People W/ Papers (on trains to nowhere)
And you give me the look (you know the one)
That
The least I could've done
GIVE ME THE GOOD STUFF, you yell
I look at you (looking up from my book)
with
a take it or leave it look
WE NEITHER LOOK HAPPY, I think
Both unsatisfied
Both at fault
Ungrateful Bitch
--
I have scabs (blood and puss)
Stuck in my teeth
Drink my blood
Eat my flesh
Watch me decay
Watch death
Watch me
--
Some people, I believe, will do odd things to provoke others imagination. I, on the other hand, do them to provoke my own. – Chalk graffito; corner of Palmer + Bronxville Rd, Bronxville, NY; November 1999
--
fall asleep -- while cumming
lie awake -- while dreaming
awake + cumming
asleep + dreaming
cum awake
come awake
wake up to yourself
--
Scared and trembling (like a dying fetus)
yeah
I want you to feed us
I want your meat
I want to meet your boyfriend
yeah
I want a silver platter
With slivers of your liver
Live or die
Cast your vote
Make your choice
DO I SCARE YOU!
Stop trembling
--
If anyone had to describe me in one word, I would love to be called "quirky".
--
If life is meant to be lived.......
I hope I am doing a good job
--
closure? Exposure?
Not quite sure?
Pasture? Pastor?
Unsure? Unsure.
Master? Bastard.
--
a sentence interrupted
a message discovered
We are the ancients
And we will rule
--
corruption? That is an assumption
corporation? That is the nation
and how true
--
one step away from fate
perhaps I am just a knife
that scrapes a sick plate
--
am I better than you?
A better catch?
A better throw?
NO!
But that is okay
--
plink
plop
plink
plop
a hit
a miss
a plink
a plop
--
Depression, repression.
What is your confession?
--flailing, yelling, mad
you say it's a blessing
still, you are not confessing
the truth?
The truth.
--assuming justice is a clenched fist
--
Stop
Play
Go
Stay
RUNAWAY
--
a funny walk
flame?
a girly talk
Shame?
"are you gay?"
Pain?
"No Way!"
Just a passing rite of passion
--
In My World
You could be you (I could be me)
Together we could be
In my world
You could be right (so could I)
Together we could be tight
In my world
You could rule (so could I)
That would be so cool
--
Am I boring?
I am boring
Outdone (just to overdo)
That is what they do
To me
--
"I thought it was you"
well, I thought you knew
this IS Apt. 202
Thank you for the chocolate
I hate chocolate
At least someone said the words
Her name, probably Debbie (you can call her Deb)
"If you keep coming around....."
Fine, I will leave town
Here I come, other world
--
White
Black
ATTACK!
White?
Black?
--
NORMALITY IS A DISEASE
--
Modern Society
Flies right by me
I will stay in my shell (I will go to hell)
It is easier than keeping up with modern society
--
The people are my subjects
Life is my study
LIVE!
So I can move on
--
nighthawk walking into my dreams
wish it were my door
what else do I have to do
but chase fantasies
at midnite
--
fucked
desperation.
Do I have the money?
NO
Am I going to get it?
NO
I am going to fly
Away from demons
Away from relives
Away from you (and what I owe you)
So goodbye
I wont fuck with you again
--
and you want to stay in that zone
for that song
but
you also want to get to New York
--
I could've gone earlier
Absolutely zero risk
But I got pissed
And left at eight
It was monumental
I wasn't even frisked
There is so much more I cannot tell you
--
I Sit Alone
One day (southern Cali)
Right now (NY alley)
Don't have to be here
Can leave w/out a care
I sit alone
No one cares (for me)
--
Tonight, I saw a band
They made me move my feet
I liked the beat
A good experience
Rents
Due?
And yesterday I was 15
--
A whip
A chain
What is pain?
Pain is real
I wish I could feel…
--
A mic
A light
A man screaming vision
Screaming for life free of division
The freedom he screams
Is only for him (his freedom comes from luxury)
You stupid kids (paying his toll)
With your dreams + money + screams
His pockets increase
He can now extend his lease
On apt.'s and cars (or waste away at the bars)
He ravages the land (screaming his lies)
Those that believe grow to wear ties
--
a river of road, disrupted
waters churned, a baby cried (a stick floated by)
"what now?" somebody asked
"it's flooded, let's take the bypass"
--
where do I go, to the bridge?
How do I get there, from here?
Go to the garden (pick a flower)
I imagine you'll get there
--
fleegan
flygan
will I fly again?
--
that one will never make it in there
in the pit of despair
it is too far away
and it is my fault
--
Like A Bee
Smelling flowers
Stinging powers
I'll stay away from you (like a bee)
I'm afraid
Of pain, of pleasure
Things you cannot measure
I'll stay away
Because I like my privacy?
In conclusion, I guess I am just afraid.
--
THE ULTIMATE SIN IS PULLING A GRENADE PIN!
--
sick smell of sick tobacco
tastes sick in your mouth
on your body
this is what death tastes like
(maybe just mine)
glad I could find these last three
to kill me
--
Questions--No answers
Life is a question
Of when
Will I die?
Will I fly?
Or was it what
Will I do?
Or where
Will I go?
How
Do I know?
The answers are now existent
--
red rock rocked
bedrock
bottom
AHA!
See.
Enticing intellectuality to a point where impossibility becomes possible.
--
removed from death
from life--more like it
a memoir of nothing
rotting
rotting
rotting
--
the weather doesn't matter
politics do not matter
life matters
live your life
it is too short not too
money doesn't matter
plenty of decent people (to help you in your life)
these people wish they were you
wish they could…
do what they want
but life passed them by (or they are rich)
they enjoy aiding people like you and me
thank you all for my life
--
a shortcut through life
killing all
causing strife
go hang out at the mall
everything (one) there is already dead
--
I have stayed in Chicago +Dallas
London + Paris
New York + Rome
And that is what I will do
I will roam
--
I see you (sitting there)
Am I allowed to stare?
At beauty--sitting across the way
Heavens gate shut
Because of the motherfuck(grrrr)
I guess I am too late—I guess that is fate
--
19 + young
19 + old
19 in a different world
looking for effort
only finding what I know to be
--
temptress
tempts us
us? We?
What?
Us, we wait
For fate (a date)
Then there was nothing
--
I do my best
Cannot speak for all of the rest
But when I do, I do my best
--
fire engine
fire ngine
go go go
put out that fire
w/ snow snow sno
--
The Drawing of the Three
A triangle monopoly
Hello
Hi
(As another passes by)
was that her or him
I am running on a whim
We run in pairs (of three)
NOT SQUARES
We are not a gang
Dang…
That is illegal
--
Taken by the hand
Dragged by a man
Drugged for the sake of humanity
Or was it humility?
