To the soul I will bear from within, as in my time most humans are concerned about getting the next new thing on the market, baby this is consumerism this is Capitalist a system completely man made and yet it is regarded as a god as something that is unchangeable I want you to know and learn that…
ecst-oxy asked: I read a few of your posts, and woww you have a gift! You write so beautifully!!
Thank you it’s nice to know that even if I don’t put myself out there too much some people are still reading :) I hope you’re having a pleasant day!!
What happens when you have no place else to go but within yourself. A hollow and empty space because everything has been taken away from you either by a person, some society or worse your self perception. What is it that really matters in the end when you have nothing left. The envelope…
When this Struggle will cease to emanate from the beings of this culture
when everything will be tainted in pink through those glasses you bought at a thrift store
Used Ideologies and tortures of mass destruction arise from evil
When we will have no more cries to sing from far accross a thousand skies, oceans, lands
we will cease to fight for freedom
we will become obsolete as to what we have chose to fight for for.
When this pain of a heartach will only be a memory of my territory, of this battlefield of this life
When the pain wont make me cringe so much anymore and when all the arms of war have been layed to rest
The passionate force that comes from within oneself to never look back again no matter what
to keep holding on until the last breath of a lung of those lungs.
When all of these battles have fought and thought about it on second thought they wanted to let go
This pain burried in my chest, these tears that no longer but will forever be weak at the sight of almost touching freedom
The nightmares where a dream is supposed to play but instead took a turn and into darkness they remain
Who are they who said no to love? Where have they been , who have they met. what have they eaten to fill their guts with only list that make us hunger for power? For an illusion of what we have made into reality. Who are we?
This life of such unfamiliar affairs that only we have chosen to create.
When will we grow into a fearless society where one can chose to be who they want without having behind them a counsciousness breeding from them since the first day they cried and took wif of this gentle air that we no longer care for.
When will we stop this armor of this shield of the unknown and to declare a war is this really the only way out?
You are only but fooling yourselves, you are only but taking out love where it has been forever.
In its purest form love shall prevail all.
These massacres that happen behind my very back door because no matter how far you are and unreacheable you are to me I still think of those who have fought and who have not been able to
… Unfinished & Undone.
They all look alike, what is a personality when they are in this awkward position to become like one another. The term for Unity has far become the demise of this society. This UNITY to become one as a whole, to be one with nature, with each other is a concept that is delusional for it lacks the creative potential that separate humans from animals. To a certain extent we must appreciate this sense of nature that is in our humanity for it echoes in this nature of genetic predisposition to reproduce, which is when two become one. Though how is one to use this term without disconnecting themselves from civilization and hence society. Sure as anthropologists have explained myriads of times our need to belong to groups with similarities as that of which we have discovered within ourselves is in human nature. To be a part of something that is. Though this becoming of something scientists of quantum physics might stress is already of who we are, as the Universe resides within us earthlings. Though this is not what I am thinking about or am I? There is this external need to want to look like the others around us, in my time, golden branded watches for example is this a statement of being someone. A portrayal of something that is far beyond reach. Now see, I am in a fight to try to understand something that has captivated my attention though I have no Idea where this source is coming from. What I mean by that is that I have not done any research no scientific science here. How I see things is that it is really easy to judge one another and it is becoming easier with Time and Media. I may be flawed for this is the only time I have about 2 decades. Though no one can stress the fact that Television and mediated commercials have been the demise of an individualistic creative thinking person. This is a problem for if we do not have this creative concern within us then human society will not evolve into anything at all and will remain lacking of cultural diversity. Everyone looking and thinking alike is a dull society. That consumerism and unity is an ideology stemming from this capitalistic society. The want for More, More and More is becoming, or is the norm of most of the human beings living in the Northern Hemisphere. What am I trying to argue? No, not even arguing for I don’t have a position and I have not made an opinion as to what really is getting to me. Honestly, I am at a Starbucks right now, and all I see are people dressed the same exact way and they all look alike. They dress alike, they even sound alike and I am pretty sure they watch the same television shows and they are up to date with the happenings of the rich and the famous. There is this concept that never ceases to amaze me that of having a nose to breathe, eyes to see and ears to hear and so on, amazes me, because though we all have these humanistic utilities (sounding practical) we all look different, there are obviously a few exceptions for example there is war, there are genetic mutations, there are love crimes and such that can disfigure our traits, though imagine this utopian world where perfection is key and we all have functioning organs and everything though we will still look different. Different shapes, different colours though we all have this similar unity binding everyone together, we are humans. Is it safe to say that it is in our human characteristics to judge one another? We compare ourselves all the time regardless of how wrong it is portrayed to be. I guess all I am saying is that it is safer to look like others because the idea of being judged hurts the ego. Though in reality do people really care that much about how others are and who they are to be? I mean if this is the case, we all have a potential of being a little narcissistic for the importance of ourselves and how we look matters to us deeply that we fall into trends and fads liking us to our counterparts. There is nothing wrong in doing so, well in my belief there are no bad and good qualities, I don’t want anyone to be shunned upon because of what society deemed certain characteristics to be wrong.
If a symphony can describe a feeling, I am Waltz No.2 of Shostakovich.
Life is an undiscovered mystery that needs not to be unraveled before a lifetime. She bears the spontaneity of experiences and cares not about how she became but how she becomes. Before there were pieces of life, before our imagination arose the earthly path of our existence there was hydrogen nothing but hydrogen.
As the summer is making way into the hemisphere of the riches, the North cold winds turning into clouds of rain and showers watering this red carpet for the appearance of a new season, a time to melt away sorrows and keep smiling for all the colors of summer are bright and they are joyous that not one single soul can stand a chance at feeling so dark and gloomy. This is what she might call revenge for a total despair of having the sun leave her behind, leaving her with all of the cold hearted souls that want to be covered with nothing but the light of the moon during the winter solstice. Nothing, there is not one lonely soul I could think of that despises the sun, the warmth, as she does. To lay there naked on a heap of dark greens prickling at her skin like insects discovering a new world. As the sun awakens coloring her skin, as the melatonin under the surface of the very skin she bares turns red and burns, burns, burns and burn.
This very summer is almost here and she will stay for about half the conception of a child. New sun, New flowers starting to bloom before the arrival of her dreadfully, painfully, sunny mourning heat.
She waits for the Moon, she waits for this rainbow like halo circling the moon. She waits to be under her covers, under the heaviness of her thoughts, to be frozen and immortal as time.
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
With every single poem Bukowski
With every type on his typewriter
A certain commonality
More than communication
More than revealing myself to you
Rather ourselves to you.
To depict an emotion through these lines of words
To let go of a distress that far too often haunts a lonely soul
It is in these letters that these experiences reside far after they have been encountered in ones lifetime.
Sometimes the feelings lingers though the words have already been written.