Monday, June 25, 2012

From the Belly of the Beast

Once again.
It's the same race with the same participants, the same outcome and the same rules of play.
A view from the sidelines? It's what people like me prefer to call reality...
Because in the end, the real epitome of identifying patterns in people is being able to notice the repetitiveness of human behaviour in completely different/unattached individuals.
They're all too similar.
And what's worse is that ALL of these idiots who inflict this bullshit onto themselves are doing EXACTLY what they want.
This sick and twisted world will never cease to amaze.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Real

Leave man to make his own decisions; in no time you will discover how our society works.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Echoes














Where the mind wanders is where the heart resides.
Revelation... It screams epiphany.
Escaping the latter that coincides.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Sick & Selfish Children

Millions of people.
All the same in each and every way.
They love their jobs.

The pawns on a chessboard. They want nothing more...
Watch as they cry to get sent across the seas so that they can die amongst the wastes of another man's sick and twisted dreams.

This is society in the 21st century.
Where people judge the lives of other people solely based on what their eyes see through modern entertainment.

There used to be a word for it...
We called it brainwashed..
But now we prefer to use the euphemism...

SICK & SELFISH CHILDREN.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

King Crimson - Pictures of a City

...Concrete cold face cased in steel,
     Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel...

Friday, June 1, 2012

Save the Youth.
They see adults in their mirrors.

Self-deception is a disease and it's running rampant through our society.
It's the fuel to the fire; the pinnacle of the desire.
The fool wouldn't doubt for a second that this person is a liar.

If only people realized the true consequence at end....
Then I would hope that one day,
The young and the old could experience the truth once again.

Twist of Fate



Do you wish there was a way to stop the fickle hand of fate,
or do you give in to the urge and kill the very thing you hate?

Waste

Love is blind.
Set to keep you selfish and predictable.
The loom of the lust, catering solely for childlike minds.
This is the distraught descent, keeping you behind.
Love is dead and it was all in your head.

Some Siren...



Love is in abundance. Its climax: the whiskey glasses spilled.
A subtle truth is revealed.
So give answer to deviate, until all becomes stilled.