A poem/rap about love and pain

See you hurt me once before and I know you’ll hurt me again,

But inside my mind,

I’m all cut up and I keep trying,

To block you out,

Imagine you sat at home cryin,

But I’d be lyin -  to myself,

If I believed you still wanted me,

Well fuck you I believe want I want to believe,

Coz you aint sat right here front of me,

You broke my heart strip me to the very bone,

Now you pushed me away from the place that I called home,

Bitch fuck you, I do what I want to do,

Loves a bitch it just takes a shit right on top of you,

Well I hope it comes rainin down,

Na I aint a dick, Im just sayin that coz I still love you,

I hate you,

You broke my heart,

I’m so confused,

Babe I just can’t face you,

You make me mad,

You make me sad,

Make me cry,

When I see you’ve moved on,

Sleeping with that other guy,

Regret that I did whatever I did to hurt you,

I’m sorry that I shut you out,

Flipped out and deserted you,

But I didn’t deserve this,

What we had was perfect,

Now I close the curtain,

Knowing that it’ll never open.

Knowing that one-day I’ll wake up,

And I won’t be hurtin,

A Modest outlook as I take a Philosophical view into the realms of the nothing.

It is human for the mind to emit beyond the borders of possibility, we hope that one day we will be able to do and achieve great things that are beyond man’s capability of the present. That is why new inventions evolve every year, why there is a constant state of recycled information and technology, because the human mind hungers for an expansive state of feasibility. Acting in theatre and films prohibits one to have an ‘outer body experience’ become something/someone different; lead a different life as our metaphysical state longs for higher ambitions beyond our grounded power. Whereas theatre is trapped within the boundaries of this dimension of reality, film is free to roam within the surreal and delve deeper into the human state of desires for us to witness something fantastical. Movies are where we can reflect and hope that one day or in another life we can aspire to be these characters and live in their wonderfully perfect or excitingly thrilling worlds. It’s what draws us into stories of any format be it a movie, play, book or even a song. We become the omnipotent ego for the narratives, taking control and gratification of these little sub-realities we call film and use it to fantasise as we go beyond the borders of possibility. It is what makes us human. 07/09/2011 – 11:45pm