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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
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
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
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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