The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
EpitaphIf my lack is what you grieveEpitaph in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
I'm a Zombie Without YouOne day the day will dawnI'm a Zombie Without You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
Well shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
Theyll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
Well kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know youll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
MonsterI do not want to tear you open.Monster in Free Verse More Like This
I do not want to drain you dry.
I do not want to suck your marrow.
I do not want to feel you die.
I just need to.
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
Semper FiI've painted you quite roughly dearSemper Fi in Free Verse More Like This
But never fear
I'm here to clarify
So help me die
A little longer
Drink'n it DownGlub Glub.Drink'n it Down in Free Verse More Like This
Drink it down.
Gin and Rum
Beer and wine
Loss comes in many flavors.
We come in many flavors.
Life - It drinks us down.
Snake OilCome and see the NEW institution!Snake Oil in Free Verse More Like This
Society's GRAND revolution!
It's the PEAK of man's evolution!
It offers us ALL the solution!
Now YOU who DESERVE restitution,
so long in your cold disillusion,
can CAST OFF your irresolution
and thoughts of your soul's prostitution!
NO MORE will you need absolution
For moral or thought destitution
with this MARVELOUS new substitution
for what lacks in your constitution
since the advent of God's execution.
I have ready for mass distribution
the new SCIENTIFIC solution!
So come gather around! BUY IT NOW!!!
Doing the LaundryIts not hard to wash a brainDoing the Laundry in Free Verse More Like This
just rinse it then repeat
and soon the pesky stain
of logic you'll defeat!
First seperate your lights from darks!
Your coloreds from your whites!
Make sure you handle properly
the dull clothes and the brights.
Then put them in the washer
and watch them spin and spin!
(It never hurts to throw
a little moral bleaching in.)
Now put them throught the wringer
and hang them out to dry
and if your colors run
you can always have more dye.
YouA dance with emotionYou in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Time and how it is perceivedMost people view time on a time scale, normally one that would move from left to right. Like so.Time and how it is perceived in Philosophical More Like This
But time is really not so simple. Our minds cannot really perceive time in it's true form, so we make a medium to recognize it. That is why we have a time line.
Time is really just a dot, rather than a line. A dot that is always changing, it is never, in any one instance, the same.
As you can see, this picture is split up into four quadrants. The first is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 0 seconds.
The second quadrant is at 11 O'clock, 1 minute and 1 second, and you can see how the circle is both different in shape, size, color, and location.
Thirdly we are at 11 hours, 1 minute, 1 second, and 1 millisecond. Just to show you that time doesn't wait for our constructed "second" to change. It is always changing.
Quadrant 4 just elaborates even more-so on the quantum le
The Ignorant Christian TheoremBefore I get into this, I am going to say that denouncing a religion is one of the most pompous things one can do, and that debating it is as pointless as finding an honest man amongst politicians.The Ignorant Christian Theorem in Philosophical More Like This
With that said, let's continue with my pompous, pointless rant.
Recently, I have stumbled upon many many people, over various websites, who spew forth this creationist Christian theology. A half baked, barely logical theology claiming the Universe is but 6000 years old, and that the power of God created all the wonders in it in that span of time.
If you are a creationist, please hang yourself. I have respect for people who have a healthy theology, a theology that can make some sense, and in other areas where it may not, have some sort of faith. I know people like this, and they are logical and decent people. Then there are these assholes who make museums portraying people riding dinosaurs to try to prove their idea that man one walked with dinosaurs, regardless of the proof that carbon datin
Plutonians v.s. AristotiliansIn the days when philosophers were highly respected, in a time when the Greek empire was vast and still expanding, in a time when people believe in the Gods and Goddesses, there were two philosophers amongst the crowd.Plutonians v.s. Aristotilians in Philosophical More Like This
A man by the name of Plato, and another by the name of Aristotle.