I am a man
Stuck in the middle
Here, all I hear
Is piddle piddle (didley squat)
That is not what I want
--
all is forgotten
maybe just remembered too well to require memories
--
red rock
rotting
alone
at the bottom
--
I try and I try
Nothing comes to me
I don't like your fucking town
I don't like real estate
Fuck those coffee shops, you ingrate
--
One
With the wind + trees
And nature
They are in danger (you know)
Our lives at the mercy of nature
We are in danger (you know)
But you don't care
--
think I'm crazy
I talk to myself
Cuz I'm alone
Sad + lazy
--
Dallas + Detroit
CLEVELAND ROX
Piss on a stone, they call the cops
--
All I Hear
What I'm not
What I haven't got
Doesn't concern me
maybe I'll get hit by a car
my life would end
wouldn't that be wonderful
I could be dead (instantaneously)
That is something I am not
--
alone on the hiway
sea of metal
concrete abounding
nothing surrounding
me alone aware
of everything
scared? Terrified.
Please tell me,
Where am I?
--
I am the rhyme, the rhythm, the beat
I am the sound
Make you dance (move your feet)
I am the noise (for girls and boys)
Reject your elders (who plan your life)
Live life free
From death pain hypocrisy
--
not much has changed (over here)
still players
sleepers
beer drinkers
moved for a vision (of beauty rejoiced)
faced with the decision, I had no choice
I'll stay in this place (because of her face)
That vision
Makes me stay
--
ashes (of ancient bashes)
wild parties are now replaced
by vomit (in a clear bottle)
--
run ruby run
beat that gun, girl
cannot make me happy
you are so crappy
know what I mean?
I am chasing after fun
Run ruby run
--
by heroes way I hope my hero stays
for lunch
(or if we get up early—brunch)
no matter what it'll be
a bunch
of fun
for
me
and for you
--
at night or daybreak the writing begins
poet laureate smiling wisdom upon herds of shallow souls
wisdom is truth -- truth is gained
only from wisdom
STOP--you children
I've had a vision
And want to share it
children ask the poet to recite a ballad
or act out a war
the poet denies
the poet is a war
internally fighting (invisible forces)
attempting to show them the light
they don't understand (and all at once love)
equality wisdom truth life vision freedom unity
everything the poet attempts to transcend (the children leave)
the poet finds the children (returns)
children are his future, muse, ideal
and the poet relays this to them
and they thank the poet
and the poet cries
--
And so the child was named. Aristippus Anokist Hedon. A bringer of truth, direction + knowledge. The town forsake him and all he was for the blessings bestowed upon him. Fate. This was where his calling began. His mission was to find what knowledge and truth he could in the world, only to return to where he was banished to direct them to their greater destinies. And, as the story unfolds, we will be the ones to help shape young Aris in his beginnings……
--
O lust of life
(for which I must fight)
Please grant me a soul
--
A Peaceful Event
Everyone massed together
We (together) feel as light as a feather
Music of the soul
Binds us forever more
piano
makes my heart melt
and my insides scream
and my mind dream
what I have seen
I love it
--
rocks awaiting (certain fading)
until plucked from the river
put to work
red rock waiting
for death (he is dead)
for life (alright)
road to rubble
every cranny/nook
rest found in history book
--
people w/ papers
on trains to nowhere
--
The Running of the Wild
Run from destinies child
Run from repercussions
Lovers-husbands
Run from the weak
Because we are the strong
Run from the geek
Because we are the cool
Run from your life (seems to suffice)
You run from me
And I wanted to help
--
she walks slow
as with nothing to do
nowhere to go
In light of certain tragedy
She wishes she were majesty
As the cases unfold
She is just a tiny mold
Of what it's like to be small
--
gone back went
returned
odd-weird
crazy people + no one cares
it's okay
I'll just runaway
--
I think alone,
That is what I am
And perhaps destined to be
alone + awake
rather sleep with my dreams
I saw you
Or was it just a memory?
Of who you were
Or who I wanted you to be
A rock in my shoe?
Maybe just you
In my mind
--
end in water
drowning of spirit
flame went out long ago
but it burned (for seven minutes)
now it lay next to others (of the same fate)
floating dead
under a grate
--
alone on a stairwell
caressing bodies of concrete
everyone says "he means well"
but never does he move from his seat
he yells (at 12:51 every nite)
in a high pitched voice
--as if he has no choice
(he knows it is not right)
then I tried to talk
I was well out of speech
I took a walk
I would forget
at the beach
--
Outward appearance
Tricks the masses
Into assumption
--
Schoolboy's Heaven
A dream envisioned
This –not— place
At least not alone
If only I had my friend
We could rule again
--
I go out (don't find the work)
Laugh at me (I'm the jerk)
Did I think I could make it?
Did I think I could win?
I think I am a fool (they laugh again)
I won't go back (not this time)
Gunna find my way
Laugh at them one day
Wait + see (I'm not going back this time)
--
visions of grandeur (greater than this)
image behind corner : see
mist from mouth : breathe
steam from shoulder : touch
me : nothing
It's really weird
how many things you can see when you are really looking
--
Once, a man became death. He created a device that could destroy our Earth. I have become life. Everyday I live, and everyday life gets better. Everyone should feel this way, at least everyone who lives. Everyone is a creation that has become life, and everyone should love that and themselves. Everyone is learning, everyone is life.
--
just out of reach
just out of touch
I want to see you, feel you
Your insides
What color are you?
What do you look like,
On the inside?
--
stay away from me,
I will stay away from you
run you freaks
I am afraid
I am just like you
--
lie. Why?
There is no reason
Lets plant trees on
A rainy day
And lie--in the mud
Wait for the sun
A new day
When we don't have to lie
Where we don't have to hide our feelings
--
Deep in the center
Umbrella covered
Leaves fluttered
Deep in a hole
Can I find a way out
Take the stairs
(where do they lead)
take the stairs to purgatory
remember your prayers
--
The only difference between (Wo)Man and Nature, is that while we destroy it, it sustains our life.
--
I always used to say things just because they were funny or outlandish. Now, as I say them, they mean so much more—because I know so much more?
--
sit there (in your golden chair)
waiting for death (or a life renewal)
waiting for something (but nothings coming)
GET UP!
