Archive for June, 2010

Waiting to be changed.

June 23, 2010

Alienated from what I truly am, I see the world as a fear. I see death as a fear.
Instead of seeing the world as apart of myself I see it as a use, a tool to exploit. I find creatures that do not look alike, and treat them as inferior to what I am. I use them to benefit myself.

I set up rules in which to control others, rules in which I can control and exploit. I place a fake world, a fake god, and a fake hope in front of peoples eyes and then set them out.
Death is also a tool in which to control. Set as a fear.

I am not from this world, I am living in a fake alternative. A mask of what really is.

Nature is me, I am nature.

Cold As Ice- Atlas Sound


Because, the wind is high.

June 21, 2010

I am mesmerized.

You are all that is on my mind.
What’s on your mind?

In the Process of Leaving- E Vax


June 7, 2010

A bag of cash sits in front of me. glowing at me, tempting me to go and grab it.

I take the bait, I lean down to claim my prize but I notice in surprise that it jumps in front of me. I take a step forward and lean down again, and yet again, the bag of money jumps in front of me. Again, again, and yet again the same action occurs. I start to tire, I even start to become bored, there is no excitement in this. But the bag is so tempting, it’s basically become addictive. I need to have it, so I continue. With my mouth-watering, but with no real enjoyment out of it.  It is the only thing I concentrate on, getting that bag of money, but it still continues to be that one step away from me.

Suddenly, I stop. Finally, I have given up. I look behind me to see thousands upon thousands of others who are going for that same bag, with the same face of need as I had when chasing after it. I stop to look at the left and right of me. Forests, grass, sun. And I look where the bag was heading, grey, black, dark. I then look at myself, aged and depressed. 40 years I have been chasing this bag.

I have been cheated.

I have been lied to.


June 1, 2010

Inclosed by walls, with only one path to go in, a sign with bright flashing lights above me saying ‘success’.
Concrete, smoke, skyscrapers and men in suits are in front.
Feeling is lost, production is a must. Care is gone.
This is life, this is what we have been led up to. This is success.
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
I’m waiting to be changed.

UK- Burial