Plato, like mostly every other philosopher, was highly influenced by Socrates and his contributions to the consciousness of mankind. Plato made a chart of sorts, explaining the we are all people split into three parts. In his dialog, Phaedrus, he used a chariot allegory to describe the human soul. This was split into three sections. There was, in a basic sense, Soul, Body, and Desire. Our soul, also known as our mind, was our rationality and logic, our Body dictated our need to eat and to breathe, and our Desire dictated our needs as people, like sex, and enjoyment. He believed that every single thing, like a table for instance, was a representation of a higher form. A higher form of the table. The table i
CosmosisWe are the galaxies for which uniform life createdCosmosis in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
unabashed and unbiased through nature we thrive
our ancestry lost through spoken word we live
and oaken throne for all to sit
we stare up into skies and wonder
if wonders were told so eloquently as such
and as ours so beautiful, matching us in the sky
and in the dimensions behind space we search
The being there sits, waits for our contact
knowing one day we will break through
speaking in a universal language
but yet one so eerie to the ear
A step beyond the horizon the colors mend
a glance beyond even horizon where light bends
a pull so great and a mind so clear
Light minstrels dance in a sky so dear
Any yet, where is this one to whom we seek?
Ever eluding and free of form
or free of being, we persuade ourselves
but still we search for him in a never ending crusade.
A circus of light cascades an auroral curtain
against benevolent rays of light bending the nature of sand
and exploding into a super nova of pure awesome power
Music and Opinions.Music is, just like all art, entirely subjective. Labels should be used loosely instead of the be all end all tag to describe a certain band or artist.Music and Opinions. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In the metal genre, there are something like 20 or more sub genres. I greatly despise this because it takes away what makes music matter. It's about listening to something you think sounds good. Not everyone will agree on what they like in music, and not everyone will agree that a band is grindcore, or hardcore, or thrash, or what have you. It is all meaningless. I know people who would argue that a band is this and not that, and I just think to myself, "Who the fuck cares?" This doesn't just apply to metal though, this applies to a lot of music. I don't even know why we have a need to generalize music.
One would say "because we need to label everything," or that "because some people are too stupid to realize that there are more similarities than differences." Some people perpetuate these ideas through many different mediums. Too many a
The free and the tallIn this fast paced worldThe free and the tall in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we yearn to be free
and our lives yet unfurl
but our habits snare thee
with our thoughts so secure
under a system, impure
our freedom comes as a falsity as our enslavement endures
up in their towers
the slave masters cower
afraid to share with us our rightful and humans
and in our delusions
we find peaceful seclusion
but ignorance isn't bliss in a world this inhuman
Our leaders are puppets
while sounding their trumpets
a big flashy show to make us feel in control
yet our lives are still ran
without second glance
and their profits are top while our lives take the toll
But what does one do?
When they open their eyes
when they see that their power as self is so small
but when we are united
instead of divided
forever will we stand the free and the tall
The Existence of EvilIn this point in time, in our world, there are hundreds and perhaps thousands of movies portraying the classic good versus evil struggle. But as I ponder on it, I start to wonder, is evil even real? Or is it a man-made concept?The Existence of Evil in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at a few points. We basically look at these things as evil: Murder,lying, rape, theft, and dishonesty.
If you narrow it down even more, it comes down to Murder and Dishonesty, because rape is a kind of theft (taking without consent) and theft and lying are kinds of dishonesty. But if you look at it even more abstractly, you see that we all do bad things. To kill someone is, according to society, a very bad thing. But our governments create wars and our corporations fund them. So, killing is bad...but killing people in another country is justifiable? That, in itself, is a form of dishonesty. You are not being true to yourself if you try to justify killing someone for your country if you believe that killing is bad in the first place.
Now let us look a
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who? in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know. in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Selective KnowingMy eyes are shut wide, I see my truth.Selective Knowing in Free Verse More Like This
My ears are insulated, I hear my answers.
Your facts are wrong, because I disagree.
Your logic is flawed, it conflicts with mine.
I do not recall saying that, you are a liar.
I am correct, because I agree.
I am right, because it helps me.
The laws don't apply, for I don't agree.
The only thing that matters is what I believe.