Find your way
Don't just sit there on this beautiful day
--
I like this bench
I like the seasons
Changing trees, a cold November
Are you afraid of the weather?
Mother Nature's Heaven (is where I'll go)
+ rot + sleep + dream
of how things could've been
a different bench, or a warm November
--
sitting on a rock
life-less, mocked
by all the people who sit and stare (they shrug)
never knowing they are the same
as the two that wait for nothing all day
drying out
w/ a river on top of them
--
rains abating
summers fading
another hot fall (perfect for mating)
sweat pouring down your neck
tickling your nipples
cool down (remove your gown)
we'll use the fall as it was intended
--
a cigarette smoked
a victim choked
but life continues
it stays in limbo
--
you want me to speak to you
I want to run from you
afraid
of lust
of love
of vision
run from everyone
keep division
afraid
of life
of death
of more
afraid of the man who keeps the score
I will keep on running
(+ hiding, dividing)
keep on going
I will reach evermore
--
a new life (new love)
new surroundings--actions
new beginnings--ends
you gave it to me
love of life granted me a soul
from winter cold to boiling hot
I love you (life)
--
Hell abated
All life faded
Into darkness and only crickets hear
Three walked
Into dark
Running and looking for nothing
No hell
No life
You will find everything you are looking for
--
People milling about, aimlessly tooling
McDonalds acreage : big
Journey : grueling
Half the country traveling
Brain = maddening
Going to a table (to recall old fables)
Leaving once again (anonymously)
Pain + suffering always apparent
--
darkness looms
perfumes + brooms
sweep across life
like a dirty floor (scented forevermore)
--
alone
on a step
waiting
when will it happen?
what will it be?
are they looking for me?
--
Slave
What is this life for?
Why am I living?
What am I giving?
Slave
Get up in the morning
Purpose on pressure
Things to do places to be
Slave
Trouble in the way
Fight to stave away
Fight for your "life" (no pity)
Slave
Going gray and your spouse is gone
Fired from your job
People call you "slob"
(nothing to do but) Slave
that is what you are, a simple minded slave
quit your job now
forget to save
(do what you want never be a)Slave
--
I am everyone
A being -- everywhere
And I don't care
--
he's looking
for me
when will he find his dreams
--
I am a mess
(at best)
(at worst)
at least I am not dead
--
a wooden rail
sliding
and splinters in your ass
--
a little off
a little small
thank you
for everything and all
--
hairs plucked 3
one on the knee
two in the center of me
I don't want to be a man
I don't want to face the plan
I don't want to grow up in a world of pain
--
emanating from pores
you're bored (boredom)
seek truth + wisdom
seek yourself + others
seek
set-out
travel
find
seek
look
see
seek
know
find
know
lose boredom
seek fun
travel distant
look at oddity
know nature + truth
find beauty (in yourself + Earth)
--
I am a gate (pad lock : locked)
I am a sea (flows directly to me)
I am alone (it is horrible to be)
--
once again struck
out it seems
my power is only in dreams
--
walking in the park
it is late and it is dark
I saw you in the park
kissing on me
123 dream
--
one step from freedom
one step from prison
from these gray souls a vision has risen
of life + death (freedom + prison)
one next to one, living together
living life as it seems (empty hopes + dreams)
once become one
things start to get done (together)
we move along, but slow
middle was broken (division was spoken)
souls all led astray to begin
life (as it seems) apart once again
--
wild sex monkey
pale blue junkie
paying for death
in packs of twenty
--
when I'm asleep
my mind screams (what I want + who I want to be)
me + a man
free of myself
free of the burden of knowing some truth
--
I am not decent to see people
I am not fit to be seen
destined to be alone
afraid of another
leave me be
let me sit in peace
I can only find it in myself
--
what a sad turn of events
as I fall down,
all the joys leading fall down with me
coming back and all the same
sad to see
sad to be
happy
when I return to where I belong
--
simple green oval
orange-green mogul
living for death (amid lots of stress)
they could be free
could let go instantly
--
creativity flowing
mad + glowing
pale amber
death decanter
when I get to the end I start over again
--
bye bye nature
float away
float away
bye bye nature
we will kill you anyway
an anthem of money mongers everywhere
and everyone is in their own secret way
--
sit at home and watch your TV
while the cops watch the thieves steal your station wagons
then you watch it on TV
a picture of Modern Day Amerikkka
--
HEY YOU!!
You don't belong here
And all they stare
Burn his face into their mind
Remember the crime
Keep it from happening again
--
a dying breed I am
work all day
write for play
this is my life
if it is,
I am not fit to give advice
--
when I look
at the big picture
time moves so slow
and it is really weird
because the days
just move so fast
and almost
every one
is better than the last
--
I am such a fucking hypocrite
I write and talk of openness + freedom
that is all
scared to be who I really am
afraid of getting hurt
not afraid of death
of life
--
feelings + words--sounds
I hear your sound (makes me frown)
Love of life (unlike mine)
Care about thoughts
You glance in my direction (wonder what I'm thinking)
I see + hear
You don't care
alone, bare--frail as a leaf
nature is there
don't you care what it stands for?
--
I am a machine
A dream machine
But I only share w/ my mind
--
I left you alone + waiting
Contemplating (where did I go? Why didn't I show?)
The memory faded
You feel jaded
My fault? (what isn't?)
