Well Shit...

I've always expected a lot from people around me, but lately expecting anything at all seems totally unreasonable. Or maybe I just shouldn't have been expected good things. Maybe it's my demeanor, maybe it's a lack of guilt, but people are obviously finding it easier to lie to me. For everything conversation, five lies accompany. For every truth, another deception. It's becoming hard to know who I can really trust, even if I want to trust everyone. I guess I'm the odd man out trying my hardest to stay honest with the ones that I care about.

Well... Maybe not

Sincerely, Modest

Sometimes all I really want to feel is love,
Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry

Sometimes my feelings get in the way
of what I really feel I need to say

Overrun

We leave
We ride on
We move in a constant direction
Following the paths laid before us
Keeping to ourselves
Knowing that what lies ahead requires no discussion
No explanation
We are not driven by fate
But pushed forward by an unwavering force
A desire for change
A need for the new
A place to mend the wounds of latter battles
A place to forgive and forget
A realm of comfort previously unknown
But fatigue overcomes
Our goal seems farther than ever
And the shrill breeze of night engulfs the air

Scorching Paralysis

The cold does not possess me yet,
being still consumed by the fire
I do not take flight,
but sit, waiting

It will come to me eventually
to have hope is one thing,
but to endure is another

Endure the glances and the whispers,
the abuse of silence
the ruthless tool of the detached

But i must wait,
the choice no longer mine,
having given up discernment of my own

Resolution will be exact,
leaving them with themselves,
no longer the faults of others

but until then,
I wait in the fire

Prowess

The need for power encompasses all
unrelenting in its fervor
the search will never end
the seekers are termites in a tree
digging towards the heart of the wood
the interior is eaten away
while the exterior stands alone

I have witnessed the might of these parasites
there are those who are workers
tied to the community by bonds of labor
while others lead, and some strive for stature
high above their naturally appointed rank

What are these but men
men that evolved other thousands of generations
yet still resort back to the barbaric tactics of stone age nomads
only through modern mediums

This need is not implanted at birth
but is chosen through the ego of man
rooted in the spite for others
in the desire for control of the uncontrollable

Why must such feelings exist?
Is it not good enough to be content with ones surroundings?
Never.

The Bourgeois Hypocrisy

Reading "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater," only five pages in I find that Mr. Vonnegut has not only hit the nail straight on the head, but he's driven that bitch all the way through the board. And I quote, "E pluribus unum is surely an ironic motto to inscribe on the currency of this Utopia gone bust, for every grotesquely rich American represents property, privileges, and pleasures that have been denied the many." This book was written in 1965 and this tiny piece of a much larger work seems to echo indefinitely through the sunken valleys of current times. This denial is no accident. It is the work of the powerful upon the powerless. It is for the purpose of having control over the horde of voting barbarians.

When will we choose to discontinue this cycle of terrorism.

When will we stand up and take action against the depression, oppression, and suppression inflicted upon other people.

When will we take action to stop the suffering of humanity, to stop the muffling of the voices of the world's citizens, to stop the buffering of military prominence that is only used to gain standing among all of these modern mongol nations.

But who am I, a middle class white American, to speak of the suffering of people? I am a person who knows nothing of the suffering of people, one who has and probably will never experience true strife.

But I am a true observer.
I am a radical.
I am a realist.
I am a revolutionary.

I am everything, I am the future.
Hopefully.....