Argenta TrigintaChristian threats so betray their idol, the fact they're ubiquitous entertains me. So often I witness such christian love from each OneTrueChristian as:Argenta Triginta in Philosophical More Like This
Burn in hell
I will kill you
God hates you
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope your family/friend/pet/other dies/is hurt/is mangled/other
You should have never been born
I hate you
Hate me? What do you know about me? That I think differently? That I think? That I want people to question certainty? That I find religion dangerous? That I find religion delusional? I don't even intend deconversion, that's a personal choice. Rationalism is a vital choice, I demand rationality. If someone deconverts, more power to them; I'll be the first to congratulate, though it is not my primary goal, a secure life is. Things people think I, and those like me, am, which I, we, are not:
Nihilist (I'm not, I promise)
Communist (in practice)
Nazi (which, to me, is odd)
Lonely (no more than anyo
Cognitive DissonanceFreedom of speech; censorshipCognitive Dissonance in Free Verse More Like This
Murder is wrong; kill the infidels
All people should be equal; it ruins the sanctity of marriage
I am the one true god; I am the one true god
I am the one true god; I am the one true god
Love your neighbor; he who does not believe is without excuse
God created all, God is good; there is evil
Uniqueness; hellfire to the deviant
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; In God We Trust
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; Under God
Make no law respecting an establishment of religion; this is a Christian nation
WarzoneTons of machinery making paths where they chooseWarzone in Free Verse More Like This
Or where they're told
Starving children left out in the cold
Fires consuming homes of the innocent.
Over totally unrelated provoking incidents
Gunfire taking down men, women, children, indiscriminatly.
Starvation, intimidation, "salvation," poor sanitation
Isolation, conflagration, incarceration, death.
Good, honest people, trying to live life,
Under constant fear of whether or not they will get to see their homes again
Their husbands, wives, children again.
Deemed infidels, marked for death, on the basis of a cult demanding respect
Threats made in the names of gods.
No true foundation for their discrimination.
Locations destroyed, waste filling the streets.
While those on their 'mission' just pass it by,
Any chance of assistance completely denied
Ignorance, arrogance, militants, dissonance,
"Reverence," consequence, vagrants, and fear.
Yet those in charge don't shed a tear,
Calls for help, yet no one hears
Until the day they disappear.
Fair TradeI'm starving, my last meal was last Saturday.Fair Trade in Free Verse More Like This
I'm freezing, all I have is half a meter of cloth for a blanket.
I'm eight years old.
I have seven teeth, three black, one cracked.
I am almost legally blind, that's why I only have nine fingers.
Ten cents an hour, I work to help feed my family, my mother has AIDS, my father died of an impacted wisdom tooth.
My little brother, four, has Down Syndrome.
My older sister is missing a leg from an accident that seasons your cup of coffee.
And that shirt you're wearing? Under the black dye, is the blood from my now missing finger.
Tactical ControlThere is an arrogant hypocrisy enveloping the goal of atheist activists, one seen in all oppressed (government defined) religion: the demand for acceptance - nullified by the desire to excommunicate the religious from their circles, because they're religious. This arrogance totally destroys what I'm fighting for: thinking, helping, accepting. Two motivators in my activities show opposite spectral ends, a Christian rationalists, and an atheist antitheist-extremist. If one truly wants to end religion totally (a pointless goal, people like comfort, the better goal is to strive for nonopporession) the best way is to take it tactically, remove the heads from power - the extremists, then, if you're so vehement and extremist yourself, work outward - agnostics will deconvert as they please, borderlines will pull inward as you force outward, don't destroy potential allies due to your own ignorance, and anticlerical arrogance.Tactical Control in Editorial More Like This
It is an error to attack the promoters of your vision, creed notwiths
A Real JobThis sterile trap,A Real Job in Free Verse More Like This
This corporate limbo,
Each day the same,
Data entry, data transfer,
Clicking and ticking of keys
In such great volume it sounds
Like heavy rain on the cold, cracked concrete.
This thin gray carpeted cubicle wall
Surrounds my exhibit room as I wait for lunch,
While white collars and other passers by
Look in at my simulated habitat.
Two frames, one with my wife,
The other with both of us, and the two kids
Adorn the otherwise light gray, fluorescent lit
Ten by ten square that is my territory.
I don't want to wait thirty years to retire
When I could have a job instead.
