Hatred
It is not but a combination of chemicals, reactions and interactions.
but no chemicals have done so much damage.
no acid or toxic gas compares to the damage inflicted by hatred,
no chemical burn damages as much as the scarring of hatred.
Hatred is a drug. Invoking pleasure in the user,
but permanently damaging them.
Clouding their senses and judgement,
and inflicting pain on those unfortunate to stumble into it's path.
Hatred is an abyss of blackness, consuming whatever enters it.
Any spark of kindness is engulfed by the void of hatred,
only taken as an excuse for more hatred, more rancor.
Bitter is the taste of kindness in the pallet of hate.
We see it as a nusiance,
a simple mosquito buzzing quietly in the night.
But we can't see into the mosquito.
We can't assume that the mosquito is harmless,
because we won't find out that that mosquito was carrying malaria until it is too late.
Cascades
I dream of water.
Cascades of fluid pouring over cliff after cliff in their unceasing journey
always traveling downhill, always to the ocean.
I dream of air.
Cascades of invisible material swirling in itricate patterns and shapes
never to be seen, always moving.
Cascading, flowing, shifting, spiraling
puffing, changing, traveling, switching.
I dream of cascades. Cascades of fluid,
never stopping.
Always Cascading.
Words
An intricate structure waiting to built
Forging pathways in darkness
Uniting and diving
Conquering the souls of countless
Creating a network of ideas
Drowning in a sea of thoughts
In myself
Words illuminating
Words enlightening
Words engulfing
Popularity contest
Beauty pageant
Lavishly devoting ourselves
Flaunting every gem
And hiding every shadow
Survival of the fittest
Escaping
Transceding
Becoming
Welcoming ideas
Refugees from a cruel competition
Sheltered from the cruel reality
Not from their own magnitude
Whether they wreak havoc
Create illustrious fantasies
Ignite desires
Words are ideas
A burden of creativity
Is our responsibility
Our ideas create our world
And we cannot hide from our shadows
Hiding them in closets
Locking them in the deepest corner of ourselves
Perfection is a vain ambition
We our compromised of our ideas
Our words
Fortunate enough
To have found a place
In which they do not have to hide in closets
In ourselves
Where they can engulf others
And fly
The need to write
Filled with the need to express my complex emotions,
eaten away by my own thoughts.
Needing an outlet,
something that will listen to all of my jumbled thoughts and emotions,
and silently understand and appreciate them.
To have a an outlet like that,
an outlet that will understand and still appriciate all of the things I need to say.
So when I find an outlet,
that does all of those things,
I know that I have found something special.
Falling
I am falling,
through the complexeties and subtleties of society's constuctions,
that infinite cobweb of imagination,
they become a blur, compounded in thousands of intricate droplets of emotion,
presenting their individual spark of conciousness before fading away in a blur of light.
I glimpse each one only for a fraction of a second,
those tiny sparkles of life, never to be seen again.
Lost in the abyss of life,
billions passing fading out of existence.
And I am still falling, towards an infinite destiny.
I am falling.
Wired
A screen.
Lost and never infringing memories,
reflected in specs of color millions wide and long.
Ive seen men lose themselves in a screen.
its terrible brilliance which draws them in
wrings them out with their promise of loght,
leaves them a broken shell without a soul.
Are we all but lost
in this matrix of ideology,
voices so loud and so many
that they drown each other out
and no one can be heard.
Am i too,
trapped in my square reality
thinking myself connected to others through a cold, systematic code,
when i am really,
more than ever,
alone in a room without light
without sound
and without love.
Daily Routine
I wake up, a day as normal as any.
I walk my daily path
and continue my daily routine.
I buy my daily ticket
and I wait my daily wait.
I hope for my daily luck
and it comes once again.
I do my daily work
and I continue my daily routine.
I wake up, a day as normal as any.
I walk my daily path
and continue my daily routine.
I buy my daily ticket
and wait my daily wait.
I hope for my daily luck
and then,
it doesn't come.
I don't do my daily work
and I don't continue my daily routine.