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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
StarworksThe grass blows gently
with the ways of the wind
This hazy feeling
The feeling, its growing
I love it
The days I breathe
I feel they are lessening
But I’m happy
As time passes by the unopened window
I look at you
I really, I can’t help it
I like this
These happy feelings
As I stare through the light
I see you again
I feel like it’s a grasping feeling
Loving the way I can laugh
Its mesmerizing really
I really love this happiness
The ways I feel when I watch the time
The passing of the long days
Its really blissful
And see you again
This time you notice
And you say “hey”
I can’t help but smile
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
Stuff we feelThe love that thorns wrap around
It brings us into insanity
The light of a new day
Always feels the best
When we walk on the street
The wind is our wing to life
Together we feel nothing
But as we grow it’s a feeling
The days we pass together
A tornado of falsehoods
We begrudgingly live our lives
But surprisingly love it
The paths that we’ve chosen up till now
Our, our lives
We feel them together
As we race down the path
We don’t take stops along the way
Its fine, its fine
I like it this way
The breeze washing our faces
Together, we’re happy
The days turn into years
And we still live
We like these days now
As thorns cut our skin
We brave our feelings
The ways we learn to pass the time
Its always a bitter feeling
A light at the end
Its always like that
But we don’t think anything of it
The rays of sunshine
It always hurts my eyes
Its fine, I’m ok
But I really want something sweet
We caress the waters of life
Caring the days away
MagnetThe feelings penetrated deep in my soul
The long days I don’t see you
Is this really my feelings
You keep the obvious from me
So that I may know what’s real
The ways I think when your away
It mush be irritation
We’re going down
Take me unto oblivion
Rage and hat
They don’t exist with you
This haze is getting to me
The ways I feel for you
Fence me in
So we naturally melt together
With our unquestioned reality
Dawn always breaks when I’m with you
Let me believe it
Even if we’re apart someday
We can glue together again
The racing of my heart
Can’t be compared
To the life of another
Passing the days
A parched life
Of whimsical dress
See them was we stand
Above the lesser things
For them we hypnotize
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
Can I?I told him
I loved him,
And that I
To be happy.
But can I
When he looks
In his eyes?
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
HowlHe’s a dancer in the dark
With unearthly rhythm
She’s the moon he left to sleep
In a sky without her stars
Like a poem led by lust
In a world of not to happen
Like a symphony of phoenix flights
On a December night
Singing for the ones they laid to rest
On their holy ground
Without an Earth
He’s the wolf
Howling with regrets
In a world of his own madness
She’s the moon
Without a sky to hold her high
In the night
Like the odds are not in favor
Like the sun that conquers
And the moon on someone else's sky
Like the legends we used to fear
Children by the fire’s flames
We used to be believers
In a world without its hope
Dream, boy, dream of wonder
In a world without sparkle
Like stormy days
In a September goodbye story
Of sleepless nights and awaken dreamers
Stars that pierce the sky
Are just children of regrets
Of a love that never happened
But always echoed in the night
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
You Just KnowWhen you’re in love with someone, you just know
There’s no arrows, no signs leading you to them
It’s not a fairytale or romance novel
This is real
When you wake up and they’re there
Not in “the morning after” kind of way
When you wake up from a night of talking
A night of laughing together and talking about everything and nothing
You don’t need the memory of lust to smile when you see them sound asleep right next to you
It’s the little things that cause the smile
The way their nose crinkles when they laugh
The way they look when they’re busy and you notice
And honestly, you really don’t remember exactly how you met
You don’t remember when you “officially” got together
All you remember is that beautiful smile, the perfect lips you long to kiss
The softness and heat of their skin
The sincerity in their voice when they say, “I love you.”
Their eyes give you a feeling of safety
When they hug you, you
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
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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