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
With The WorldLaughWith The World in Open More Like This
And the world laughs with you
And the world passes you by
Shades Of GrayLookingShades Of Gray in Free Verse More Like This
Through these eyes
A little darker
A deeper shade of gray
Shines on slowly
And the complexion
Of my reflection
This World Is -Eternal Rest-I don't really knowThis World Is -Eternal Rest- in Free Verse More Like This
What this world is coming to
And I suppose
There isn't much that we can do
But live our lives
How we know best
So as we release our final breath
To lay and dream
In eternal rest
Our hearts beat slow
Within our chests
That I Might See You SoonerAnother puffThat I Might See You Sooner in Free Verse More Like This
I know that fag
But I don't mind a bit
Take a hit
Pass and spit
I'm killing myself slowly
With gray smoke so unholy
Closer God I am to thee
Closer dear you are to me
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMust I Hide Everything? in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated as it leaves my mind
Until all that shows
Is a grotesque
And pitiful happiness
An unbidden smile
A half-hearted chuckle
So no one knows I suffer
So no one asks me why
So I'll never need to tell them
Why I wait to die
Generation Why?Generation YGeneration Why? in Free Verse More Like This
So fitting for our time
An age of constant questions
As we walk in a line
Prodded along like cattle
Not knowing where we go
Wondering and asking
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassLife, A Journey in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking things I thought were past
My mind drifts along ocean waves
This conscience lost among the maze
A fiery blaze
Lies To MyselfAs I'm watching the screenLies To Myself in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something wells up within my chest
I see the words
The thoughts in my head
They lie to me
To the world
I wish to destroy them
To rid myself of them
The urge swells through me
To raise my fist
To blot these evils from existence
Some sense of sanity presses on my mind
I'd left for a moment
But once again
I'm back within myself
For the moment I leave
And never return
Don't Try To ForgetI've noticedDon't Try To Forget in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm slowly trying to forget her
But I don't want to
I want to remember the way she smiled
The way she laughed
And the times we had
I want to remember the way she looked at me
The way she held me
And the kiss she gave me
I want to remember the way she loved me
Americunts, I Am Your KingI fucking hate Americuntry. We started off well, it seems. This country began with the vision for freedom; oh, sure, that was a biased form of freedom, but since then, we've expanded on those freedoms. We can have guns; we can't have guns; no one can take our religion from us. We are here to be free, and to enjoy it. So, I ask only this: why are people using their freedom so poorly?Americunts, I Am Your King in Editorial More Like This
We exist to fit into others standards. We slave away for a mediocre existence, of mediocre quality, with less-than-mediocre work, and complain about it all our lives. We try to be something we're not, just for attention and superficial delusions of love. The men act like sex addicts, but condemn it the moment they walk into church on Sundays. No, women, you're not fucking special; you dress in flashy clothing, coat yourselves in more make-up than clothing, and always complain us men are 'perverts'. We claim our laws are unbiased and logic, but then use them to fight for the Ten
What About Darfur? Two years ago, all of the conflicts in Darfur mattered. The news couldn't shut up about it, teachers were trying to inform us about it, there was political action that wasn't being taken, and there were protests on what people viewed as being a subject no one cared enough about to fix. I actually started to think that maybe, just maybe, humanists might exist, somewhere in Americuntry.What About Darfur? in Editorial More Like This
Now look at where we are. When was the last time you heard a self-proclaimed humanist talking about how they want to stop the Janjaweed? I can't remember; not in awhile, really. You'd think, with the increased certainty that troops will be withdrawn from the Middle East, people would be suggesting we go into Africa and kick ass, Americunty style. I can see why we wouldn't, but has anyone made any suggestions for it? Nope. Nothing. It's fucking silent. More than 450,000 people have been killed since the problems began in 2003, and what do people care about? Jessica Simps
Masculinity Is BullshitI don't need a gun, I don't need muscles, I don't need height. I don't need girls, I don't need sex, I don't need cars, and I definitely don't need sports. I'll shit on your twisted idea of gender roles, and then grow a vagina, for fuck's sakes. Why? Because you all disgust me.Masculinity Is Bullshit in Philosophical More Like This
Let me get this straight (haha, yeah, bad pun): you want me to act, talk and think like a hormone-driven, brawn-over-brains, conformist Americunt, who pretends to prefer pussy over breathing. If I don't, you will laugh at me, say I'm weird, kick me out of your little social clubs, and try to discredit me.
