Nothing will ever be the same for me because I have decided it is so.
I came to this planet and was held captive in a society whose carnality and material ambitions became The American Dream. Leading the way and turning the world into a toxic wasteland were the successful and supposedly well-adjusted people. All crazy people. I was rasied by people who spoke slave languages that had devolved most human potential down into two types of people: The haves and have nots.
Where surplus populations litter the outskirts of suburban communities. Feeding off trash and begging for spare change.
I was not about to grow up faithfully following orders designed to induce this Stockholm syndrome. Nope, I think the key to success in life is dying in peace.
I knew all along that the shadows I cast in life are a place to hide and amass the secret wealth... A wealth of stories. Some already written. But even better ones to tell once I'm no longer a hostage here hiding in my human skin.
I Have No Worries
I had faith once, when I was young. I had faith that maybe tomorrow you’d be nice to me. I had faith that everything you said was wrong. I had faith that one day you’d see how much I actually care. I had faith; in all the wrong things. Just like you showed me.
I had faith that the world was fair. I had faith that good people care. I had faith in mankind because mankind was bigger than me.
I had faith when I was a kid and you isolated me for 101 days in solitary confinement that there was something better than that. And when you let me free you showed me how wrong I was. I had faith the world was fair and good people amount to something.
All these things. All this faith. It all amounts to nothing. Because expectations are resentments in disguise.
You’d think I’ve lost faith by now. But you’d be wrong. I still have faith in the overall impenetrating equality of life. In that all is well and good in the big picture.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
As I cough up blackened mucocele
It reminds me...
That during seemingly peaceful times
Desperate measures are applied
To keep the cries of the worlds people muffled
Their pain and suffering is hidden or desquised
To keep the prying eyes and minds of the dull and sated masses subdued
We are all
Each and everyone of Us
Spellbound under false pretenses
So that the reality of the Human condition isn't so blatantly obvious until observed on an individual basis
And because it's brutally effective, painful and gets lonely
It's rare to find people willing to go that way
We'd have all noticed our sky is falling much faster than it may appear
While the Military Industrial Complex Explain away a modus operandi
Of kill, rebuild, repeat
Calling some kind of crisis intervention
desquised humane charity while the ovens preheat guarantees the maximum body count
Herded sheeple provide easy targets for the neuclear war mongers...
Unless we call them out by naming them in public
Those who's hands puppet these misanthropic strings
Put them on the bottom of the social rung
Climb on top of them
Raid and capture all they've hoarded
There is no thing
Dedicated to Anthony Andrea
It all makes to much sense
That's why it's senseless
Do your penance
And be human again
Love the ones who see the real you
And feel good about that
And you should thank them
With acts of kindness
Humbled by their transparency
In conspiracy with what they say is real
It doesn't matter how you feel
Or what you think
Because none of us know how to think
And our creative mind is in atrophy
That's why the life that lives
In the blind darkness
Hurts so real
The first few times everything went quite on me
It was sheer sensory overload
To prepare me to handle the encroaching life of lies, false hope's and broken dreams
I was broken down early on and when the world rattled to loud my ears would ring
As the screams and scenes of horror built up around me
It would all go quiet
So I could think
And think I did
About the nature of existence and how humans seemed hardwired to evolve out of contradictions
Here’s Looking At You, Kid
Who's looking at who?
I wonder, as we stand there and maddog each other
Everyone always talks about the importance of having nice things
Working diligently will ensure a successful position as a member of society
So they say
Sprinkle that attitude with faith to hide the taste of subservience and you're living the American scheme
But here I am, and I can't figure which one of us real
Is there even any difference between the two of us?
The more I think about it the less I care cause it all feels the same
My reflection is of more concern to me than the reality of belonging to a colony of humans all vying to be the first one to do the same shit as someone else
The War on People
A milky white goo that’ll turn you into the memory of person who I knew.
Coleman Professional Services
My first thought is, "I wonder how much money this place and the insurance companies have made off of me over the years?"
"Good question, probably alot!."
"Shit, I said that outloud..."
"No, I think you said that on purpose."
"And you, you fucking genius you. Already got me all figured out!"
At this point in time the atmosphere inside the doctors office was thick and palpable. An a social storm had settled in on us both. Leaving non otherwise specified drippings to soak into the floor.
"I am an enigma, doc. If you read deep enough into those files of mine you'll figure that out pretty quick. See, what's going on with kids like me is that you cannot beat the imagination out of us."
"You cannot lock us in dark cages either. Not long enough to take away the light in our minds, because we take it with us when we die."
"Nope, children like me were born without a home and on the wrong planet. And that's why you'll smile now, say something typical and I'll go about my day."
Unseen, practicing witchcraft in the dark
Out in the sticks