I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.
Tag: poetry
When Have You or I Ever Been Normal?
Inspiration is undoubtedly a curious creature, somewhat imitating the sheeple within our lives; pretending to be something it is not. The misanthropic ideologies we have all come to know and love. A disposition known through experience, strength, and hope. Hopefully this will be a temporary experience. But we all know deep, deep, deep inside of ourselves, it will not be. Invisible flags are being flown at this very moment. Their words are tears falling from their sights. When you lack the ability to articulate your thoughts, you lack the fundamental ability to know yourself. I witness this anathema on a daily basis. This anathema seems to be the new pandemic, a new fucking normal we “need” to learn to live with. Acceptance is the key, which does not fit into the lock. I am not a religious person, as critical thinking and religion have nothing to do with one another, but the Bible was right within its wording, “The meek shall inherit the Earth.” Not only have the meek/weak inherited the Earth, it was handed to them on a silver platter. It seems power looks better being served on that platter, as opposed to your decapitated head. Who needs rights or civil liberties? You and I do, this is why you are reading this post at this very moment. The freedom to use your speech, liberates the freedom to use your thoughts. When you censor your speech, you are in fact censoring your thoughts. I still find inspiration to be a curious creature, just as much as I find the sheeple who enjoy being controlled curious. It now seems the individual has officially become an endangerment to the “new normal”. When have you or I ever been normal?
The Splinter of Winter
The Remedy They Have Sought
This is exactly how they will know me; associating that specific type of pain, anger, and hostility towards me when I am in their sights. This is what my presence conjures within the others, when they feel the presence of my body energy field. I am the raw truth, which the others have sought within their ignorantly bred and fed lives. I am the ever present dark reflecting mirror within their begrudging realities. This is why their inner pain, anger, and hostility, become surfaced within my presence. I am the remedy they have sought, as their disease will not allow for a specific type of healing to take place. This is the way of the herd mentality; the circular path the sheeple walk upon. Their blinders hinder their sights; never allowing them to see what else exists beyond their imagination. I am what exists beyond the imagination. I am the truth; the hardest truth to face.
Dig Deeply
Another hand gripping the throat. A perplexing ideology for those who can breathe. Breath gives life meaning. We give so many things specific meanings from which their is no resonance of it from within. 99% of what someone says to you, has absolutely nothing to do with you. How is it you are responsible for the way another reacts to you? You are not. Only they are. This is the sound of the sheeple’s march. You are responsible for the thoughts, feelings, and compliance of the sheeple. Not really, but in their eyes you are. Break them fully, slowly, and steadily. Plant and grow your seeds deep within their subconscious; allowing these seeds to sprout unbeknownst to them. When they force and pervert their ideologies onto you, this is the best time to plant your seeds. Let them understand in great detail, what a hand around the neck truly tastes like. Dig deeply.
Sacrifice for the Greater Good
Dear Pacifist,
Is this what you wanted; another circumcision for your mind? Pretty soon, you will not have anything left for the others to mutilate. It’s nothing new to you. Familiarity has always been a companion of yours. Sacrifice for the greater good, disdain, and complying with authoritarian daydreams, seems to be the movement for the sheeple towards attaining the golden star- a recognition of social status among the façade of the posers you crave to be like. How does it feel; not having enough vertebrae to stand erect? Unfortunately for you, there is no pill to ingest for that type of erectile dysfunction. I was wondering if you could help me understand; when exactly did spiritual and mental weakness become something to strive for? It seems the majority of the sheeple have succumbed to the diamonds contained within the undertow of subversion. How many of the sheeple do you think actually know what the word subversion actually means? Not one of them, as I see them living it every day of their life.
G.G. Kalfas 