--
red rock running
sun is gunning
you down you frown you run in fear
of life + love + death + others
a pierced eye stare
at nothing + running (wild)
like you (away from yourself)
--
an artist
a writer
a poet
he knows it all
including what he is
what he is not
and what he wants to be
--
red rock ruling
over life (grueling)
wishing difference (all the while)
apart from self
apart from history + life
dream of animosity
freedom of knowing (that which must--which is)
everything changes (and dreams)
--
foundation of life--built of foam
and those that thought they knew
never became known
--
free from the pain (that don't mean much)
in all my toiling
my brain has been slain
--
revoke fake vision
destroy division
destroy all monsters
live in freedom + peace
live in equality
let go, release
--
creature of death
and life (it seems)
creatures crawl beneath the seams
--
a night of life,
full of joy
alive + free
too bad they don't include me
--
beyond the window
that creatures crawl into
a world of pain shame injustice
should I leap from my perch (possible rebirth)
or stay on the street (beating my meat)
--
How To Escape a World of Pain
We live
We die (death not ends it)
Stuck in the world of suffering continuance
And I am afraid
To end the life that has garnished my soul
Stay + play (or fade away)
Choices made everyday
Destiny not controls you
Go your own way
--
blue screen -- yellow wall
clash of the titans
all will fall
--
a line into heaven
faded away (driven)
by a man induced
by demons + fear
his life will end (soon)
very few will care
--
angel gone through
the universe into
pain of death
or life—as it seems
which is easier (which do I shoot for)
an angel in pain
or me alone again
a lie
a cry
a pain in the dark
we say things to quiet the demon inside of us
for awhile it works
but life’s little quirks
return you to what you were before
and what you really are
--
god rocker (rockin' scripture)
mother fucker (fuckin' elders)
they are the same
looking for fame
in a tiny circle they can identify with
--
door left unlocked (nothing happened)
live w/ fear (of change)
of life + everything contained
your visions are wrong (see w/ fear)
controls your life (you act like a deer)
everything can be harmful (you run)
open your mind
don't let fear lock it forever
--
a vision of sanity
attacked
and erased
--
he walks (at the ground)
hears only his sound
stops at a thought (to write what it was)
fighting the urge
if he stops at each one, he'll never get home
--
I walk and write
Every nite
Around 9 (or 11 if I close)
--
an image of life rejoiced
and he spies his life
knows he is a creature of nothing
knows he is as he should
(he wants more)
this is his lot
(screams and dreams for more)
he is happy
he has something to call home for
he is doing what he is supposed too
nothing (but dreaming)
--
society sucks
I will keep my distance
when they find me
I will put up resistance
--
The Sitchiation, or: The Big Picture
To sneak out of life known
Into unknown (striving to become)
Infinite struggles, attempting utopia (assuming V--for victory)
Realizing cold walls, empty rooms
Question actions : authority
A vision of life (less planned for)
Thrown at your face
Accept or decline (question your morality)
Infinite thought (situations)
On a finite mind
Wander : lust : raging (at the gift of settlement)
Horses mouth viewed (cheek turned, belly churned)
Easy way out (other curtains closed)
Not for me : do not deny oneself
Run into brick walls
Locked doors : theory of numbers!
Eventually I will be found (and rooted)
What + why -- always moving
Click-clock clicks (bricks stop you)
Seed Earth Begin Rebirth
--
I Wonder About Crickets
I wonder if crickets can hear
I wonder what they say
I wonder if there is one like me
Never sings his song
They leave him be
I wonder if they travel
Have any seen Spain
I wonder if they suffer
Do they even feel pain
I wonder if they wish
Wish to be free
Of all us morons
Who put them through misery
I wonder what it's like
To be so small + loud
I wonder if they'd accept me
If I were one of them
--
a dyke in winter
a summer sex-god
waiting for father time
to kill the season
so she can return to her life’s reason
--
rummaged your room naked
scared, in danger
looking for signs
don't know the word
what was that, I heard
better leave
naked and breaking and entering
--
where is that girl
where did she go
I wait every nite
I have nowhere to go
I wait all alone
In the middle of nite
Waiting for that moment
The one that is right
--
crazy creature of life
parents money spent wisely
on liquor, fine wines
wasting your life in a river of window
when will you grow up
when will you know
all that must and all that is
--
a blue-green building
building death + division
taxpayers don't know
gov't took their vision
their rights + life
put them in a blue-green building
--
All women should wear dresses (the Englishman confesses)
When they climb through the window
We can see and they don't know
--
I don't know what you sound like, screaming
Hide your head
We'll begin the beating
--
A Hug in the Middle of Life
Life is a riddle
Affection is the answer
--
A Wishful Vision
Prisons imprisoned
Humanity restored
Color ignored
Just a wish
Or was it a vision
--
child-like children
running
with wings on
--
Those guys are watching me, better put my chalk away.
--
You wanna know what life is?
take a piece of art
put a story behind it
that is life
--
I wake up at 6
to city sounds sounding
so fresh on your ear
wake up, go out : the morning is here
suits + collars (looking for coffee), and news to say their idol is dead
first cigarette pounding your head
get my fix
of people
and life
all that is nice
work all day--another day of life (waiting to be dead)
paid to suffice
then I get off
I go have fun
in the city (right before the sun goes down)
right before
my mind turns bored
I go and play
watch and stay
till late at nite
I do not what is right
my week, trite
when I come home
my feet are white and weak
ready to face another week
--
running in water
chasing time (+ flowers)
running into past
one day......--wash it away w/ a flask
don't think that now
this is prime time
this is life
this is my world + I'm running (in water)
--
soul searching
for lubricant
and thinking of Staten Island
--
cut the light
while cutting your finger
it's all dark
and you feel in danger
run far away
from pain + glory
hide in a small town
tell no one your story
stay where you are
until you turn forty
then you cut the light out
and again cut your finger
--
an atmosphere
choked of vision
leads only to pointless revision
do you know how + why : always watching
--
Hemorrhoids
Come from sitting on cold stones?
You think you know it all.
--
my feet are white from walking
my mouth—dry from talking
I see my breath, in the cold winter air
I can feel winter in my hair
--
burning buildings
burn them down
I spent the day in New York Town
--
dress is a feeling
address what you're feeling
--
people walk by
none of them care
who I am or what I wear
they shun me (I grant no shame)
one day they'll realize they are to blame
--
I Can't See You
I look right at you (I can't see you)
I don't know you (I can't see you)
Hide behind images (I can't see you)
I try to talk to you
I don't know you
I try to know you
You hide (I can't se you)
I can see your face, your body, your eyes
I can't see inside
You wear a permanent disguise
Makes you invisible to me
I could just be blind
--
pick up the pace
not a moment to waste
graceful strides (look like walking)
wishful lies (sound like talking)
crack in a giant rock
like a blade of grass cut too short
a meaningless life (half-lived)
we all become death (doesn't matter)
pick up the pace
let life be lived
--
stabbed to death @ 26
only a life like mine can end like this
no stopping fate
no time to wait
experience all I can before that date
few will care
none will know my name
I am destined for posthumous fame
--
death breathed in your ear
wince (at the thought of fear)
crazy, mad--you jump + run
fear feels like you're under the gun
tree falls in your path
a rock grows legs and yearns for love (thought life was treated better than stone cut off
his legs when the truth was known)
tree re-sprouted (life continues)
sit on the rock
as the last warmth of life is sighed
wince again (at the cold of death)
--
heart beat light
pulsate wisdom
give out life (freely)
evil stored inside the skull
burns out when it is full
lust for light
destroy all monsters
romper stompers
we do not know where it came from
we cannot imagine where it is going
--
she's gone
long talk
odd experience
new best friend (no)
--
a group stands, sits, smokes
one tells a joke (hyena is heard)
why are they here (children of privilege)
could be anywhere
choosing their future
their path is paid + paved by privilege
lives will end in disrupt
why am I here (child of loss)
lost my way (not paved)
have to make it myself
and my back is hurting
--
hurtling
towards : death division mistrust
knowing that
knowing life can rust
knowing life is great
for underachievers
--
A Veil Pulled Over Life
eyes
a thousand peering : steering your mind
right rain -- gumdrops
abyss the good
driving force down (deeper)
to luxury
killing of babies : ideas : husbandry
eyes
burnt with experience
mind screaming pleasantries
force free the eyes
question, no words
answer, no thoughts
know not life
till eyes boom bright
--
yelling mistrust
trustful place?
