Tag: dark poetry

The mornings are easy; the world is not entirely awake yet. The worker ants are still slumbering; not wanting to wake up to their cyclical endless livelihoods. The same day, over and over; a never-ending day throughout the rest of their lives, all in the name of survival. Survival will suck the energy, the creativity, and eventually the life right out of your spine. This is the purpose of its conception, and the only reason why it exists. The 40-hour plus work week, will ultimately keep you ignorant to who, and to what you are, this is why week and weak, are pronounced the same: this is what it makes you. Throughout this work week/ weak, the energetic lifeforce is sucked straight out of our bodies, as there is no energy left from within, to pursue any worthwhile interests one may have. This is the most probable cause, as to why binge watching your favorite mind-numbing programs is so popular. Instead of escaping from your life’s cyclical, creative inactivity through a television program; why not escape through an internal cultivation, which is a creative aspect, one could nourish and explore? The cyclical aspect of a self-numbing fixation, will eventually maintain itself, throughout the rest of your nonexistent mundane life. Besides, your colleagues at the life extinguishing place of your employment, are more interested in discussing the newest life-sucking season, of a mind-numbing show on Netflix, as opposed to learning about your creative interests. Most of the employed sheeple, have no interest in any type of creativity whatsoever, unless this creativity concerns using a different font on a weekly report. Sadly, this is the way of the sheeple within society, and the circumstances which surround and consume the market place; mundanity is the norm, as ignorance is the life-blood, pulsating within and through it. This is why you ultimately feel energetically blocked within your life, as there is an invisible weight being placed upon your shoulders, every time you think about work. This weight travels with you, throughout every aspect of your life. Adaptation is the strength of the human condition; adapting to, and ultimately accepting sub-standard circumstances within one’s life, are unfortunately the most common of all human adaptations. It is easy to accept what is not wanted, and what one would consider unacceptable within one’s life, one droplet at a time. Over the course of one’s lifetime, one would be amazed to see the amount of undesired circumstances they have knowingly tolerated. This is how it builds up; this is how one droplet at a time will become a death-weight upon your shoulders and your spine. The mornings are easy, as the world is not entirely awake. Sadly, for most of the sheeple within the world, they will never awaken again. Being dead to the world around one’s self, is usually a disguise; the mask of the masses, hiding from their lives. This is what they desire from their life; an escape into an alternate reality, far away from the life they are currently living. Never making the slightest effort to change, or to enhance their own life, the sheeple are simply content to not face it. As far as the mentality of the sheeple are concerned; by not facing, and ignoring their current life, they believe their disenchantment will simply vanish all by itself. The sheeple aimlessly meander through the escape within their disguises, just as they aimlessly meandered through their non-escapist lives.