I wanted to write a title that evoked narcissism. Am I a narcissist? Do you ever wake up and wonder that about yourself? I mean, you are always thinking about yourself, right? Don’t you think about yourself all the time? I read a book once (a few times, it’s a good book), The Untethered Soul, by Michael Alan Singer.
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There was a chapter that spoke on how we are constantly talking to ourselves. Self-talk. Just chatting like crazy all day to ourselves. And it usually goes like this:
“Why did you say that?” “AH, why didn’t I say ‘this?'” “I’m so dumb.” “I was brilliant there.” “I’m not so bad.” “I’m not so good.” “Oy, you fockin’ idiot!”
And we do this replay and correction of what we said. We constantly re-edit our words. We edit our words to others, to ourselves, to each thought. We criticize and we praise, but mostly criticize.
That sound about right?
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I wrote this poem/rap song about the age we live. We live in a virtual world. It’s like we’re the material girl, but now we’re the virtual girl. It’s no wonder the hottest thing right now is virtual girls on our screens. Virtual is removed from life and into a strange, well, virtual place.
It’s removed from the misery we find ourselves in. And for the V-tuber? It’s a second life. It’s not their real persona or look. It’s someone else. And they are merely a visual representation of what we have become. We are all virtual personas that exist on the internet. With our Twitter, FB, Instagram and so on, and so on, of followers and friends.
But that’s okay. You’re okay. You’re in this new age and it’s okay. So, rap-a-tap-tap away and I hope you like this new bit of poetry.
I actually wrote this a while ago, but it is a song/poem with some cool techno music. I just haven’t finished the music part. Here’s the lyrics:
Rap-A-Tap-Tap; Are you Real?
Sometimes my words don’t make sense
My thoughts too intense
When the rhymes just elude
To common phrases, easy words for a fool
I stumble through the rhyme
Keeping rhythm, keeping time
Fall to my knees
Begging baby, baby please
Don’t forget me… please don’t forget me
[Chorus]
[I’m just a legend in this time]
[Tomorrow I’ll be a forgotten dot on history’s line]
[Number one-million-two-thousand-three hundred and sixty-nine]
[The last of its kind]
And reminders in pleas
As I fall to my knees
Lift me up till I’m standing
Before the goddess on the landing
“O’ where for art thou,
My Juliet, my moment, my now?”
And she answers in a rote expression
Thank you so much, now pay me for the session
You’ve just learned a great life lesson
She then goes into her room
Looks deeply in the mirror,
Always here, and always have been
The tainted sweater, and the has-been
When I look into myself
A black, gray and white faded screen on the shelf
Change the channel to something else
Getting tired of looking at myself
Growing tired of being someone else
[Chorus]
[I’m just a legend in this time]
[Tomorrow I’ll be a forgotten dot on history’s line]
[Number one-million-two-thousand-three hundred and sixty-nine]
[The last of its kind]
What you really want to see
Isn’t really what you seek
What you really want to be
Isn’t really what you’ve been
Take on personas and avatars
Playing games and making words
That seem so silly and so unlike
The person that you watch up on the shelf
They all laugh and throw you coin
You lift it up, handing praises half-annoyed
Because the heart and soul have just been sold
To the coffers and the trolls
Thank you so much Mr. Rent
Thank you so much Mr. Bill
Thank you so much for watching and listening
To my spiel and to my shrill
[Chorus]
[I’m just a legend in this time]
[Tomorrow I’ll be a forgotten dot on history’s line]
[Number one-million-two-thousand-three hundred and sixty-nine]
[The last of its kind]
Have a good day now
You’ve had your fill
Don’t you feel special
Don’t you feel real
You’ve just contributed to the vortex
Now make your leave and don’t forget
Just before you go
Did you take the red pill, or the blue?
Before you attended my private school
Playing games in your mind
Reality is skewed by this smudged transient line
Playing life like it will never be real
Perhaps because you never really stopped just to feel
All the moments mesh to one
Globular canvas of mush and puns
Of “love you’s” that mean nothing
Of “thank you’s” that relate to everything
[Background vocal on repeat through chorus:]
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you… real?
Do you feel?
Do you feel?
Do you… feel?
Rap-a-tap-tap
Goes the next
Explanation
Rap-a-tap-tap
Please take this
Every day I can make this
Rap-a-tap-tap
Listen closely
I’m the ether for the nightmare
Or, the dream
You will make what you seem
And make up what you believe
In me
The legend of this time
So, keep to
The rap-a-tap-tap
The keyboards common rap
We rap-a-tap-tap
Audience’s emotive clap
Cause we rap-a-tap-tap
On the keyboard alone
Are you upset?
Are you uncomfortable?
Disagree
And want to cancel me?
Rap-a-tap-tap
This age our rap
Is rap-a-tap-tap
Don’t take to the street
When you can virtually meet
Complain and retweet
Rap-a-tap-tap
You get me?
Heart and RT
Do you like me?
Follow and RT
Then rap-a-tap-tap
Once you find out
What you liked
You now dislike
Unfollowed and now unread
Unheard by the comfortability
Of a bed
A desk
A chair
Rap-a-tap-tap
Don’t go there
Am I real?
Am I real?
Am… I real?
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you… real?
Do you feel?
Do you feel?
Do you… feel?
Rap-a-tap-tap
Just wait…
For the come back
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~FIN~
And so there you go. A little rappy tappy song. I do want to go read that book again. It was pretty good.
I was studying Hinduism recently, and religion, in and of itself, is very interesting. There is a such a difference between western and eastern ideologies and beliefs. I love the difference. I think that’s my favorite part of studying religion.
Anyhoo, I hope you all have a great rest of your day, weekend, and Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms.
I hope you the best as you seek, search and find what you love. 🙂
Love you Gracie! 🙂 ❤
Oh wait, listen to this cool song that fits well:
the unlit cigarette 