Insanity/ Bask

Insanity

A cold empty ocean seems to be swelling in my throat.

A tight knot tying up the words I spoke.

We keep on digging down deep.

The diamonds we find are worthless, the soil we keep.

Why won't my lovely ring stay in-tacked?

The brown streaks line my back.

Crumbled, and wrumpled up on the floor.

Digging my nails down deep and feeling no more.

Why won't my precious mud shine real bright?

It continues to spoil my evening and bury me in the night.

This rotting of my existence leads me to question myself,

"Is it insanity when I continually choose the same thing, and expect

something else?"

Bask

Do you feel the demanding duration of this tenor?
A tree's roots are tangled around the sun.
I might leave for awhile, just a little bit of time.
I might go where I haven't before, so I can fully embellish
This rhyme. Deep basic mumblings of thought...
How I knew it was coming, how I knew it would, how it couldn't be anything different, than what it should.
No longer will these notes of pleasantry wrap around my mind.
I have so much to say, so little time.
Maybe with our old coffee, and chipped tea cups.
We can sip the bitterness till the sun goes down.
Dance in the imaginary flowers, with concrete all around.
Hopefully, in this moon shine we'll shine.
The cold sunshine, won't it last?
In it we will forever bask.

Where the Wild Things are.

It is seemingly overwhelming the amount of pressure that is projected from the social contracts of our society. College, money, social status, clothes, upbringing, mannerisms, and race.

Race, is the one that shocked me. I haven't been brought up to be a racist person. Now, I'm pretty judgmental when it comes to people acting like complete idiots. When someone says, 'I don't want no cool whip" at the drive-thru as much as I try not to I think, "Ignorant? yes."

But I have seen every race under the sun while working at Starbucks and I know for a fact that isn't stamped to one particular ethnicity. I always tell myself that often people speak that way because they're bilingual. But if English is the only language you've ever known? Come on people!

That is besides the point. The point is, Racism.

I'm a mix, an european island mutt, and to my surprise I've experienced racism. I've seen people joke about it as if it's this casual conversation starter.

I despise racist jokes.

As of lately, (speaking of language and words) I've come to see people throwing around the c*** word.

I want anyone and everyone who reads my blog to know that is a distasteful, demeaning, and cheap word.

You seriously can't scrape up another word from your shallow pool of vocabulary?

*rant done*

I was thinking about my utopia the other day. The small community I'd like to create for myself, and potential future family. It would be placed in a thick luscious forest like in the state of Virginia, but dry like in Colorado. There would be mountains, and an ocean. The form of currency would be works. "You know how to blacksmith? Oh, well I can fix plumbing! Trade?" Everyone would have their own garden and basic cattle. Televisions and all form of entertainment electronics would be emitted. Children would run free, free to explore. Almost a taste of the Huck Finn lifestyle! Make up, fashion, and other materialistic obsessions, gone.

We would all embrace the arts. Reading, writing, painting, drawing, sculpting, et cetera would be embraced whole heartedly. None of this you're not acceptable by denying progress and intelligence.

Sun kissed faces, and natural hair.

Oh what pure bliss!

Yet, how on earth does one start something like this without money these days?

It isn't like in the beginnings of America when people could just claim land.

"Oh, yeah, you see these 100,000 square miles? Mine."

Simple things. Our country needs simple things.

On another note, I'm extremely excited about what my writing has in store for me. I've been discussing with a co-worker at work workshops and publishing. It has gotten me extremely excited for the future. There isn't a whole lot more that I love more than my poetry and writings.

My exaggerated qualities tend to make me say I 'love' a lot of things. More like, like.

But I do LOVE my poetry.

It's the only way I can make my feelings become organized and just really take in what is going on around me.

I don't know.

I don't even care if it only gets read by less that 20 people. I'll write it in secret, I don't care! :D

I actually have a ton of poetry that is stored away in the abyss of my said closet.

I have high hopes for my poetry though.

I want it to touch people (emotionally), like it has touched me.

And, who doesn't really want to share the things they love?

I'm going to go on an adventure and find a distant land, and become their queen.

