We have seen the tables turn, and turn, and turn - They are turning: I see fat taunting fit, I see women corralling men, I see blacks blaming whites, And, as with any corruption, We see means justified by ends. This will not last, none of it, not at all. Eventually, inevitably this rise, too, will fall. Watch and Learn, The Pendulum Returns: To scatter every hoard, thrash each smug judge, Deny all unwise hope, and destroy every thoughtless grudge. Come none, come some, or come all - Regardless, soon enough, this rise will fall... Plotters for power: The first devoured: Go on, flatter with pretense - Yours is a futile defense. All schemes will undo. Truth will tear through. Believe in the truth of it all: This rise will fall... ...And this rise will fall... ...And this rise will fall...
Help! Save me! Save me from her... Her? But it"s only you here. Save me from myself... Ok... now who will save me from you? Save me from this monster! Never fear! Your calling is right here - be a saint. Bend to my whim and sate boy sate! I"m sure we can twist it all more - your expectations and dedication, your mind and your soul - all meant for me and what I need. I am - I am chosen. Do you see my power, my innocence? Am I not concave? Revere my superiority slot - its cavernous depth! I am the endless treasure cup; earn my crotch and I will fill you up. Be a real man - get "em clipped, get soft, grow up, transcend your selfishness - and help me up!
Come under my wing. I"m so important. And I love Danielle Steele.
Now our search is over - I"ve made it home; you"ve reached base, I have no use for you husk; I shed you, and I surface once again... Help! Save me from her... Her? But it"s only you...
I see her seethe from disillusion -
a woman deceived since birth,
left now with but a flattering ruse,
cloaking listless denial of over-ripened worth.
She shops for dignity, for security,
but in a marketplace overrun,
that renders those blemished, unperfected,
those such as her...obsolete.
Through long years, she once thrived;
in many a race, she once triumphed;
yet she now tastes defeat.
The same defeat she handed, long ago,
to those long now obsolete.
Despairing, floundering,
making slightly better of the worst:
she offers, to the unsuspecting, camaraderie...
The unashamed price tag: Dignity - His and Hers.
She is Obsolete.
I see a male despondent shell,
unhinged - realizing he never will be
more than a disposable means
to secure some damned fool's greed!
Forever glib and in haste to live,
"Everyone, anyone come closer", he bids.
Come close enough that he may consume and assume, vicariously,
some semblance of dignity.
Dignity: His own long-surrendered.
He charged not a fee;
but the added cost of his trust and his dreams
was a price he had failed to see.
His tongue, once piercing
honesty once its art
bends now to the waning murmurs
of his pierced and placid heart.
Alas, with a mind as closed as his options,
with eyes darkly clouded as are his hopes,
he fiercely concedes;
he fearlessly shudders;
He flawlessly nooses his rope.
He is Obsolete.
I see that their ages do vary
(six to sixty, seven to seventy, eight to eighty)
but they're all children, nonetheless.
And none of them hoping to live dreams,
all merely living their gradual deaths.
Most succumb to net of reassurances,
assured retribution for this life:
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I see countless minds buried six feet over ground,
wandering the earth for a sense of worth,
finding none around.
"Why test my nerve, and this life preserve?",
seeing all this, I said.
So here I sit,
last choice in hand - fulfilled,
now dreaming, dead.
I am Obsolete.
It is a painful reign, this rule of fools:
Ignorance canonizing to the tune of, "Let"s all loosen, let"s all lose".
Understanding - none.
Was there ever a time when even the weakest mind would wish to know? And, if "there are no absolutes", why make sense out of any of this? Why not accept ambiguous equality in its entirety: "Anything and everything is anything and everything else".
Hope - Even less:
In faith, I wish we were getting better.
But we are not,
when anyone not reveling and basking in the cowardice
of socialized ignorance is (at least socially) shot.
Faith - gone:
Which of these willingly numbed fools would disbelieve?
My sardonic profession of naivety:
I trust a sole soul.
The truth I have learned from climbing this road.
My life gladly spent to show
My choices shame me to no end; though,
My knowledge haunts me. Never did it let go.
My troubles teach me. Now I know.
It was but disregard; nevertheless, down I go.
Start: I think it disdain.
Why be pleasant, when you can be powerful? Why be agreeable, when you can be irresistible? Ask me and I will tell you, no questions asked... The worst of them wrong best with, and give thanks to, the unsaid. A great deal of time spent so wastefully, Treading the tides from hallowed hollow heads...
An optimist: "Trust: put a good foot forward for every person." A realist: "Relax: not everyone will be pleased always." A Pessimist: "Accept it: if everyone is pleased, truth is compromised."
Known opposes Unknown,
Ignore opposes Heed,
Yet ignorance claims to be unknowing,
Therefore, what follows is clearly of need:
In a mistaken mind,
knowledge stands opposite folly,
Still, the wise know this:
However it is dressed,
when there is poison in the mind,
keeping even the most knowledgeable fool from being wise,
the word for it is stubbornness.
How does it happen? Generation after generation of unashamed, unrepentant victims leads the next several generations of unabashedly unaware victims into the very same pitfalls - pitfalls that should be disillusioning, and yet, the illusion remains!
