An old poem I found

While summer cleaning today, I found an old folder full of things from my senior year of college and beyond...the original drawings for my tattoos, a few drawings of my ex-fiance (and that is an ugly kind of ex to have, regardless of how well it ended), a concept for a print I was going to make, and in the middle of all that, a random poem that I am not sure whether I like or not, but find somewhat amusing, regardless:

We speak no more on
Tongues that dance and deliver
swift, stunning kicks
with the base
of their soles
DO NOT DISTURB
is the war cry of our generation
Rest in Piece
one whole one
The rain is God's giant
morse-code
Message too grand
for us to ever unravel
pied pie pie π
The key to open the door
can also kill you
Kiss you
insult another
That one word will suffice
to carry our culture
through to infinity

I Held Hard

My head is killing me, and I've been feeling nauseous all day. It seems I am imbalanced, which is natural. But, how does responsibility of life and society never seem to move in the same direction as emotional responsibility?

Being in love many times over, if it's the same tune, I still don't know the finale. I never get that part of the song right...