Poetry coming soon!

Captain.

I am the captain of the Pinta, Nina and Santa Maria.

Follow me and we'll toast to our accomplishments with a bit of Sangria.

Demolishing the white waves by pouring oil, fire, and blood.

We sail on our demises, flying by on what we despise.

Dreaming, oh yes we’ve been dreaming.

Thinking what the fishes would say if we could see them.

What the mothers of our lands would say if we were with them.

How to save the damsel in distress, and how’d we treat them.

I know that the world meagerly survives on the droplets of water

Though it creates life it can be the destroyer.

I've come to the terms that my heart won't beat anymore.

I have never fully realized what type of society we have till now. The majority of people still maintain a puritan background. Meaning, they're super conservative in the eye of the public and if they want to have fun it needs to involve alcohol and a hidden place. Last night this was revealed to me at the forsaken Southlake Town Square. Anyone, literally ANYONE (besides myself) who was having fun... had an alcoholic beverage. Those who didn't have one weren't dancing to the music, joking around, and in general just having a great time. Is this what the general public has turned into? A need for a co-factor to have fun. Alcohol has become the chlorophyll in fun. The American society is too stressed out. Our country works the most hours, has the longest hours in school, and uses the most prescriptive drugs. Where has it gotten us? Well, obviously nowhere. The country is slowly declining. All the greatest technology, food, and wealth is at our fingertips. Yet, we're a boring unhappy branch of people. A lot of people are caught up in having an image. "Oh, this person I don't know and probably won't ever see again might think less of me if I dance" Until a little swig of that Coors beer and suddenly you're the life of the party. You've freed yourself into an alter-state of consciousness. But it isn't 'you' whose having the fun, it's liquored up you. Now, don't take this post as me saying I'm against drinking alcohol, and or having some social hour with some cocktails. Hear me out when I say our country relies on TOO many outside sources to have fun. This canNOT be denied. Some of the people I know that I cannot stand I have to give credit too while it's not my kind of fun I see them having little baking parties, and dance off parties no alcohol included in the mix.

But than it is so hard to find a great balance in people. In my years of existence I've only seen those who are ultra conservative and just don't have fun, unless, it includes an intense Risk game. Or, I've seen those who just get totally smashed and let it all hang out. (So to speak).

I'm quite frankly, sick and tired of our social order. How our culture works. Where is this utopia I seek? Since ancient times human beings have been using substances to alter their state of consciousness. I'm even guilty with it when it comes to caffeine.

These things that seem so forbidden are what people seek. Drug use, and alcoholic beverages are so voodoo in our country that it only ignites the interest in our younger generations. For example, Vietnam, our parents were wrong for this well than they must be wrong about everything else.

Also! Is everyone really that scared of who they are? And, too lazy to try and fix what they deem wrong? No one has a problem going out and buying themselves new body parts, dying their hair, and buying a new outfit. As cliche' as it sounds, what about looking internally as well? Going in a seeing what is wrong with me and trying to fix it.

Progress should be the cry of our nation, we're sitting here in stagnate water and asking our government what is that smell? Going beyond my tangent of how our society relies on their alter state to have fun, what about our longevity? our infant mortality rate? our views on education? and the obesity epidemic?

WHY ARE WE STILL STANDING HERE AND SHOVING OUR PROBLEMS AT OBAMA?

Whether you agree with Obama or not, as much as he tries to fix our problems he can't.

WE have to fix them, our society must embrace unity and do its best to fix the issues at hand.

Starting with our youth and teaching them the mistakes of their fore fathers.

Knowing and embracing that sometimes we are in it alone and to make it to the top we must fix ourselves.

Done.

Helvetica.

All I see, Helvetica.

Neutral, these lines.

Don't offend the crowds.

Renounce these rhymes.

Would you like to buy this?

Give me an ounce of your time.

Uniform are these numbers.

Marching in long lines.

Unify the causes,

And condense the press.

Question marks are following.

Beauty put to rest.

Conformity is relative as such.

And, this is why

We love Helvetica very much.