Language is the limit of thought.
It can be learned, it can be taught
But perspective can not be bought
Language is the limit of thought.
All words and gestures are symbols
They are concepts but not objects
Detail sacrificed for simple
Made more convenient to connect
Ideas of individuals
With unique experience
Under the same vague umbrellas
Instead of speaking specifics
Around the same time an infant
Begins to formulate its speech
Things exist beyond our vision
Object permanence is achieved
Our thought and imagination
Are distinctly different things
One is limited to language
The other built of what we've seen
Everything really does matter
If you meet too much mercury
Your son'll pop out a mad hatter
And will be outrageous like me
Every kiss makes her lips wetter
Every tree started as a seed
Every smile makes you feel better
With each miracle comes belief
The content is the distracter
The medium is the message
They're impossible to sever
"il n'y a pas de hors-texte"
-ej

The Limit of Thought

I live life like the captain of a sinking ship.
Knees bent to anticipate her sudden dips.
Armed arsenal to bail out every last drip.
Of these choppy seas that threaten our existence.
Need to put aside your pride and your resistance.
Got to learn to trust or even like my assistance.
You're my motivation and reward my princess.
Do you refuse to see how hard I work at this?
Believe it or not I can really save you miss.
'Cause I am stuck with two big helping hands.
I'll do my best to steer though this sea's demands.
I'll destroy my self just to give you a better chance.

Rock the boat baby, rock it crazy.
Rock the boat baby, but don’t sink.
Don't help yourself, but don’t blame me.
Don't help yourself, grab a drink.
Throw me over, when you're angry.
Throw me over, but don't leave.

Don't you worry about our dichotomy, 'Cause
Our famine and plenty are complimentary.
Like a sculptor I see what our lump of clay can be.
If we go with the flow I know we will succeed.
I feel so relieved when your seas are at peace.
I can paint with ease your face with pure glee.
Just by staring at you 'til you look back at me.
Then I catch a rare glimpse of your eyes and perceive.
Your heart is mine indeed and you truly love me.
With as much affection as one sinking can leak.

You already, have my heart so, my mind to you I give.
Communication, is the basis, of any relationship.
Share openly, with me where your, mind is drifting dear.
So I can stay, on the same page, with my sinking ship.

It is I who raises your mast do not forget.
When I get you alone or thrown in your element.
Nothing glides quite like our interactive elegance.
But painting a master piece requires patience.
You can never break me I've trained myself to bend.
No matter what you do it's you who I'll defend.
Make it easy on me ship don't make me tread.
I refuse to jump I will fight until the end.
-ej

Sinking Ship

I write.
I like impacting lives.
I am poor.
I survive on random chores.
I go to school.
Doctor Evan Johnson sounds cool.
Proficiently trained.
Ninjutsu has optimized my brain.
I have experience.
Managed many sales force initiates.
Actions unfiltered and bold.
But too honest for some people I am told.
See through eyes hold no lies; just love.
Because my life belongs to the one God above.
-ej

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