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nonexistencehappiness is just a nonexistent idealization created by the masses of the social order
like faith, in its remedial educational filters lobbing your mind with their beliefs
the idealization of a baby before the lob of tissue nine months later
how long can we keep the idealization of the filtered recycled meat sacks we really are
there is no "Good Will" in others until the idealization of how Karma differentiates "Kindness" and "Sins"
life is just the idea of a seemingly existent guy playing the world like the Sims
there is no kindness, no gay, no love, its just an idea someone came up with
slapped a word to it and became apart of our mentally unstable social norm
Bird BluesFlutter flutter
Little bird atop a tree
Try to spread your wings
Escape and be free
But comes a grinning cat
Very fat happy cat
Laughing as it climes up the tree
Little bird atop a tree
You can't fly
You can't be free
A big slap from the cat
You fall and flap
But instead you slap
Grinding against the ground
Pain is all the Little bird found
But the fat happy cat
And a chomp chomp
Put an end to that
Food Inc.The disease of over production, cheep pricing, over weight sugar, and many other things, all contained in a few companies with “business” like transactions.
The most common illnesses, that obesity gives, from these cheaper, high-tech way of living: cardiovascular, endocrine, gastrointestinal, liver disease and many more.
“In 2004, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) ranked obesity as the number one health risk facing America.
Obesity currently results in an estimated 400,000 deaths a year in the United States and costs the national economy nearly $122.9 billion annually.
Childhood obesity affects more than 15 percent of the population under 18 years old that is classified as overweight.” - (Obesity in America)
and yet that hasn't been changed, though updated, even in 2012.
Most of these come from FATS, SALTS AND SUGERS, that we, America, consume on a daily bases.
phoenixI feel the blazing heat
It fires up my soul
As I touch my finger tips
Into the air
Feel the rush
Across the scentless land
Heated to your bones
Yeah, you feel it?
Hey there’s a phoenix
Creating a rushing emotion
Its like we’re laughing
creating a world of feelings
The wind runs through our souls
Lets get fired up
It’s a gazing emotion
And we’re filling it up
Ah, its imagining
To the ends of the earth
Flying toward tomorrow
Go with the flowI the dance of the waves
That flow into my mind
The bravest fellows
Fall into the right rode
I love this feeling
Its just for you
Hey, lets go
The spirits of the damned
I feel like they’re jealous
It’s a really great feeling
Lets grant the wishes
Of the grandest feelings
Its one my mind lately
It’s a really runny feeling
Like you, love youHey, hey do you have some time
Cuz I’m feeling like talking
Hey do you like the feeling of the wind
The brushing of a caressing ocean
I like them
Hey do you have some time
I want to talk to you
I like roses
I like the bitter feeling
When you try to hold one
But I guess you don’t
Hey do you like to dance
Do you like the racing of your heart
Hey do you…
I feel like I’m rambling
Hey are you listening
No you weren’t
But its fine
I like it anyway
Do you like the falling feeling
When your jumping
But I really feel like talking
I like this feeling bubbling
And they pop
But its fine
You like it anyway
Do you like the grass
When you roll in it
Do you like when…
Hey do you…
Listen do you…
Um, Hey do you…
Like I like you
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
Did I Mention To You MarkiplierDid I mention to you Markiplier,
A man with so much love to share?
He's one of the few in this world
To take the time to show his care.
Did I mention to you my hero
Who helped me to lay down my knife?
He brought to light my joy inside
And reminded me the temporariness of strife.
Did I mention to you my saviour,
Who made me come to love me?
He blesses this world with all his work
In his constant support and charity.
Did I mention to you this humble man,
Who cares for the world deeply so?
He makes you laugh and makes you cry
Through the genuineness he shows.
It's hard to believe that this one man
Could inspire so many to chase their dreams
And prove to all who hear his words
That it may not be as difficult as it seems.
You call us your heros, your shining stars.
Thank you Mark for all you do.
It's people like me who want to prove
That the real hero is you.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
Lets make history Rage the wars of youth
I’ll go facing it
There aint no other way
So we step up
We’re trying to make our history
You can’t hid from the truth
How many times have you been covering it
I’ll step up
And uncover it
I’ll meet it with you
And we’ll bro fist
If they fight
Then we’ll go facing it
And keep gunning it
And make our history
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