Thursday, March 8, 2012

Just ranting about KONY, slavery and life.

Well, personally. What I appreciate about this whole Kony thing.. is people coming together and actually feeling enough emotion to feel like they have to do something. What we have to do, as a people.. is not forget this. Not forget, what it is to feel. Not forget, what it is to care for your fellow human. Not forget, what it is to love unconditionally. Love your life, as much as that of your fellow man. Everyone's life is worthwhile. Everyone deserves to live the life they want to live. We need to take a stand as a people, and start living life as a people. It has gone on for far too long is this country and many others, where competition is the main drive. People strive to have the nicer car, or bigger house. All of these ideals and morals implanted into their heads through being conditioned by school... but think about it... Who do you benefit by having a nicer car or a bigger house? Who do you benefit by working harder and slaving away just to get that bigger house? Of course you benefit yourself.. thats a given. But do you really need such opulence? Especially when there are people on this earth that have but a bite to eat. No.. such opulence is not necessary. Such waste is not necessary. Such splurging on material things is not necessary. You are benefiting the 1%.. you are benefiting those who want you to put in all that extra overtime, just so you make more money, so they can take our more taxes. "Oh but look at the amount of money, versus the taxes I make... that is nothing." Multiply that by millions upon millions. We. Are. Being. Farmed. What must we do? We must love unconditionally. Love our neighbors as much as our earth. We keep stealing bits and pieces of our beautiful planet. One can only take so much, until the holes and blemishes become apparent. We must start to repair all of the damage done. We must start to all enforce the movement and progression of our race, the human race. We all have to acknowledge the necessary shift in consciousness and accept that a change must be made. Also, you can never forget... that anything is possible. The only thing stopping you from doing something, is merely the act of actually doing it. Where there is a will, there is a way. If there isn't a way to do something, a way will be made. If there isn't a way to make it, then a way to figure out how to make it will come about.
 TL;DR: Open your eyes.

Monday, March 5, 2012

epiphany

And,,
Just like.
That.

It was,,
Night
Night
again..

Dead in heaven, or alive in hell?


a reminder to some;
poetry
is not about
eloquence.
its about
the
presence
of
essence.
then again,
what do
i
know?

if eloquence
were 
a wall;
it would be
6 feet tall
and I
6 feet deep.
Now if only
there
were one more
6, to rouse up
all the
christian kids.
Id come back from
the grave and
spray paint
"FUCK YOUR gOD"
on that wall
and
then, probably
have to run
from the law.
Recede right
back
to that ol'
familiar crawl.
(you know it all too well)
And join the rest
of you:
fucking fleas,
blood sucking tics,
parasites.
Disease.
ShearedSheep.
Brainwashed with ease.
(you all know it too well

ZzZzz

I lay here.
Where we both have before.
I miss your presence,
your essence and scent,
And the way you present,
Yourself when coming in my door.

Honestly, I've always thought about life,
as being such a bore.

"Oh what a fucking chore, to get up and live some more..."

But now,
I'm able to get up,wakeup.
And, smile...

Because I have you?

Feelings like this are some sort of a lore.
Aren't they?
At least thats what we've been told.

Guess? I have been wrong?

All of this along.
All of this alone.

Never-more, Forever-more.

I lay here.
Where we both have before.

Waiting for
You.

But,
I'm falling
asleep..

wakeup.

lips, hips, and spilled drinks

Kindred spirits,
Lovedrunklove

I
Sip sip sip.

Until you're empty.
Consequently;

I'm at the brim...
Looks like,

Its your turn to sin.

cliches

My heart always springs
And s             k         i        p      s, , ,,,
rocks and beats,
When our hands meet.
I consistently
tend to find
my head,
Somewhere over
my cleats.
I'm running
after
you.

I cannot-willnot
be discrete,
It would be,
utterly obsolete!

But sometimes...
telling
you
Is such a feat...

So,

I write to express,
How much you mean to me.

I write to confess:
        That:
           I never want to be without you.

I write all this,
but not for you to read.

Because they say;

actions speak,
Louder than words.

So,

I'll simply loan
you a kiss,
And leave the interpretation
of my
obvious intentions,
to your
lips.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

wait for it... wait for it...

Always waiting for something.

It's always something.

Be it:

the bus, the cab, or the train.
a love, partner, or relationship.
material or not.

Always waiting.

For a:

chance, opportunity,
moment.

What the fuck is the point?

Make things happen.

Walk into the middle of the street.
Stop that yellowyellow Cabus.
Rip open,
the door.
Tell her you love her.
Tell her how she
x is the o
x only o
x one o
for 
you.



And, that she could:

be your, life partner,
in a life long,
relationship.

You know.

The Usual.
Bullshit.

Take that chance.

Make that opportunity yours, and turn it into a moment you won't ever forget. Much like that one day...

Your first day of High school.
Running after the bus.
You'll never forget.
It sure didn't wait for you.
So,

why wait for it?

Lose your train of thought?
Take the bus.
Miss the bus?
You better,
run after it..