Plastic

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This is twice removed from reality 

That is not from divine influence 

Not for cause or virtue 

Least be it some drama waiting to spread like a virus 

All paints , perfumes , pennies and points 

Stashed up to be nothing 

A bridge heavy with locked promises from the past 

What’s the point 

What’s the use 

It’s corrupted minds

That rule over 

And they point fingers at each other when they want more for themselves 

Far from anything substantial 

Plastic food, plastic in the sea – fish on our plates

Money in our banks 

Not our cash 

Egyptian artifacts 

Not our war 

No morals 

Slight justice 

Fighting for a fake dream 

And in the end the enemy – that ever so blazing enemy will hurt itself. 

And the world will watch with indifference

Confused about the world

A lot of people in this gobalised , brand labeled and heavily artificial persona holding world go through an identity crisis .
I never did . I went through an existential crisis , and even that continously.  It starting of when I was about 14 . I never looked like people on tv and more so I had a hard with the kids at school. I had a hard time finding that group of friends. The ones in which you share intimate details of your life,family and relationships which would later result in huge fights and private snapchats turning into just someone in the frindlist .
But to be honest it never bothered me ,it still doesnt bother me . What I want to focus on right now is the excessive need or pressure to be something anf fulfill that label.
Like a nerd or dork or popular person cannot do certain things , just because they are what they are in the eyes of the public.
When you do not conform and do not stay inside of that imaginary border you actually learn something – so when you say or act in an unexpected way it confuses or shocks people .
Often it may lead to thr feeling of betrayal or unease but honestly does it matter . Its like how society at times labeled women as either saints or sinners .

We are not manufactured sales items. We are not plastic robots . We are not as weak as we are made or forced to be- but the first step at that has to come from within .

Side lines

Why does everything and everyone have to feel so far away 

It was the last day of the year , with the face of winter and no sunshine ,

The cold would melt underground and dissolve , with the rest of last night ,

I knew something , not like a lesson or a song , or as some lovers may do ,

I knew with a slight chill and a trance of a silver chime ,

That somewhere , in or out , of my home , that it was time ,

The sky in a dress of gold would fall right down into the sea , while we would stand aligned in woe ,

In awe , will I witness the service to our crimes , with pale hearts frozen together stiff,

We knew this would happen, didn’t we ,

years before we were born and centuries after we buried bones in bare graves of mud ,

There was the Rub ,

We knew all along — everyday we knew it more and more — as if waiting made time grow longer

Yet when it happened , it killed us anyway ,

It killed us , in our humble sleep , the comfort of our unease , in the prime of our youth and the day we were finally in love ,

A sad  day indeed

We knew , oh so well , with dreams and stories , dancing in our thoughts , knives above our heads ,

And yet , we hoped by some strange mistake in space , by some wasted wind , by some unimagined fate we were ignorant of ,

that we could be  free of the destiny that sold us 

 

 

Prozac

Coco

Something about ruin
A penny for your force
A warning would be nice
They say it will pass
They say that
About death
About the end of the world
Like they did
During the war at home
The prozac epidemic
A new illness strangely makes its way
Suffering and pain
Neglected
Loss and love
Rejected
Multitudes of Innocence
Dehuman
The humans
Among all the rock and reckness rumble that takes the skies
Someone will sleep
Without noticing any of it

Rule the world

If I ever come to rule the world
You wont have to wait long
For your phone to ring
And if ever your dreams
Come true
I know
I will
Be the first to know
You’ll always be my friend
Even if you changed states
Even if the letters go ignored
We have shared too much
To be too close
Or completely apart
The last thing we talked
About was the hurtful ways
In which people change
How those friends
we knew forever
Changed or crashed
As we let our hands go
we talked about food
Of better options
Or relationships we could of had
And the next time
In years to come
It will be the same thing

Dear God

I confess now
That whenever we talked to each other
We were rude , obnoxious and deceitful
Lies on top of lies
But it does not matter
By ones early twenties , if one has tested people
They learn not to believe what they hear

They keep their eyes open
When only three years earlier they are willing to leave families , commit suicide and bleach blonde their hair
And for what ?
Man was the greatest of all creations
And you are filled with doubt
First you were filled with hope
Then cracks appear
Then logic slaps you
Then silence takes your tongue
Then disbelief takes your heart
Making your chest hollow
Then if you are lucky
You see the true face of the world
You finally understand the reasons
Behind it all
And you run back to God