Century after century, we see a perfectly jagged little anthem continue to play out: "I'm doing this for your own damn good!"
The poisons of the crowd,
Whether silent or aloud,
Are there for all to see,
How blinded we pretend to be,
How blindly we pretend to believe.
You cannot know what you've not learned.
This is true.
Nevertheless, even what you've learned
is no part of what you choose.
What a fright it is to see
how truly blinded we have come to be.
We fool ourselves quite completely.
More completely: Through our lies, we take our own breath.
Whether short or long the length,
though it can be tedious,
this life is brief...
A tree?
Yes, indeed - many times longer, hundreds of years,
survives a tree.
However, the right Ideas span eternity!
Plant the right ideas!
No, I was not convinced, but wow - what a meticulous charade! Not at all am I convinced, but nearly wholly was I drenched. To live as an animal - I had almost accepted my fate! Nearly wholly, but not at all.
Now, my ascension lends me courage: It could have been worse. Was I ever all that near to self-defeat? to suicide?; or ever that near to accepted defeat - assimilation into that most unseemly of hoards? I think not! The hedonism, how rudimentary! What maggots!
These nets, these pits - such farcical witlessness, I admit it!
It was fortunate, for the sake of sport, that I began my life as a child - unknowing; or else their tastiest bait would have offended me, and their most tidal waves would have not seemed a current. If I had not begun life as an ignorant child, then the obviousness, the pettiness of their delusion would have bored me into chaotic apathy by now!
Every one of their peevish red-herrings - they all bore me. The real offense: "Society" now offer me nothing, but a "better" position, if I play in its imaginary game! Despicable, laughable: Me ever playing as the fallen, the scapegoat, the prodigal mind! The real offense: Watching everyone adjust the semantics to facilitate their laziness, their cowardice - their agreeable chaos.
Moreover, I almost dedicated my life to torturing my soul, to ferreting out vain attempts to save you all - save you all from yourselves. You puddles! You senseless puddles! Each one of you poisonous puddles knows better than to try to infect my foot, as I step through your haze of cowardice and stupidity. I will not leave even the tiniest opening for your self-delusion; your triviality will not seep into me! You lost the only time you had, will ever have, over me - spent it trying to convince me that I was intrinsically destructive and deplorable. I know, as do you, that your time was poorly spent.
All the wasting lives - they wane and wither.
Taking only...
but who will be the giver?
Defend and attack.
Repent and relapse.
Contrive, Attack, Retract.
Relax...Realize...Relax...
There is no other.
Only us.
All these idiots who serve to barricade my progress,
and seize my options,
...I see them for what they are: Buoys.
They are spiritual buoys, around which I must navigate.
And there's more:
The buoys are not impersonal; not at all.
and although it appears that they do their complete, and immediate best to hinder me, they only mean to redirect.
They ultimately, intrinsically wish for my success.
The judge sentenced me.
From within his proudly honorable robe
...He sentenced me.
And yet...He has no honor.
No more respectable is He than She,
The feminist caseworker,
she sent me...
Eyebrow-ring, crew-cut and all,
She sent me to "His Honor".
Shall I forgo pretending
That I am spurred to proper ending
By a fear of death?
If so, I should believe I am all but alone...
Accompanied only
By those morally lonely,
Whose fear of death is second, only
To a fear of life alone.
Moreover, if there ever was a time lower than how
I feel at this moment, it is...now.
Each pulse passing seems surely wasted...
And is said, by so many, that I am to fear having too few of these, my futile moments!
In truth, through the joys and pains I have tasted,
Above all else, this I know: I shall not fear having too few of these,
My futile,
Thankless
Moments
Promiscuity is the disease; Aids is the cure - No one in need will fend off the cure, Without fortifying their life against the disease.
Fear is the disease; promiscuity is the cure - When one fears the other, one finds another.
Immoral Intolerance is the disease; fear is the cure - What every thinking thing desires genuine appreciation from others. Therefore, a Scapegoat will always be found in a state of continual, delusional fear - a necessary component of immoral intolerance.
Laziness is the disease; intolerance is the cure - It will always be more expedient to assault than to study. Diligently learning, along with earnest sharing, Eventually brings about collective wisdom. Knowledge can cure all but one disease: Laziness is a disease for which there is no cure.
Self-Deception is the conscious cause of laziness.
Laziness sprints, tirelessly, towards death.
Whose spirit soars while gazing longingly, blindly at figments of security?
No one's.
A hopeful heart, indeed, but a soul deformed, misled. How near death must be, to have a mind shaped to seek happiness.
Love immerses us in compassion, sacrifice and, at times, submission. Share: Love not only for the needs of the lover; the beloved needs also. Love the beloved best, as more than love's canvas.
Do you love or are you a parasite?
With the question to follow, the end is in sight. So, please, let's discuss: Do you act to strengthen only the "me", only the "you", or the "us"?
Pryor also came under fire for filing a Supreme Court brief in a Texas sodomy case comparing homosexual acts to "prostitution, adultery, necrophilia, and bestiality, possession of child pornography and even incest and pedophilia".