Im writing a poetic manifesto. Its edgy and incoherent.
Its also not done. Yup, you read all this right, so far.
I dont expect anyone to be in a place or state of interest for this-
But nonetheless, the internet is surprising and maybe someday
Someone will read and aprecciate it.
Also, it is very abstract, in a sense - as I am not very good at communicating or writing my feelings.
Reading any part is greatly appreciated, even this! So thank you.
I do so love to exist and you make that possible <3
Enjoy / Judge it, as you will.
Before though, as it starts out rough and stays that way, this first!~
My favorite Crystal Castles song- Kept.
It is one of my favorite songs in general. It is gatekept on most streaming services due to some stupid licenscing reasons- but I dont feel bad stealing it when I consider its origins (iykyk). Something about the song captures perhaps the most carefree happiness I have ever felt, at a point; The summer haze I spent well in fantasy, talking to the one I love.
Clouds of rotten disease
surround me
Thoughts,
I ought not have consumed
Now linger,
in every breath I produce
I miss when I was lighter
I miss when I was younger
And my bones feel cold as ice
- while I cant get myself to eat
I feel a buzzing inside my head
And concern emits from a place,
I cannot visit
Paternicity or projection
Who really knows?
Who really cares?
Especially when,
Im happier today
- than I was yesterday
I think, it is best to not to think too much -
lest your moments be wasted somewhat -
and ones joy be replaced with confusion increasingly so upon considering.
That is to say, live in the moment.
Questioning why I exist
As if any of us should need a reason
- Excuses to get out of bed
- And excuses for why I persist
I am so very tired of this world
And I am so tired of waking up to more evil
Yet I am excited still,
with the turn of every season
I am still excited when he smiles at me
Or just smiles in general
- that alone is enough for me
I dont know what that means just yet
But for now, time is a blessing unto my humble deliverance
Some say we are all still children
Some I dont think ever got to be
Still we cherish each other's judgement
While denying our love to the ones who deserve it
Its a weary thought, disturbed, so be it, as a vision-
That this world should be so sick and twisted
But not as much as it is beautiful and blissful
Dont you think light and love are miraculous yet fickle creatures?
The call of the void still rings inside me
The desire to feel something different
Its funny that everyone has vices
And mine is as though I want to stop thinking
And I cant explain the erasure
Just something always sends me spiralling
Denything that which is ahead of me
And its funny that life should appear like this-
We all want to feel so important
Yet beholden to nothing, it seems
I think am great at following the latter
In the face and the wake of the former
I never wanted very much:
The peace to understand my surroundings.
Perhaps that was too much to ask for?
Perhaps I ought to have considered
- how that would impact the Fortune 500's
Perhaps I ought to have learned by now
- How little time we have
- and how impatient everyone is to get through what little is left
Perhaps I ought not to have strayed so far from the center
But when I think about who I am - I am proud to be different
We dont want to understand each other
We want to fuel our nature
But when it comes to greed or avarice
Call it nothing but humanity
So that we can simply believe
Not that we couldnt otherwise
But that life is complicated
And one persons hopefulness
Is anothers peace of mind
And there really are bad people out there-
Boogie monsters who hide their teeth
- and will snatch your children
Record your interests and plot your personality metrics
All just to inform themselves more and more
On how exactly, to make this world, ever so more- in their favor
Most of us unaware to our unfortunate circumstances
Or pretending, for now, everything is okay
- Because if we didnt, we couldnt get through the work day
- That which we are forced to live through
And during all of it, we incorporate great structures
Of deceit and contrivance
Agreements behind enemy lines of either you or I
About how all our lives will run
- to the anxiety of coexisting with ugly people
Layers of social alliance
Of compliance and convencience
- We say to each their own
And if your skin color isnt the same as mine
Or you like kissing someone that I dont like
Well then forget everything Im about to say
Because that is the hypocrytical irony we live in today
I believe in peace, life, liberty
And the freedom to pursue that which is worthy of ones self interests
That means doing what you value the most
- without undue judgement -
So long as it doesnt violate another beings ability to do so too
Or as I like to call it- the proliferation of equal possibilities
Its kinda like being curteuous - but not really
Because part of it requires stifling your own bullshit
I believe in rehabilitation
And the ability for us to be rational human beings
And I believe, there are a great many people
Who do and do not share these ideas,
It seems we are at a crossroads of harm in this unusual destiny
The world is at odds with impermanence
And I cant understand why it matters in the first place
We invented checks and balances,
meant to stifle our fiendish behavior
And built in corrective measures to the general population
to 'civilize' everyone - as though that isnt hurting everything
Simply because of our lowly madness of discrimination and grief
- Some Ive been coming to find
Arent so aimless, but were made
To grind down, or write away
our sense of imagination and creation
Yes, we find these many ways
With lifestyles and paranoia
We collectively ignore the social priming
The propaganda and silenced voices
Because the human life-time is too short
To notice through the noise- drowning out the sources
We carefully craft a pipeline for every reason
And person to follow at the systems convenience
Just dont mention the word privilege
Nowadays that gets you cancelled, rather quickly
And what does that mean!?
