Sunday, August 15, 2010
What are we doing?
in the recent months i've realized just how fucked up our existance on this earth is. we as the better off people of this world are self centered, greedy, and wasteful people and we should all be ashamed of our actions. weither your American, british, german or anywhere in the world if you have a place to sleep at night and have food for 3 or more meals a day youre spoiled. most of the people on this planet dont have this pleasure. this world started off pure and simple but as our population grew we forgot about our roots and what we need to survive and focused on what we wanted in life. this led to no good, terrorizing the populations that you want to take over and control their land? so now i ask who are they're terrorists? were all decedents of evil at some point. as much as i believer all people are good at heart there is a moment in everyones life that they do something wrong and end up hurting themselves or the world as a whole. i've made mistakes and i will own up to those and let the world know i fucked up. what comes now is how to fix this. there is no easy solution as a whole, people just dont want to be bothered with matters other than their own. what they dont realize is that these matter are their own. they're contributing to the hardships and death of their population in the future weather it be their child's or their grandchild it will catch up to us. we cannot run from this. from pollution to the A bomb to letting dictators take control of their nations, to starving men women and children dying of hunger all around the world while we sit and contemplate if were hungry or not and eating either way. our gluttony and greed is astounding. in order to survive in this world we need 3 meals a day if that. being overweight is rarely a medical disorder and telling people that its "okay" to be this way kills me, not because i dislike overweight people but that they cant see around their own world to the world around them. of they ate the way they needed to they would not only save money but they would have that money for other needs. say helping someone else that could truly use it. we have single handedly annihilated our own existence in the future. we have managed to forget what were doing to this world by masking it with our everyday lives. we strive for the next biggest and most deadly thing, pistols to rifles, flame throwers to the atom bomb, from wooden plane with mounted guns to planes carrying enough fire power to destroy a city and leave nothing left. why do we feel the need to kill i understand that we cannot have piece in this world but we also don't strive for peace. we strive for what we want. wars over oil, wars over diamonds, wars over religion. no one takes the time to realize what they're doing. they just act. we have killed off numerous species in the short time we are here and im afraid to see what we will do next.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Clarity
The Poems or whatever you want to call them below are rather dark. its been an odd night and i wrote to get my emotions out. i am not depressed or suicidal by any means. dont go calling the cops to take me to a mental facility haha.
Poseidon Send Me Home
Falling from the sky my hopes crash upon the rocks like the waves in the ocean.
Never knowing what im doing I go numb, numb to the world around me.
I don’t feel the pain, I don’t feel the heartache just my emptiness.
The air around buzzes with questions but I cant hear the help.
Im a sinking ship without a distress call.
Sometimes I want to sink to the bottom and breath in the cold,
Poseidon will have the last say in my life my numbness has taken control.
Never knowing what im doing I go numb, numb to the world around me.
I don’t feel the pain, I don’t feel the heartache just my emptiness.
The air around buzzes with questions but I cant hear the help.
Im a sinking ship without a distress call.
Sometimes I want to sink to the bottom and breath in the cold,
Poseidon will have the last say in my life my numbness has taken control.
Memories Like Bullets.
Should I be surprised that the day went by?
Like a flash of light its there then its gone.
Alone I stand at the end of this day,
Wondering where I went astray.
Never knowing what could have been,
The places we could have gone, the people we could have been.
My memories of you are like a bottle in the ocean,
The further I throw it the longer it takes to come back to sight,
Yet, the bottle always comes back to the spot from which it was thrown.
I mask the pain everyday and pretend it isn’t mine,
But it can’t hide.
The sleeping memories of what I had been comes to my brain like a bullet.
It cannot be removed for if it is it will leave me a shell of who I used to be.
I don’t dare change what had happened, for what has happened is me.
Like a flash of light its there then its gone.
Alone I stand at the end of this day,
Wondering where I went astray.
Never knowing what could have been,
The places we could have gone, the people we could have been.
My memories of you are like a bottle in the ocean,
The further I throw it the longer it takes to come back to sight,
Yet, the bottle always comes back to the spot from which it was thrown.
I mask the pain everyday and pretend it isn’t mine,
But it can’t hide.
The sleeping memories of what I had been comes to my brain like a bullet.
It cannot be removed for if it is it will leave me a shell of who I used to be.
I don’t dare change what had happened, for what has happened is me.
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