Alliteration/Rhyme

The degeneration of this nation has led to the generalization of a hateful nature. Could, would you, should you be so rude. Would you, should you, could you be less crude. Vulgarity, hilarity; a certain lack of clarity. This world hurled into a curled up mass of class and crass clashes of ass...holes. Fast fact; you're all dumb, you effin' bums. Alright I'm done; wasn't this fun?

Somewhere Between Bittersweet and Disconnected

Here I am again,
shelling out these emotions.
Seems like a commonality by now,
just another statistic in this world.
How sick I've become of these emotions.
They sink in the bottom of my stomach,
eating away at me from the inside.
Love is like a poison,
or is it oxygen?
I can't really remember anymore,
it's too late either way.
Whatever it is,
it's taken over me.
The feeling I get when I see you,
when I'm near you.
It radiates within me every time you come over.
I shell out all this shit onto my blog,
bombarding people with my emotional baggage.
My love knows no bounds,
for you my eternal partner.
Why do I believe this?
This common falsity.
You are not my eternal partner,
you are not my destiny.
If you were,
you ignored your true path.
Over 4 years of pain and suffering.
I withheld these feelings until it was too late.
And now they're rehashed,
fresh like the day they first came over me.
I want to be done with them.
I want to forget them like it never happened.
I want them to be washed away like the sun washes away the moon in the early dawn.
Please god,
take them away from me.....

The Ultimate Weapon

The human mind,
what a wonderful thing.
Right?
Isn't it just lovely?
Don't you just want to spend all your time with it?
Of course you do.
Of course you would want to do that.
Because the human mind is our friend.
Because the human mind is what makes us live.
It's what pumps blood,
keeps the organs moving.
Makes our systems run in tip top shape.
It doesn't cause hatred.
No no no, that's others faults.
It doesn't cause war.
No no no, that's religion's fault.
Politicians' faults,
not our fault.
No no no no no no.
The human mind is completely safe.
Totally safe.
The human mind doesn't cause pity.
Self loathing and general disgust.
That's the media's fault.
The human mind is our friend.
It's our one true one.
Really.
It is.
I promise.
Nothing will ever separate us from it.
Even though it's the worst weapon in the world.
Even though it causes everything that is wrong with the world.
Even though it's the ultimate weapon,
an everlasting zeitgeist among our population.
But we'll keep thinking it's our friend.
When really it's an enemy.....

Human Conundrums And Ultimate Struggles

We as a sentient life form are imperfect.
Face it.
We are not perfect.
Think about all the hatred,
the war.
All the famine, the anger,
the pollution, the death.
All the problems we cause.
All the issues we start.
All because we try too hard to be perfect.
We try to perfect that which can not be so.
We try to perfect that which has no right to be perfect.
We are imperfect,
we were made that way.
Somehow, somewhere.
The switch has been flipped.
We can not be perfect.
We will never be perfect.
So why do we keep festering on and on,
why do we try so hard?
Why do we believe in a fate impossible to achieve?
Because it is the path that we are lead on,
so blindly.
We are deaf to the answers,
we will never be what we so desire.
The meaning of life is imperfection.
Didn't you know that?
Stop making more conundrums for yourself,
Stop trying to be perfect.
You are who you are,
Imperfect.
Because you were made that way.
Life is full of meaningless things,
but one thing holds all meaning, and that is creation.
So just hold onto that one thing.
That one thing in this life that can't be taken.
Your imperfection.
Yourself.

Thinking About Nothing And All the Parallel's In Between

What do you know about time travel?
Is it difficult to wrap your head around?
What does anyone know about anything for that matter.
We know not of our fate,
of our path in life.
We know only what we see in front of us every day,
from each step we take to the things we eat.
We know we're going to die,
at some point, someplace in time, and in some way.
We know that.
We know that because it's happened,
not because it's just known.
See what I see?
We know what's happened,
but never what hasn't.
But who's to say we can't?
Who's to say we don't?
Who's to say we aren't all living a dream,
in a simulated machine.
Who's to say we're not the parallel,
that's right, the parallel.
Of course, I'm talking about dimensions.
Who's to say we're not the parallel one?
Who's to say we're not the clone of another man,
someone who has lived already.
Possibly someone who's dead somewhere,
but alive right here, where we live.
In one dimension we're perfect, healthy, alive.
In another, dead.
Who's to say we're not all the walking dead clones,
of some experiment gone wrong.
Who's to say we're not all parallel's,
and the real you is there staring at you.
Watching you.
Correcting.
Judging.
Remarking.
And corrupting....

Renewal

My mind is a waterfall,
constantly trickling out thoughts.
Some happy, some sad.
Some bittersweet, some just plain mad.
I can not control them.
I can not connect them.
They just come.
They just come.
They pour out like blood out of an open wound.
I would like to make them all happy.
I would like for them  to all be good.
Why can't I control my thoughts?
Why must you take hold like this sometimes.
I want to be happy about us.
I want to be happy about this.
I need to be happy about us.
I need to be happy about this.
You love me.
And I love you.
Isn't it kind of funny?
How we feel the same,
yet we don't....

Abandonment

And so the night went away,
and it slowly turned to the day.
I can't lie to you my dear,
The night filled me with fear.
Fear that you would never come back,
Fear that you would never want back.
I feared I may lose you,
Never be able to hold you again.
But then I realized I just needed a way,
a way to flip the switch.
The switch that decides what I want,
what I need.
I flipped it to the point where it should be,
the point you want it to.
I want to be truthful to you,
it isn't easy to hold it there.
I feel it grinding against the gears,
igniting my mind sometimes.
Though it burns at my mind,
eating away my subconscious side.
I realize without this switch,
without this position.
I would be abandoned.
I want nothing of the sort.
I want no part of that.
I will keep the switch there,
I will push it in that position and lock it.
For abandonment is akin to loneliness,
and I believe I have enough of that to fill an empty void....