a lay : illegal
pay the price—suffer the nice
a cat (and dying)
alone-disturbed
racket of nowhere
only in here
--
steam : glass-fog
smog, on a window
blue haired cat, check the dipstick
a wish that round was right
--
chasing a mystery
love, life
lost
--
in the city (sitting)
writing : action
looking (for satisfaction)
in a box -- on tape
an opposite sex-mate
and then they smoked
I meant spoke (wished they were smoking)
After sex--humiliation
I do just fine w/ masturbation
Sex is fun
Under the sun
Son?
I should've stuck with masturbation
pulling a string
looking for love
pull down diapers, empty hampers (none)
--
day of bliss
of winds rejoiced
starlet temple
and a night : no clouds
reach up – for the sky
fly away tonite
--
the scars don't hurt
just part of skin + life + love + living
like a tree cut (round)
circles, showing life after death is found
the memories burn
just part of knowing + life + love + living
like a cigarette lit (round)
no screaming after thrown to the ground
take this with us as death is found
leave others with theirs
as they wait around
--
medicinal drug, drugging me
my face is numb
and I cant walk
--
Reggae
Your ships come in
Up to unrealized -- joy -- fun--
A new real world
Right wing + nothing
Left wing + nothing
Only desire
Be real Be free Just be
Grateful finding : a pot of gold (luck)
I guess I'm Irish
Freedom for all + one
Pleading lyric of truth + becoming (being up to grow)
Unifying generations in love
--
eleven o clock and yelling
funny kids =ly funny place
yelling for faith
eating birth cake
mass of minds
none developed
funny is funny and they are all 16
--
one : I'm alone
I wait for calls on the phone
out at night
a place -- unwanted
anywhere--and here
--
child-like children
fucking (no condoms on)
not a care in the world (feel they don't fare in the world)
running (aimlessly)
afraid of fear
throwing love (w/out a care)
the day comes (the period does not)
child-like children
start fucking (w/ condoms on)
--
Parking in leaves
Running in dust (running a must)
To Apt. 5
Where emotions are lust
I was there
I was drinking alcohol
I left
If I didn't I could've lost control
I have limits
I know them
you do too
learn them
death really makes you think
about life
am I doing anything right?
Where will I be tomorrow night?
Hopefully not dead
bedtime
--
then safety
running away
fear of everything
fear
fear
fear
then peace
then what?
--
Knowing isn't really knowledge unless you ask questions and know without doubt. Diversify yourself. Never get caught up. Do not be afraid of commitment, though. Be open to new things. Find love. Never leave love, try not to let love leave you. Lead others and have your own ideas. Encourage others to do the same. Be philosophical. Ask questions. Find truth. Find yourself. Be.
--
incessant cesspool of life
staring down your eyes
sign of life
good + bad (it's all the same)
we all follow guidelines
--
at the end
contemplate our actions
but right now...........
--
Returning
And going back, again
Place where joy was 1st realized
Pain exists ever larger
Knowing (always) something will go wrong
Something (always) goes well
Knowing (can't stop fate)
Wanting to know (what to do)
Back, going back (all things remembered)
Running + running (looking for pay dirt)
Going back in time (where I was bred)
Older, acting different (hope they notice)
What's my intention
Am I really different (looks don't mean much)
I will always be me
Product of environment (and can I really change?)
Always surprise (brighten a room)
No fooling (anyone can do it)
Am I wanted anywhere?
Just a virus (sucking gratitude + graciousness)
Too many questions
I am me
I am returning
--
Everything you believe
(save that which you see and hear, taste and smell—that which you touch and can prove to yourself with the hard fact of experience)
is theory
nothing can be proven
everyone has their own opinions
--
Melodramas of life (you're thrown into)
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
Touched (with sad + happy--love is not sappy)
Tearing yourself away from you
No need to be centered on self
There is so much more around you
--
masturbating to memory
wishing on stars
this is not wrong
like running in water
--
Cleveland seems to get worse every time I come here. Not afraid of going home, not anymore. Maybe Cleveland isn't so bad. It is not, when Aris is here. He is happy to be in Cleveland…even happier to be on a bus + tired + high + happy + happy + happy still. Aris does not run from strangers.
--
I believe love, true love, has to be mutual and everlasting; therefore, true love can only be known on a deathbed.
--
Minutes move like hours when you're waiting
sitting here (and nothings changed)
everything -- the same
dull life dull world
full time job (masks the spoil)
afraid of being same + sane
afraid of coming back again
afraid (that next time it will be the same)
--
people on trains (buses to nowhere)
lost in the subway -- not a care
visions of happiness
no boredom or loneliness
visions of glee (so dumb to flee)
where do I go -- what do I say
females are great
--
nail biting and rage
no, not right
never known the feeling (don't think that way)
what? Right?
--
No matter how many books are written
no matter how many things you see
it is blind faith—until you DIY
walk in a library
books—from truth to un and back again
assume you can learn everything (here)
save one thing—yourself
blindly believe dead authors
always assuming scribation is truth
I cannot accept this faith
--
Life Less Planned For, or: An Account of Growing Up too Fast in a World that Depresses Youth
19 + young
19 + old
situations compiled
no hard proof (according to you)
thrown into life *real* (at such an age)
life taken away -- allow one to fade
pressure of life
stress of accomplishment
(must do good : win the fight)
grown to believe you are your dad
no space for change
decisions + ideas
what will you do : what is your will?
Scream in a stomach -- girl at your side
Ideas + dreams put aside
Scream (next generation) will handle them
Can the young be taught ideals (or even form their own)?
Life spiraling down
A home (2 bedroom)
A job (401k)
A ceremony (w/ vows that fade)
How could this happen?
How could it be true?
How could you be so happy?
Am I missing the point?
