A writer will leave the other dimension and enter into this world only to exist, study, work and love.. then return back to the other side.
I imagine taking briefcases of film reel with me back to the poetic dimension.. reels filled with energy, colour and retrofied memory..
“I’m addicted to melancholy”
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound
Negative imagery, holding us down
Social delusion, clearly constructed
Human condition, morals corrupted
Trapped in reaction, lawlessness war
Dissatisfaction from bowels to core
Devil’s technology, strategy for
Human mythologies, urban folklore
Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure
Wicked theology, robbing the poor
Scheme demonology mislead the pure
Strictly strategically studying war
Light shown in darkness, image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
Lustful this hustle turn humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble and woes
It’s the mind that they chose
Its designed to stay closed
Standard of jokers, court just a logic
Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college
Primitive man with civilize knowledge
System collapse and he still won’t acknowledge
God is the saviour, studies behaviour
Trying to fix the mix mind that he gave ya
Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds
Wishing their problems were all in their heads
Morale dilemma, pride is the root
Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth
Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead
Imperially led, by the gods in their heads
Motives and thoughts
Industrial wealth
Global economy, in it for self
Heart full of madness, covered with kind
Pleasure designed to take over your mind
Furnished in godliness, painted in good
This tainted priesthood got real saints misunderstood
While classes in government, set up the veil
And cultivate minds for more mythical tales
Typical Hollywood follies good girl
While vice and corruption take over the world
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
Blind with the wickedness, deep in your heart
Modern day wickedness is all you’ve been taught
Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead
Modern day trickery is all you’ve been fed
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
“There’s no such thing as love without collateral”
I can’t remember the last time I told a lie, a lie to gain someone, or to get myself out of a situation. See I’ve always believed that when you live by honesty, even your enemies will fear you because of the strength of the grounds you stand on.
‘Never Throw a stone and hide your hand’
One lie can only exist with another lie told.
I feel I can breathe better if the words I exhale come from the purest depths of my heart. But lately my demons have been getting to me..
We live in a world of liars, selfishness and paranoia, where no one can trust one another in fear of being sabotaged, hurt or exposed of their weaknesses. People plays games, reveal certain qualities and change shades of face. This is either a skill which they’ve gained by telling good person from bad, or a defence mechanism which they’ve been cursed to inherit. And it’s sad to say, that an honest person can be eaten up in this vicious cycle which seems to grow more ferocious..
Where do you find good people?
My faith was to never judge, my mistake was to trust too much.
There’s no such thing as Love without Collateral.
The people I think are innocent, turn out to be the demons of my nightmares, and so I come to the thought..
I need to Lie more.
Because honesty means you expose yourself to pain. And there’s so much a person can endure. Liars can win games. Liars take no risk. Liars can never lose.
It’s just an honest thought.
I’m sat here with an open book about bank regulation, along with pages of notes that i’ve been writing and looking at a laptop screen that’s too bright for my eyes in the morning..
Everyday is becoming a production target, working to meet deadlines and finishing the day with a satisfied output. We are utilized by corporate giants and government bodies to meet certain objectives to ‘fit’ into the programme that society has built for our lives.
I like how capitalism and freedom fit together like two lenses to create this vision of hopes and dreams, where a man can ascend to a life of lavish wealth and achieve self actualisation through hard work and ambition. Yet something’s missing…
I live in a digital generation, where energy is reused and the fashion is minimal. The problems of hunger and illness have been replaced with problems in paying off debts and how to overcome broken hearts in short lived relationships. The more I read about our society, the more I feel that we have narrowed our world, closing the blinds on what life really offers. We have become single units with an expiry date…
It pains me to know that my fathers’ fathers were more in tune to the notes that life composed for us. They were fishermen, artisans and warriors. Boundaries were set by how far they could travel before they were too old to return home to see their grandchildren. A world with no borders…
Living off the fruits that the universe created through astrological exothermic reaction, or maybe through an omniscient narrator, they were in the golden ages…
Danger was always present, from beasts of the wild and from marching armies of foreign land. But the people were so fine-tuned to the riches of life and to the beauty of the world they inhabited, that any threat to it’s harmony would bring out courageous warriors in them. For they truly loved their lives, and would die uncompromisingly for it to be passed on to their children.
They were physically beyond our typical desktop worker, and where as we go to a supermarket for food, they would set out with their sons in the hunt for their meal. Everything revolved around the values of family and in this day, even nucleus families struggle to maintain connection through the vast channels of globalisation. We watch YouTube videos trying to learn how to defend ourselves, and go to fitness programmes trying to combat obesity. We learn to cook by watching TV shows and printing recipes off websites. Our employers give us paid holidays where we fly out to man made resorts that offer high street shopping, clubs and pools by a beach. Why has the world become a shelf of products?
I’m sat here thinking about my forefathers, how they were young men already married with children, and far more established than I am. I wonder whether they were sat wondering how their childrens’ children would live…
Hmm..
I need to get back to my notes on bank regulation. I think im gonna eat.