What the fuck? I thought you were all nice people! Consideirng how most of my acquaintances are Christian, this works perfectly: you're all going to Hell.
I don't need your stupid rules. Being a man has nothing to do with pretending to fuck everything and being devoid thought AND emotion. It's what is between your legs. That's fucking it. I'm not
Notre Dame, Please Keep QuietNotre Dame University students are complaining about Obama's planned speech there, and his awarding of an honorary degree from Notre Dame.Notre Dame, Please Keep Quiet in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I think the kids need to shut the fuck up.
Their entire problem is that Obama isn't strictly against abortion. They feel that, because Notre Dame has Catholic roots, he should be banned from campus, or some stupid shit like that.
This sort of binary ideological war is exactly why Americans can never agree on anything. The moment someone says something that doesn't match your personal morality, this other person is automatically branded a heretic, and so annoying more that they say should be ignored.
But the very job of the president is to maintain America, so that freedom can be had for its citizens. This means that someone would have a choice to get an abortion- it isn't the president's job to declare that abortion is wrong, and it is instead his job to make sure we don't get invaded by Commies.
Confusing ideological preference for political grande
Dear God:Dear God:Dear God: in Philosophical More Like This
Why do you tell your followers to hate me?
Why don't you like gays?
Why don't you like science?
Why can't or won't you destroy Satan?
How come we can only receive your love if we fellate you?
If there's only one of you, what's the trinity?
How come you can't literally show up to me, like you did with Paul and Jesus, and instead rely on an imperfect book to relay your maybe-existence?
Why am I being punished for Adam and Eve's sins?
Why can't I be God?
Why do you hate everyone who doesn't love the you presented in the bible?
-America's new niggers
Bipartisan Torturehttp://www.foxnews.com/politics/first100days/2009/04/24/possible-interrogation-probe-dashes-hopes-bipartisanship-obama/Bipartisan Torture in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Summary; quoted from the first two paragraphs: Mark your calendar: April 21, 2009. That's when the Era of Bipartisanship died.
That's what some Republicans suggested after President Obama opened the possibility of a congressional investigation and prosecution of Justice Department lawyers who authorized "enhanced" interrogation techniques on terror suspects during the Bush administration.
This article, of course, is provided by FAUX News. The idiocy present is the norm for FAUX, so for those familiar with FAUX News' fearmongering tactics, you can just agree with me and move on. Unless you're Republicans and some Democrats oppose reconciliation because it would prevent a long debate on what they consider complex issues. because I need you all to understand this.
Bipartisan politics survive in Americuntry because of consiste
For The Freaks Freaks, monstrosities, abominations, the ugly people. We're everywhere. We're in your supermarket, we're in your office building, we're on your highway, we're in your religion, we're in your government.For The Freaks in Philosophical More Like This
You think we're creepy? The trichotillomaniacs, the epileptics, the autistics, the geniuses, the retarded, the nail-biters, the pacers, the addicts? The Buddhists, the nihilists, the Satanists? How about the Objectivists, the Confucianists? The artists, the politicians, the anti-social of the world, the geeks, the depressed, the manic? The Communists, the socialists, the capitalists, the anarchists, the rich, the poor, the apathetic? The Mexicans, the Chinese, the British?
We outnumber you. Your pathetic idea of normal is not at all normal to us. We are the variety in humanity, we are the color, we're the shit in your melting pot. Your delusions of being superior, at least average, are just that- delusions. Yo
The Glass Is Half...The problem of optimism-pessimism is an overrated one. [Note to self: Find better opening lines. These are really getting stale.]The Glass Is Half... in Philosophical More Like This
Dear Reader, I'm certain you've encountered at least one argument on the subject. It can be summed up like this...
Optimist: You're too depressing!
Pessimist: You're too naive!
Both: I GUESS WE'RE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!