Stark dropped in chimney : child (eternally fucked)
Dad a drunk
Mom a flunk
Who deserves this?
"and I'm sorry I hit you last night, bit too much to drink" (in come attorneys)
right now that smile wont fade
everybody dreams...
--
England is Dreaming
America: and to :running
from and of—chasing decision
hives on face and head
pouring water on the bed
"Marvelous" she said
going to freedom: looking :finding boredom
(dum dum dum dum dum)
Japanese cuisine and desire of Italy
wanting pizza (pie in NY)—with nothing on it
make sense out of none, think—in terms of fun
staying in freedom
going to school
art on arms-to cover hives on head
--
Guinness—a pint is a pint at the local pub
a pint poured (another one=two)
another one, three
three pints inside of me
why am I here
what am I doing
(socializing, losing the "edge")
Guinness at the pub (nothing like it, I guess)
hanging and drinking with friends
friends in NY
having fun, living, life
doing my best
--
TO: M D
Taught to be (by teachers learning)
themselves
others
each other
not taught to be yourself
taught to be teachers
ideas : UNACCEPTED
change : UNWELCOMED
everything understood
product (to be is to be)
unable to produce anything but the same
--
Beauty--In and Around it is Found
Life is beautiful (everything about, in , around)
Seasons, leaves change--in unison
Unique--weird
World turns (lessons learned--mind churned)
Mind grows everyday (expands and learns)
Learns overall uniqueness + beauty
(when you realize another beautiful happening)
you are more beautiful weird unique
nothing is taken for granted
everyone (thing) deserves respect -- for being
all you are/know is respectable
you are unique and beautiful
life’s reason : realize + accept beauty
Change. Weird. New. Old.
Disclude any = failure
Once I saw hate ugly strange
Now I see beauty
Everyday is better than the last
--
The Difference Between Old and New and What Should I Do Because I Can Only Be Happy Living a Certain Way and I am Not Sure if I Want to Undertake the Task at Hand and I Guess Conclusions are What We'll Come To
I am just a kid
Whole life (world) ahead of me
But what a life
Unpredictable open roads and I'm unsure
What will make me happiest (never know)
Can only travel one road (what if I am wrong)
Cannot see
Torn + tormented, inside out
Wonder + amazement directed at internal conflict + direct surroundings
Fight to free world from oppression?
Cannot free myself from self-loathing
Maybe that will be my livelihood (internal conflict)
--
In the beginning.................
There was love
Love lasting forever (more)
Destroying ones that kill
Physically alive
Mentally ALIVE
Not filled w/ pain (of inflicting)
Not filled w/ fear (of discovery)
Not filled w/ agony (of knowing)
Filled........
Filled........
With the lightness of being
W/ the lightness of being alive
Filled w/ the lightness of being alive and
Love-life gained
Love-life granted
Love-life
Filled w/ love of life and being light NO
Fear fear pain fear fear NO
Fear fear anxiety fear fear NO
Fear fear fright fear fear NO
Agony fear despair cowardice NO
Irresolution dying nervousness NO
Unpleasantness sorrow distress NO
Suffering punishment discomfort NO
Grieving apprehension tension NO
Trouble impatience despair NO
Authority authority authority NO
No direction (inflicted by authority) NO
Governance power pain fear NO
Agony prestige supremacy NO
Privilege power commission NO
Validity authority command NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
love-life lost upon infliction
insertion
imposition
meaning of life : love desire sexuality
endearment friendship
love is not a dream
love-life lost
life is an illusion (farce)
untrue false deception
life is false life is false
comedy false error
life is false life is false
delusion false stuffing
life is false life is false
humour trifle unfaithful
life is false
we are fake
living a dream
dreaming of love
--
Five fires of the sky
Burning heavens in the sky--blue +bright
Three stand alone in the night
two abhorred on poles
holding them bright
blue + white
moon flakes make the first of most infinite shapes
in the night when the sun backs down
beaming
booming
bright
on the lot of man and nature
becoming one ----------------------unite
and as the night goes fluttering by it recedes to the fourth infinity soon to fly
the sun so bright although not shining
we watch the majestic flight
the rise
the air
--
not about being young and having fun (anymore)
growing old realizing life -- its about
changing the future, so....
destroying the past
finding ways to make good things last
lasting impression of good things past
lasting impression of days that fly so fast
lasting impression in the memory of time
lasting impression (I want mine)
lasting impression
the impression I make in my life
--
shadows rampant in the dark
seen only in light
light bright boom, burning bulb (fake)
good goodness light, light is good, light is right
shadows (rampant) come out in the night
yr shadow hidden (for hours alone)
all shadows hidden until it is night, until it is right
until it is light
until it is light
until it is light
shadows flee the truth
and the night is full of lies
--
Best Man
I can already feel my bones growing weaker
Wrinkles on my face (grow a beard to cover them)
They are something I cannot erase
Convictions preventing
What my friend is presenting
Escort to the alter (the end)
Escort to the wind (of time)
Let us recall memories past
Let us join in one last laugh
Do I allow the end (of pride)
Answers are easy (decisions are tough)
I cannot allow my life a martyr
--
Smiling in the Light of Tragedy
Smiles on my face
No bearing -- no reason
Smiling at nothing and everything at once
Sunshine on face make smile brighter
Downcast day (smile doesn't fade away)
Pile reason upon reason -- get nowhere (fast)
Smiling in the light of tragedy
Tragedy of life
(smiling) I don't have to buy into society
(smiling) I understand some truth + lies
(smiling) just because I can
It's crazy how everything moves so fast and every day is better than the last
--
Running on a Whim in Future Time
Swirling, whirling (we're like mad)
Wishing for things (we've never had)
On stars--don't believe that it's bad
Running on a whim
Anarchy is the thing
They tell you
They tell me
They tell us how things should be
Steal away conviction
Notice is up : EVICTION
I guess they don't agree with our mission
Running on a whim
Anarchy is the thing
That's how it is today
We cannot runaway
Those motherfuckers will have to pay
Running on a whim
Anarchy is the thing
Now that you know, the future can be shown
Cannot keep everything for one's own
Pay attention now (watch us grow)
Realize life isn't win/place/show
Running on a whim
Anarchy is the thing
--
AEP
Still hoping plotting planning conceiving believing
Still alive kicking whipping dying crying
Still denied shut-out cut-off misunderstood
Still waiting for you to come around
Still waiting for you to realize consequences of your actions--do you really believe your
TV, government, police, do you
Still believe the anti-choice pro-force death penalty tax insertion waxed eyebrows fake
breasts of American life I am
Still hoping
Still alive
Still denied, and I
Still continue to fight for what's right--for my life, country, world, I
Still believe that freedom is a natural right and we have been turning left way too long
Still hoping I can make a difference
--
Media is the GOD of Mass Society
Give me your DVD's
Your Sony Playstations
Your high-speed internet connections
And your CD players
Give me your life
Give me your late breaking news
Your first run press
Your New York Times
And your color television console
Give me your life
Give me your 48' x 36' billboard
Your full page advertisement
And your company letterheads
Please, give me your life
We run around (yes, we) praying to the media
Looking for answers
Who is the martyr for the latest cult?
