Unmasked

The inner power struggle demands too much energy. The emptiness of being, dictates daily routine. The longing for more supersedes all else. The hunger for freedom motivates change. You openly strip me of my liberties under the guise of protecting me while force feeding me regurgitated lies. Blindfolds have been removed, grotesque malignancies unmasked, eyes opened. The right too greedy to see, the left afraid of losing the hand that feeds. Liberty or death, a call to rise.

Heavy Hand

The artist’s hand would create beautiful masterpieces but all dark and malevolent. Each piece showed the elegance of mortality, how we are all given the beautiful light to do with what we will but so easily that light is lost, extinguished by the heavy hand of humanity

Stupid Is As Stupid Does....

Baffled by the general population’s propensity for stupidity, I need to know how these ill equipped, knuckle dragging buffoons have leapt ahead of me in every basic competition. They have college degrees, though I’m convinced most were purchased online with no real education to back them or perhaps honorary degrees from dad’s alma mater. They live in nice neighborhoods and drive nice cars. But when faced with some very basic questions, they scratch their heads and look at me with the emptiness normally only found in pet rocks. Were they truly born blessed with enough money to buy their way through life, without having to put any real effort into anything they have? Am I cursed? It is only either or? I could be stupid and rich or smart and struggle? Surely there is common ground somewhere but how do we find it? Does the answer lie within the search? If I give up on the search will the answers then be bestowed to me?

Mondaze...

The sound of your voice cuts through my brain, like razorblades slicing through what's left of my self control. I can imagine the sound of my swingline busting your face. Do you have an idea what your voice sounds like, can you hear it? It's not bad enough that your voice brings forth the desire for me to crush your skull under the wheels of my car, no what's worse is that your words are all unnecessary. You speak on and on about nothing at all. Your laughter for things that aren't remotely funny, even more reason for me to slam my printer into your face. Just another case of the Mondaze.

Longing

She calls to me and has been for several years. What started as a soft, warm breath nipping at my ear, has turned into a more desperate longing. She reminds me of the time spent in her open arms. Her voice was soft and crisp, reminiscent of lavender on a spring afternoon. Our time together was too soon over, a temporary reprieve from the real world. I had no idea I would fall so completely in love with her in such a short time together but yet, here I am so many years later still longing for beauty, missing her touch, torn between my fantasy world and the depression of real life.

Wondering...

I was convinced that everyone had the opportunity to live a fulfilled, happy, productive life but I’m finding more and more that we are all zombies running carelessly through our day, banking on tomorrow being better but never reaching a goal of happiness. How is it that so many of us have become blinded, unable to see the vast vacuum that torments our daily lives, that sucks away our liberties and freedoms. Daily struggles become weekly, monthly, annual and even lifelong struggles. Why? Because we allow those that are supposed to be watching out for our best interests to fall into bed with the greedy, money hungry businesses that suck from us our lifeblood. They draw pictures of brighter days and shower us with love and understanding every four years. It is only after they are elected that they begin to shed their candy coating outer layer and reveal their dark, murky true agenda. I have become baffled by the general public, unable to understand how they do not see truth that has become so clear. Has the mothers’ milk from the government teat turned to Guyana Punch and we are unable to discern the difference between what was to provide nourishment and what will poison and kill us?

A Year Has Come and Gone

Trials and joys pass us by without much notice. Days turn into weeks which turn into months without us even noticing the changing of seasons. We find ourselves spinning uncontrollably on this wheel, not knowing where we are headed, simply following the rats in front of us. How can we slow down the wheel? I know enough to realize it can't be stopped but surely there is a way to slow things down.