid will and shall begin
the man in the middle will plan to fail
psychic prophet or not
and when he outsmarts the kings of men he will be placed above them
and rule them
so come salvage me
from this wreck i am
show me your amazing grace
for i am not allowed to mention how sweet it sounds
come salvage me from this disasterpeace i have found myself among in this silent war in an unclaimed land
of current affairs of Canada no one pays attention to
because the Queen of England washed her hands of this land
Here is my call for aid
anyone denying me my aid shall fall
salvage me to the future
bring this to those who need it heard
deliver this message and i will be a rock not to roll
and remember if you pull the trigger
you better throw away the bar of soap you wash your hands on from the gun powder
then clean your bathroom sink
I made you the victom says the mayor
so you could one day have my position he says humbly
as if he has outsmarted me
Scene 3 act 2
I'm not interested
I was born into this been to black and back
and i have whited out my name
Every single right i have to my name i have wearned one by one
call to help
deny me aid from near to far
your kingdom shall fall
Salvage me
and many will prosper
deliver you from evil
for perhaps i am here to deliver you to world peace
and together we can live happily ever after and laugh like super villians again anyway!
i dont back up
if you can hold a few pieces of my art for the future to one day read
that perhaps they never would have
out of the thousands of pages i have written
im not sure which pages i would pick or why or when or how
but i know
i have written many great things ahead of my time
i have written things i cannot truly completely describe
i have written things inspired by dreams i wish to cross into reality
I know if the shoe was on the other foot and i wrote like me
you wrote like you
you felt superior for you were doing things the way you thought they should be dfoing
and i the author uneducated
and thus a fool
i should be shunned
but the future needs to know needs to see
needs to be subjected to me
I don't know why i feel this way
perhaps this is your free will religion
I'll never get published but the ones you like
you can take for granted today and pass on and keep alive
and forever everyone will wonder why Troy Nelson knows soo much about the mystery of shadowfiend
Salvage some of my work
i beg and plead
i wont be here forever and with soo much gteatness to write
and i try soo hard tro be different
to be me
to be outside of the box
thatys what you wanted
is it not?
thats whay you craved?
so am i behind before my time?
or straggling along?
salvage me
save me from the nothing i am doomed to become for the fact of spelling mistakes
which may not be mistakes at all
save me from this generation of mindless drones of everything has to be perfect
and show the future how you gave the present this scar i am
as we push the next envelope farther
salvage this end of the story and make a toast of your five or sdeven poems you just ripped off like the perfect crime to one day
show that someone who wroite differently than millions of billions of writers oncve upon a time did
so who am i?
a nobody a nothing?
in the middl;e crying begging to be relewased from the torture of all these eyes watching
when noones aropund
and dno one would believe these silent wars of drugs and paranoia and malfunctioning doctores
salvage me from the wreck and see the sinking ship
save mne from my own disgrace to see one day if i live out this nightmare and ytou catch ont o my freudian past nightmare freedom of speach freudian slips
that indeed there is rerason to express what i am expressing and always have and did
save me from the nothing i am
for the betterment of man to pick apart a book of one lunatic guinea pig
menatlly ill genius
instead of diagnosing thousands of sane and insane men and women alike
save thes pages to be studied for the future uncertain of prodigal children
psuychology psychics and insight
and see the fountains of words and men and mice
salvage what you can from this site
save what you can from today to bring to tomorrow
who teaches what as aleader
as a good follower
who brings logic to the disorder
to show you contrrolling manipulation
and all he has to do is dodge bullets as he crosses the border
without a compasss nad amap
andf i payed my price with pills i have swallowed and a guide to an insane mans brain
now write my life story
figure out the dates i wrote what when and why
my emotional scales
and so begins your puzzle
and the mensa geniuses psychologists psychiatrists can doctor me up forever my friends instead of them playing guinea pig with someone
that needs nothing
make this your life lesson
a sane man gone mad
a mad man pushe dover the edge
my life story burnt down and passed around and this written by me
and all we need is the truth of my literature and accurate accounts of the man in the middle
to be diagnosed picked apart and understood
misunderstood
judged and applauded
to desensitise all of you turn you into yoursleves and free you from the conventions of silent wars paranoia
and psychotic delusions of every sentence
Salvage me
my life story and my beliefs
my thoughts and derlusions
my time and my dreams
my hobbies and resumes
my truths and my lies
interview my friends and lovers
and then try your hardest to not control my life
and see if struggle to not learn anything from you
to turn the tables and claim a victom from the man playing god over me
as i play to lose only for soo long
before i reveal to you
who is truly the king
Here i am politicians
here i am U.N
The man in the middle whose life is a complete mess
now come save me from it
or have my illusions placed upon you
around you
these tricks upon my sleeves you will need to understand completely fully
or i will rule you all
over you
while i am alive
from beyond the grave
and then never have to come back again
or plan to fail to save me
and realise that was my plan all along on how the conspiracy works on how i am truly ruled an unfit king
to trick you all
to put myself in this predicament whatever it is
ask for help
see who my friends are when i give the call
and whoever does not answer their kingdoms will fall
I will replace those who deny me refuge
near or far
Salvage me from the present and bring me to the future
i plan to fail to help you
this mission is your own
I plan to bring you down king unfit
for when the time is up
i am placed upon the throne
faced with the feat of unequal measure to one day be given the call
and the amazing race for aid will and shall begin
the man in the middle will plan to fail
psychic prophet or not
and when he outsmarts the kings of men he will be placed above them
and rule them
so come salvage me
from this wreck i am
show me your amazing grace
for i am not allowed to mention how sweet it sounds
come salvage me from this disasterpeace i have found myself among in this silent war in an unclaimed land
of current affairs of Canada no one pays attention to
because the Queen of England washed her hands of this land
Here is my call for aid
anyone denying me my aid shall fall
salvage me to the future
bring this to those who need it heard
deliver this message and i will be a rock not to roll
and remember if you pull the trigger
you better throw away the bar of soap you wash your hands on from the gun powder
then clean your bathroom sink
I made you the victom says the mayor
so you could one day have my position he says humbly
as if he has outsmarted me
Scene 3 act 2
I'm not interested
I was born into this been to black and back
and i have whited out my name
Every single right i have to my name i have wearned one by one
call to help
deny me aid from near to far
your kingdom shall fall
Salvage me
and many will prosper
deliver you from evil
for perhaps i am here to deliver you to world peace
and together we can live happily ever after and laugh like super villians again anyway!
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Salvage me for the future of your kingdoms
Salvage me for the future of your kingdoms