So, I made that last bit up, but the first two statements describe all the ignorance present in a similar situation. Very seldom will someone consider freedom from this bideal. [Now, that word's a zinger! Bidea! Bi- for two, -ideal for concept... Bipartisan bullshit!] Similarly, looking at these opposing absolutes from the outside is never considered. At this point, I wouldn't even venture far enough to say that people truly understand the other half of the bideal.
It should be incredibly simple: Both are wrong.
The glass is neither half full, nor is it half empty; it is simply half. If you are in the process of dirnking it, then it is half emp
God Exists Because I Say SoEvery time I get into a theological debate, the pro-God side says something to this effect: God only exists if you want Her to.God Exists Because I Say So in Philosophical More Like This
This argument is nothing. Sorry, it's not nothing; it's just pointing out the obvious.
Of course you will believe in something if you want to. It's simply a matter of prioritization. Say you don't want to be alone, more than you want to live in an enlightened state. You will create a God, who you can always talk to and thus never be alone, to avoid this loneliness. However, not everyone is willing to give in that easily.
The mistake that so many of the pro-God make is the assumption that the anti-God somehow does not want God to exist. Yes, I know, that's very contradictory wording.
In some cases, yes, this is very true. I still haven't found a religion that proposes a wholly good God, and so I would not want any of their models to exist. I'm not going to force myself to believe in the Invisible Pink Jesus, or the Fallen Spaghetti Angel.
Still, let's just say
Integration: Split SinceritiesI'm so lost.Integration: Split Sincerities in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't know what to do, where to go.
The reins slip from my hands as I grasp for straws.
The sun while shedding some light it also blinds.
A temporary path keeps us from dying.
But in its blessing it keeps us lying.
There are a few who have heard our truth yet don't see in.
They've heard those words but it doesn't sink down.
I...we...have not the strength to call for help.
No one wants to take the blame if it all goes wrong.
Like it did before.
Instead of helping it only made us hate that much more.
A democracy inside.
Five to raise the hand to turn the tide.
Previously, it was just me.
On the outside, taking all of life's shit.
Do you see?
Can you hear?
No, because the others never speak.
They only sleep.
Forever into dust.
Wanting to integrate.
Hoping to eventually reciprocate the shame I've felt my whole life.
But we're wrapped up in fragmented pride.
I don't know where I begin and they end.
I don't know where many of the memories went.
Do you want to kn
IndistinctlyThe soles of my shoes wear away on the cementIndistinctly in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
until you tell me, you really tell me what you really meant.
My sighs reach my knees while my eyes plead softly.
I asked you to be honest but I guess that was too much to expect.
Now my fingernails are leaving trails through my brain
and your riddles are slowly complicating this game.
I'll ask you one more time if you really care but
as time goes on I'm finding it harder to listen.
So take my, take my, take my hand.
And I'll leave the questions behind.
So tell me, tell me, help me understand.
But don't say a word until you know what to say.
The breeze through the trees, it whispers to me.
A song with a melody that doesn't quite fit.
So rewrite the words to answer the question
but if you don't really want to, I guess that's just fine.
He said, she said, it said the melody is what needs to change well
I said, she said, we said the melody is what is just fine why does the leaf bleed?
Because it needs a melody to dance to before it's dead.
Read the Label Before UseChewing on a concept, lurking like a night owl. Pain springs from my eyes and I touch but don't grasp. Faking a pillow, I hope that this quiet will last. The past couple nights these eyes haven't closed. Maybe it's something more but nobody knows. Consciousness and hurt are pervasive and bitterly cold. I was hoping eventually these feelings would become old. Like fresh wounds they sting and take long to heal. Raking my brain for a numbness that is so sweet. I turn to a darkness recluse in blank sleep. Downing the pills to make it possible, condemn myself to dreams probable to permeate my waking and make it like ice. A numbness that takes away thought and throws it to vice. In drugged stupor my dreams take a fervor that only rebels the psycho elite yet still in this sleep, I find peace. From the waking. From my madness in all it's making. My pillows are the only ones who are witness to my tears. And my blankets, the only ones to my deepest fears. In the light of day my face is solid, noRead the Label Before Use in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nothing is as HonestHe misses the star beyond the sky.Nothing is as Honest in Free Verse More Like This
Winking it's bright eye, it said,
"Nothing is as it seems" as it
disappeared beneath the moon in all her glory.