Who created and conceived the DVD?
Who won that CONFLICT in the Middle East?
Why is my son still in Cambodia?
If the NY Times can't tell us, who will?
Turn on the TV, channel 5 will tell you exactly why we support congressional raises
Where should I spend my hard earned cash, that billboard in Times Square said the GMC
Jimmy was the best SUV?!?
Too much info, gotta get away--play the new Nintendo game, it is PC (McCain doesn't
even say "gook")
Or just connect for awhile, AOL has a new deal--sell them your soul and you can have
seven screen names
And pop on that new movie (that DVD)
And listen to BSB
And watch channel 5
And watch life go by
And wonder where the time went (in 50 years)
--
Always Thought (apparently too much)
Ever since I was sixteen
I always thought it was you and me
We've gone through so much adversity
Brought me into "punk" (I took it from there)
Developed my ideals (while you were not there)
Reconvened--together again
Two punks run the scene (at least in our town)
That was us (I think we backed it up)
My ideals grew too big (for this small town)
I packed up and traveled around
Ended up in NYC
Where I waited again for you to come get me
Refined my ideals (realized all oppression--quickly became against)
You did the same in your own way
Would be together again to discuss our change
Together again (back to begin)
Cannot be here, leaving for the best
Everyone said I don't need anybody
I'll realize it soon
Until then, I am still thinking
--
This is your wake-up call
JERK-OFF
And do the dishes
--
Decisions of a Non-Sleeper
Lay on stomach
Lay on side
Lay on back
Lay on side
Listen to "Shake Mechanics"
Listen to "Crass"
Listen to "Macaw"
Listen to "Half Japanese"
SMOKE A CIGARETTE
no no no no no no no no no
Eat some bread
Eat some pasta
Eat some cereal
Eat some chips
Take off pants
Take off shirt
Take off socks
Take off boxers
GO TO BATHROOM
no no no no no no no no no
write in book?
Maybe
Buy a bed?
Possibly
--
Extravaganza
trustafarian
my saviour, my welfare
what say I deserve this—you—life
what say I stay there
what say I prosper
I say I care
what say you aren't like me
what say we're the same
what say I shouldn't be against you
I say
helped me on my way
sanctuary allowed me here today
I thank you
--
I need to do something with my life
Besides spitting on concrete
Maybe I will start a war
I am against war
I am against poverty
I am against war-born poverty
Maybe I will eat a bacon-cheeseburger
I am against raping + killing
I am against corporations
I am against corporations that rape and kill animals
Maybe I should be active
Writing is my activity
Silently active (yelling wishes)
--
poetry rolls from my pen
languidly
like fruit from my ass
like anarchy from my lips
like utopia in my mind
progression : time
and we are headed toward truth
stop lying
start eating fruit
you are no carnivore
--
Solar Power
Solar panels beeping into life--cross country w/ a 4x4
And I remember Chicago
Not the date or time (I know it was late)
And I remember dropping beer cans while ramming a cabbie
Chicago is past
Solar power will not last
Solar panels booming bright attempting life one last night
And I remember Dallas
Not the pain or fright (the precarious plight)
And I remember fondling butt at 4 a.m. don't know what to do or say--fall asleep
again
Dallas is past
Solar power will not last
Solar panels shout across the rooftops of Brooklyn
And I remember New York
Right now, I remember it all (perhaps too well)
Rooftops of Brooklyn standout
But New York is past
Solar power will not last
Solar panels burning bright life + becoming
Here I am in downtown Oly
Jazz and sacks (50+ and hacks)
This is what I'll remember
Oly is now
Solar power lasts forever
--
and here we are again again
how did we get here, when
running to life (and circles w/ bikes)
going around, just here, begin
no end to life in all its factions
(circles w/ bikes) nature satisfaction
from the ground, we will return
but still we're here again again
wishing we had the ultimate power—to mend
running to Australia, we'll be aboriginal
staying around, right here, the end
--
On Enjoyment
I have finally deduced the cause of unhappiness in the present society structure we live in. It is really simple too. People do not enjoy their lives. That is not to say that nothing in life is enjoyable, or that no person partakes in joy in any aspect of their life; this is to say that the everyday little things in life are not enjoyed. It is an outright refusal to enjoy everyday life, the life that these unhappy souls possibly wished for years ago. Special stimulus is required to invoke enjoyment in the average Joe or Jane. It could also be that average people try too hard to enjoy things they think they should--force ultimately takes away from natural enjoyment. I believe that I am currently in this predicament. I need to rediscover the original enjoyment in everything I do. I think we do too many things now because we know we should enjoy them, not because we actually do. I don't think it is all that complicated, we only need to remember why we originally enjoyed something and attempt to regress, or get back to "grass roots." If you find joy again then it was most likely meant to be, if not, the particular activity (or whatever) should be discontinued. If we continue to participate in things we do not enjoy, I think it will actually subtract from ultimate enjoyment. Maybe I am reaching the point in my life where enjoyment is no more. That could be why I came to New York, but enjoyment was only re-instilled for a matter of months. Maybe I cannot realize any higher levels of joy than the ones I have already, and I should end, in an effort to sustain enjoyment.
--
Dallas
Dallas, in any normal eyes, was a horrible experience. The good points were hidden very well--someone with amazing tact would be required to notice them all. I can only tell people about the trip (to get a laugh) because I saw deeper into the whole mess and I think I realized some very fine details. Here are some of the better points I picked up on:
1. The nature of Wind: ***** taught me that wind and nature are some of the most defining elements in our lives. She opened my eyes to begin to realize oppression in more forms than one. I think that is enough of a reason to have gone to Dallas.
2. I am too forward: getting kicked out of the same house twice in one day, that says too much. I think that I have corrected that error. Now, however, I may be too reserved; because I don't talk to anyone here.