When there is no line in the sand
And there is a quickly fading
The internet and exponential stock investments
Artifical intelligence and the rapidly inflating sense of entitlement
But at the same time, the separation of upper and lower class
There is no middle, that is called the pipeline to success
This lie weve been ridden that wealth is a ladder
Paved with opportunities you had to starve or stab
Or step over- or push down under
Or quite frankly kill another person with your willful ignorance
We invented money and religion
And build culture with education
But in the meantime since,
weve used it for evil beyond comprehension
We indoctrinate, enslave, and coerce populations to be docile
Not for our sake, but for theirs
And I just cant understand such common sense
Problems we have been facing
Not because any of these things
are wrong or bad, in themselves
But because, much like a language or blade
Its about how you use them
Im not trying to saying everything is terrible
Or that I hate everything
Its quite obviously somewhat, sorta alright
Everyone is in their own right, and place-and-time
The sun still shines each morning and birds still sing
The rain still feels nice on my skin
- And it feels nice to breath
But when I look around me
I think some colors of light are so scarce
It feels as though some of us
Are so scared of the dark
We are burning up our home
Just to feel a sense of calmness
Nowadays, we keep our feelings
Locked and guarded in private
Less they be stigmatized into alignment
Or posted online in a way you just didnt like
Whether we felt that way truly
seems to matter very loosely in the eyes of the crowd
Well that an opportunity for ragebait
No one wants things to change
We are lost within the problem
And that is part of the problem
But see the problem is actually
much bigger than the stage
Its the unmanageable challenge
- of evolution and temptation
Its going to last longer than you or I
Its bigger than you and I
And its smaller than you I
It is the duality of being in many different places at once
And yet, from your point of view
But when you realize this perception is a mask
A worry begins to emerge that you are not so
unlike everyone around you
Currents of emotions and cause-and-effect
Who really wants to look at themself
When its the unenviable task,
of stripping down what makes us special
And when consciousness is more untenable-
than any one person could fathom
It would mean tearing open pandoras box
to find you were the contents
Poking the sleeping bear- or dragon- or mind flayer
And knowing that, in a sense
You were worried you might not understand you
And when we bring this question up, to the top
The answers become insatiable
It would mean the rich and the powerful
Admitting they didnt become this successful, on solely the whims of their intentions
It would mean the poor and impoverished
Accepting they didnt become this downtrodden, accidentally without pressure
But that someone, somewhere
- has always played a part
Before, after, and through them, currently
tempting and fooling us with expectations
But so long as the play keeps going
Why do we have to take things so seriously?
Fear of fear will be the death of us all
I wish the world could just grow up
I wish the slave masters that ran this world
Werent so fed up on their own narcissism
I wish the serfs would one day wake up
And that we might unite under the common understanding
And this life is a journey