and this is my life... a collection of my old writing from about 5 or 6 years ago

and this is my life
this is my biological & spiritual liberty
quarter of a century
soon to be at least
with every thought of my future i see myself holding death's hand
it tells me that i am alive
death does not exist yet
but like all things dead it will eventually be born
maybe it's why newborns cry


when economy becomes an art,
a proliferation of tyranny
streamlined batteries in designer clothes
doesn't sound original
but may be authentic
they will be super chips
sipping on a digital latte
101101 with 0010 to drink please
would you like that 0010 in a
1, 11, or 111
i suggest the 111, it's the best value
there will always be a price to pay


drug your neighbour
it'll be the best thing you could do
(patriot!)
there will be less terrorists if are there are less people


stories are told under countless points of view...through one pair of
eyes looking at the same horizon, one could develop a wide array of
opinions...whether it be personal, economical, physical, biological
social, psychological, etc...even the historical account of
anything...time is indeed a lovely dimension...there is never a good
reason to be bored...you just may be blind


I'm standing in a meadow between the absolute and relativity
a definite maybe is slapped on my face
the contents of my pockets are vaguely obscure
my lungs exchange hypocrisy for irony with my heart
while my brain takes animals to the zoo



never take for granted what you tell yourself
it may be all you got
failure can help you as much as success
you can't escape it


i don't mean to be mean...i'm just empty...fill me to the brim with
cynicism and i'll drown you with deceit...but not on purpose...you made
me this way remember
from down here i see everything in their faces...the sadness they hide
from their god
i bring out the pure unhindered fear of absurdity
it can't be happening to me!
where did i go wrong!
then they pity themselves and go to all measures to understand their
unhappiness when i could have told them all along
it's just a shift in the balance...always comes with a change of direction



outta this atmosphere
like you took our air
i'll disenfranchise you from
your golden hair and silver wings
an old grey heart
with a string of diamonds
reflecting the same grey
into a billion greyer, smaller hearts
unable to accept
where is the truth
in a billion perspectives
that aren't able to accept
heart becomes the diamond
hard
cold
disenchanting
so you take a billion hearts
from a billion slaves
still desiring the diamond
more diamond = more reflections = more hearts = more slaves
further isolated with every desire for the diamond
you are the broken heart of humanity


we don't need tour buses
we need shelter
we need public services
legalize marijuana!
down with development
do they show off the poor?
the garbage
the developing area
blah
it's covering up
the bullshit of elite factions
gonna spread infections
for the good of the virus
its destruction
not development
its de-evolution
not progress

you know they are looking at the moon because they can't look at each other
when does an endless summer begin
confide in the detonation...let the sequence be your guide
happy couples are jerks...jerkin each other off
never sit behind a happy couple on a bus
only sit behind an unhappy couple if it's a relatively short trip
listen to yourself (trust your instincts)
never sit in front of a girl on a cell phone
well at least i have food
there is no wonka factory is there


this is my dialogue with my world
had a friend
the shit used to be real
now it's all traffic
waiting for a change
to be better than we used to be


and here's the silent soldier
to come to the king's call
the sharpie of the night
what a magnificent instrument
versatile & cool!
to enjoy observing & sensing
the unwritten dialogue of the night
pissed off guy is awesome
now he's broke...played out
where's the fucken bus already
oh here it is
i don't see much of a horizon
but i know it's there
but then my contacts are dry


i do not dig the facist beliefs that one person can be overall better
than another
i do not buy into false ideals set by falser minds to make a falsest profit
this world gets pushed around by conservatives and creates fucking lunatics
let it spin on its own
don't interfere
corporations, profit machines, set the standards to our social economy
control depriving us in believing that we have the freedom to choose
the freedom to speak our minds without being labeled and dismissed


oh those moody days
twisted staircases
the shades of grey
dancing on their faces
we come out of the woodwork
exposed in a drenched spirit
every style seems tacky
the sun is a cruel concept
signs look like they've been there forever