Her cheeks so pale and soft.
Lady Night told me to not be so naive,
to take the stony mask off
and see the world in all it's honesty,
it has no ability to lie.
For nothing is as honest as
the darkness beyond the sky.
LifeismsLifeismsLifeisms in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Life is learning to speak with you mouth shut.
Life is learning how to defy gravity.
Life is walking through the drive through and running up the down escalator
Life is trying to laugh while crying and choking on tears
Life is laughing at everything, no matter how stupid
Life is expecting the unexpected
Life is horrible for a perfectionist
Life is public humiliation for the world to see
Life is a romantic comedy with a tragic yet predictable ending
Life is not fair is a redundant statement
Life is destroying the old reality and making your own
Life is faith
Life is fighting for what you believe in
Life is your own story, write it as you will
Life is the past and the past is the future
Life is preparing for the suicide self-inflected by living.
Life is saving the world even if its only in a video game.
Life is forgiving your worst enemy.
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
RememberRememberRemember in Free Verse More Like This
Ive found my greatest fear
Its being forgotten
No, not like meeting someone for one minute and
Being afraid they wont remember me later
Its not being remembered at all
Im afraid of not existing
I dont want to be just ash and dust
No way Ill make history
Can the common person be known?
I dont want to be famous
But can you receive one
Without the other?
Can I be a shadow
With something that lasts?
No, I dont want light
Lime colored, spotted, or other wise
I want to show someone
How it was
Finding my life story
I guess its a common fear
A selfish fear
But I want to be
For this fear
I scream out in silence (though nobody hears)
And hope that the echoes reach somebodys ears
[Dont forget me]
Dear Aristocrat_I'm Back_Dear AristocratDear Aristocrat_I'm Back_ in Free Verse More Like This
So the Slum Rat
I guess I have to say this
Or else neither of us will
Though Im sure you know,
Im the one who needs to
open my eyes
And close my mouth
(Dont worry about my ears
If they werent open,
How would I respond to
I dont know why Im
Writing this way
A real letter would be
Doubt youll read this
Or write back
Sometimes I wonder why you
Stand me, Aristocrat
Sure, you tell me Im
The Best (a lot)
But you shouldnt
(You know why)
I hate to say this,
But were the
Same end of
Not smart to put together
Im surprised you dont
Get rid of me
Send me away
Forget about everything
Not because its an
Youd just get some
Quiet, for once.
(Seriously, how do you stand me?)
I wish things were
I dont know where
My tongue got so sharp.
I have to be honest.
I cannot change.
What I am
Is all I am
Same goes for y
profoundI wanna write something profoundprofound in Free Verse More Like This
That Ill say
Of my life
Till I find you
I wanna hear some really new sound
Cos I dont
With the blues
Not something I can use
Give me the sound of
The troubles of the earth
Lets have some meaning
Here with us right now
It dont have to be
To wordy or special
I wanna think something profound
That Ill know
Of my life
Till Im with you
We got it here in the sunshine
Dont you wait
With your mate
Cos they love you
I wanna hear some really raw sound
Under the sun
Well for me babe
I wanna live in the big world
Cos its really
The gas and the metals
Its made of
Show me the sunshine
That lives within your heart
I study chemistry
That doesnt mean Im smart
Just give me a hint
That you understand me
I wanna live something profound
That Ill be
Of my life
While Im with you
Bushfire prayersI pray that the people are safeBushfire prayers in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wish I could console them
for they have hurt where I have not
I shall cry when I embrace them
I pray that all the children can smile
if not today, then in a little while
I wish I could go and play with them
then at the end of the day when its time to turn in
they'd smile as they head for their tents in the breeze
and shine just as much for their parents as for me
I pray that the hearts of our nation will be enough
to ease the pain of hearts lost to ashes and dust
I wish my heart could be enough
(though its not solely mine, and its quite rough)
to warm the hearts cold from bitter inferno
and shorten the journey thats a long way to go
I pray the rains will come
and flood our fires, as tears have done
to fathers and brothers and sisters and mums
to grampas and grandmas and cousins as one
to those who have heard of a friend gone today
you'd think all the tears would make the fire go away
But the fire still burns
and the losses still hurt
and our hearts hur
eternal loveIt seems that there are some things that cannot die.eternal love in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
But when we die, where do they go?