3. How to live on a very limited budget.
4. Life is essentially the same everywhere.
5. Inclination to the perception of beauty. It was only an inclination, but I think I first realized in Dallas, that everything holds beauty. This came from the experience being horrible, but having a smile on my face while I was there, when I left, and when I told the story. I now know that I must find beauty in everything, including myself.
6. Never prejudge. I must examine all aspects of a situation myself before I jump to any conclusion.
7. I can do anything I want.
I enjoyed my stay in Dallas, it ended on a sour note, but the experience was enjoyable. I feel that I can be a better person now that I have that experience within me. I am thankful for the time we spent together, happy with everyone I met, and I would do it all over again.
--
On Going to College
I haven't actually gone to college yet, but as I sit here watching it, I feel I can comment on it.
Daddies little girl is leaving home for the first time, make us proud. Spend your parents money well, they worked hard for you. Their only hope is that you will do better for your children than they did for you. DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN. Then reality steps in: Fuck the children, like it has always been. Reality is that if we can only fathom to attempt for our children solely, the future of all is the bleak poverty continuance we see before us today. Rich children of convenience, give me an hour to cloud your mind. Currently the world poverty level is 100%. Poverty includes more forms than monetary: poverty of love, poverty of peace, poverty of autonomy, poverty poverty poverty. To care for oneself solely, and even to include ones kin, is to aid our world into destruction. We must attempt to brighten the future of all humankind, of all species. I believe college should be an attempt to broaden your views and find a place in life that can benefit the people and animals of Somalia (get the picture?). As for right now, well, I can only hope that eyes will be used to see one day.
--
On Relieving Evil (stress)
1. Find a peaceful place, quiet, cool, preferably dark. An elevated stone in the dead of night is particularly charming.
2. Lay flat on your back. This exercise works worlds better if nudity was instituted, but it is increasingly difficult to be nude in public.
3. Extend arms downward at a 45 degree angle. Have thumb and forefinger loosely touching each other.
4. Relax all muscles in your body and remain in current position until thumb and forefinger naturally separate from each other.
5. Extend arms directly up (to the heavens?) with thumb and forefinger loosely touching again.
6. Repeat step Four.
7. Extend arms behind head (parallel with body), have thumb and forefinger loosely touching again.
8. Repeat step Four.
9. (if necessary) Put clothes back on and run fast and far before you are apprehended by the law. For public nudity and practicing beliefs in public, and whatever else they feel like charging you with.
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FEAR
Do not deny it, you are afraid. Fear rules you. Fear rules us all, and I HATE LIFE. I HATE these voices in my head that tell me to do things I cannot; I hate, I mate, I hate fear, I fear hate, I hate life, I fear life, I am life. I am afraid of my own life, my capabilities. I think a lot of people are like that, afraid of themselves, afraid of impressing themselves. Holding themselves back because that is what they were taught as little kids. "Hate yourself, because we do." To top all of this off, I smoke a roach, forget myself, forget everything. I run and hide like a baby boy who knows nothing but fear, and he cries because he is lost and doesn't know what to do. He only knows one thing, HE WILL DIE. He focuses on that for the rest of his days, he looks for it because he knows it will come. One day he finds it. He was 26. Spent the last nine years searching for an early death. FEAR.
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An Outlook on Life
To see life, real life, clearly; you must look at it as a gravel/dirt road. You must look at yourself as a top of the line automobile, whichever is your favorite (I choose to be a 1988 ThunderBird). When you drive down that road, your beautiful machine will be scratched, bruised, bumped, slapped, and possibly smashed. You have no idea what is on the other side, it is excessively long. You are faced with two choices:
Embark slowly down the road being very cautious and stopping whenever there may be trouble. You stay in a shell and live life to the littlest. To be honest, I started this way, but now I stick with choice two.
Bare all down the road, those cars that say they go zero to sixty in 1.6 seconds, you test that. If you decide on this choice, you will live life to the fullest. You will experience all the good things and the bad things life can be. There are no guarantees with this choice, only that it will end one day…
If you chose choice one, you do live (this is not a suicide essay), you just miss out on what life has to offer, you do not travel overseas, you do not taste exotic foods, you do not take risks. I think that choice one is the epitome of fear and those that go with choice one are generally more afraid than those that choose choice two. Those that choose choice two live, I mean LIVE! You take risks, you jump over hills, you go on the side roads, you go up the mountains, you don't stop to check the oil (you know when your time comes), you see wild animals, and beautiful trees that are only off the beaten path. Sometimes, you will get hurt, you will move on, you don't think of stopping, this is prime time, this is life. Choice two is more dangerous, but after all: DANGER = FUN!
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Love Thy Neighbor, Deny Your Impulses
I thought I could trust most people, and I still think I can. I cannot let the sad people (that force small talk upon themselves, in an effort to meet "society regulations," at my expense) change my views. I have certain convictions (anti-government/pro-humanity) that, until recently, I kept only in my head and in my writings. I would only allow those feelings to come out when I was surrounded by people that understood what I said, and at least accepted the fact that I am who I am. I decided to "fuck all that," I have a message to convey and I want every person I see to understand what that is. Since I instituted that philosophy, I have only encountered backfires.
Threatened to be fired from my job for my beliefs (not the first time), that is American freedom. The American government is free to brainwash its citizens, with television, newspapers, billboards, schools, etc; we are all free to resist the brainwashing. This is American freedom, the fine print—the unspoken word—is that if you do not conform (fall prey to the brainwashing tactics), you will be ostracized from society. Society (as a mass) is brainwashed, part of the brainwashing process is the feeling of hate or misunderstanding to nonconformists. The plight, the major problem, is HOW DO WE SOLVE IT?
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About the Past, Present, and Future
All at once I hate these images that pop into my head about a girl I once knew. I try to wash away my past, the me of before, alive but misinformed. I can almost accomplish that. Every now and again, however, I break down and cry because I left so many good things behind. Those are things that I can never reclaim. That is the only internal entity that will make me cry outright, a girl from my past. Nothing I do can relieve my mind of this horribly ugly (and ultimately beautiful at the same time) entity that plagues my mind and prevents progress. I guess this is where common human frailty enters my life. If only I could turn this distant image into my muse. How wonderful that would be! Maybe I need to impose 100% devotion to the causes I believe in; once I do that, I may be free of such harmful memories. Yes, that's it. The images of my past are haunting me now as I begin to embark on my destiny. I mustn't give in to these thoughts, mustn't break down, and mustn't try to reclaim the past (rather envision the future). I am already doomed to greatness. I have a world to change.