simple truths

The Things we fuck up, and why do we do them? Out of what Great Fear do we set ourselves out for ruin? What began as self-undoing became complete destruction. Hell bent to destroy our deliberate constructions. Does the grief wrought to ourselves stand as a measure to our worthiness? Or stand countenance to the sturdiness of the common bonds we all seek? Why do we tear away at the things we hate? Wouldn't it be far saner to relate to all those fears bore down by others, as reflective to our inner state? The Love we feel is missing, is only the love we refuse to make. And before we beg a spirit 'Listen!' One must truly know what they're about to say.

MANDATUM MUTATIS MUTANDIS "We Command, Change as Needs to be Changed." ...a call to action.         In the twilight of this disillusionment, as we grasp for what may be left to salvage of the American dream, we find ourselves reaching out to our neighbors once more and though we still possess skilled hands and motivated spirits; hard times have fallen on the American people.  Isn't our workforce larger than ever? Hasn't our ability to cull our natural resources and refine them improved? Shouldn't this nation of hardworking, well-educated people be at her peak? With our children's peak  still yet to come? We hear the news and then overhear it again, through our social circles, telling us the reason for our economic downturn, low employment rates, homelessness, people going hungry right here on our American streets . We hear that it has something to do with a bubble, in the market, popping and costs rising, due to inflation...but, let me be the one, to pop

I had reached a point at the end of my rope, where I welcomed death, silence, oblivion. At this point of defeat, I realized, that should I die today, then what I 'would have' done didn't matter. It didn't matter if I failed, or if I saved the world. If the me I had known did not matter anymore, than what harm would it bring to go all out! Splash the world with all the great, and the menial, all the colorful ideas and ambitions, all the ridiculous and humorous insights- who the hell cares!  If I had died it would all be a loss anyhow. So, why not make life my game? Rearrange the board, skip spaces and recolor the squares. Far better than throwing the whole box in the trash. Death did come- to my ego, to my pride, to my 'show face' and 'proper place.' Dead. It's all meaningless. Now I choose to Love and Give-to give away and let go, holding tight, only, to what I find passion for.

THIS MOTHERFUCKING DEMON THAT'S SCREAMING IN MY HEAD MAKIN' ME WANT TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED BED. CRIPPLED AND CRUSHED UNDER THIS FEATHER LIGHT QUILT OF DISGUST, CONTEMPT & CORRUPT BEARING DOWN WITH INDECISION THIS INNER NUCLEAR COLLISION THE FISSION OF WHICH MAKES FOR A BITTER DISTASTE FOR LIFE THROWN IN MY FACE, MY FATE THESE LIES.