And if they are a part of us,
then shouldnt we go to?
we say that love knows no bounds
so, i think, that love lasts past the hour of death.
Even when we are emmersed in oblivion
there will still be love
Nothing is dependable, Nothing lasts
but thure love endures all misery and hatred,
all words and actions,
all life and loss.
Give to the world and you shall receive
your love shall be your legacy
as will mine and everyone's
when our bodies have turned to dust.
Believe or not in a god
of any form or shape
But believe in love eternally
for that is what we create
Where will we go when we die?
That i cannot say
But if we spread the love around
it shall survive forever and a day
Old newsYOU COULD HAVE HAD IT SO MUCH BETTER...BUT YOU THREW IT ALL AWAYOld news in Editorial More Like This
Related article: http://digg.com/tech_news/Franz_Ferdinand_Sends_Web_Sheriff_After_Pirates (Note some of the comments as well)
So Franz Ferdinand (And presumably Domino records) have been seduced by the Boba Fett of the EBs, The web sheriff. Even though Franz Ferdinand were pro pirates or pro personal use themselves.
Indeed, it might have been a leak, but leaks are becoming a form of protest in the industry when someone in the label gets cheesed off at his working conditions. Of course it could be something else (It could be a trap!), but that's what may have happened in the past.
Then again, Domino records used DRM anyway (and apparently, the Web sheriff as well), so its no surprise, and maybe they are pulling the strings in this, using the artist to make themselves look like victims. But Domino is a indie label, therefore both them and Franz Ferdinand are now blacksheep. The person they dissed was just linking too.
Not so Kudos or IndependentAnother development studio has decleared they have joined what i call the EB (Economic Bully) movement, and this time, its Kudos, Creator of Spooks (AKA MI5). They used the distortion machine to try and make people think that sharing files is equivlement to using another house's electricty. Now how can i put this in a constructive way without resorting to the usual facts.Not so Kudos or Independent in Editorial More Like This
Lets begin with the fact that Spooks has now gone downhill in the past two seasons. MIHigh while passable feels iffy, your TeenYoung Adult offer (Spooks Code 9) didn't succeed. And you don't really have anything else to offer. But rather than admitting you have not done well recently, you lashed out at your consumers, who just happen to use the Internet, of which P2P is mearly a part of its infrastructure since the days of ALPHANET. What is distorting Physical Matter and Digital matter the flavour of the month again? More to the point how many flavours of distortion has been used to try and trick people?
It is YOUR RE
MarriageIn this life, we learn many ideals that shape the eternal us. Who or what we choose to love & trust molds us by the contours of its definitions. We sometimes trust in a lover to complete us. Through that partnership we learn tremendous lessons about love, life, and who we are to become, discovering that it is what that person channels that we really love. Ultimately, we are married to the universe and our partners are simply the route by which we come to understand our personal connection with God. Some couples separate because of static coming between them, others because it was simply meant to be. But a true marriage is not measured just by an event that deems it so, but rather by an indestructable link that is formed by both partner's light fused together forever. Inside of that that link stands a garden that the universe will never forget. Those blended colors cannot fade from the halls of the library, for they are the candles of it's midst. Beyond (yet through) humans, its chapterMarriage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Work and PlayIn today's world, America and the world face many tough challenges about the future. Our jobs are at the forefront of those challenges as, through an increasing cruciality, we are faced with a recession and an economy in need of repair. The jobs which we choose to work at represent characteristics of our totality and bring them to the surface. It is important to remember that any and all jobs have numerous valid lessons within their modalities. Even jobs that many people think of as 'bottom jobs' have many useful perks and advantages (as we see in the example of the janitor in the movie 'Breakfast Club') that aid in our process of learning through this experience of life. The goal is to blend the world of work with that of play and unify the two. They are essentially one and are simply two ways of understanding ourselves. The more we blend our artistic potential into our work & play, the more that life becomes synchronisticly abundant and fluid with threads of purpose that inner-twine.Work and Play in Philosophical More Like This