We are more than just a family
We are a refuge for the lost
we don't care who you are
young, old, tall, short, fat, skinny, dumb, smart, rich, poor, strong, weak, proud, humble, living, dead, disabled, normal... normal... normal?
When you enter our doors your not normal anymore.
But we love our difference from them.
We embrace it.
But we need to venture out there, into the darkness,
we need to take our light and show them the way back,
back where they will be safe and sound,
a home... home?
no. no more home. home is a place some despise. others love.
instead we are a temple.
Because the people out there,
they may be illiterate,
but they are not blind, not deaf,
they see and hear evil,
but they turn the other way.
We will be the mirror that shows them the truth,
shows them that they are children,
and are apart of something greater.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
I Only Am Who They Want Me To Be
I was a dreamer. I would have made it far into this world on nothing but a cloud. Breathing new life into those who wanted rid of their old. But they don't like that. That is what they will make sure they prevent. They will, instead, barrage my mind with so much useless information and force me to hold it in, and instead of being the creative me, I will be who they want me to be. They say it will help us, we will use it all in due time, I know the truth behind it all. If we went wild with imagination then America would be full of great people, and because the great wanted to feel special they push our ideas out by forcing us with new ideas. Ideas that will one day empty out into a computer while in a cubicle. Where is the fun in that? Break away. Be the different one. Everyone will think you are weird, that is only because they are apart of some robotic scam, and they will all march along. They only pay any attention to what has been told to them. "You will learn this, but to make you feel free you get to choose this." In the end, its all under their control. Their power. Their sovereignty. We will all just sit there staring at useless texts until we die off. Then they replace us an the cycle restarts. I'm not doing that, and I'm telling you not to either. This is your life. You get one life. Average 64.3 years. You will waste around 24, maybe more, getting lectured on information, most of it you will never need. Then another 36 on using the little information you needed inside of a box with no creativity. Imagination. Excitement. Then you will just retire, and in a few years die. If it was a choice to break away I would, but its law now. I never needed this. The only thing I needed, but will never get again, was a cloud.
I wish I was a child again. Careless. Fearless. Creative. Imaginative. What a wonderful life it was, but I... We... will never have again. "To the children, the future of our nation. May they become mindless like the rest of us, controlled by those deemed fit to do so."
I wish I was a child again. Careless. Fearless. Creative. Imaginative. What a wonderful life it was, but I... We... will never have again. "To the children, the future of our nation. May they become mindless like the rest of us, controlled by those deemed fit to do so."
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Who I Am is Who I Wish I Was Not
You eat my soul away. And even though I don't cry myself to sleep at night I know I wont be laughing, because of you. You are just false love but the true hate inside you overpowers and everyone can see it clearly, at least I can. I tried to satisfy your constant demands but you thought I was only giving in so you demanded more. You have made me a person i'm not. Because when you would put me down, I heard you loud and clear, and when you took all of my possessions away, you took away my sanity, and you could always find the downside to a beautiful thing. Who I am is who I wish I was not, or ever was, because of you.
I wake up every day dreading it, "God, why did you put me in this position?" Your heart is a void that consumes the souls and joy of others and you spit on their dried up miserable corpse. And though they cry blood, your tears persuade them to do what you ask, but your "woe is me" won't work anymore. My heart pleads to be free, and I dream at night that I will be one day, but your hands, like chains, hold me down in this hell. You took me to the edge of the cliff, but you wont push me off cause you need to use me. And since that is the way it will always be you will never get rid of me, so I will get rid of you. I loved you but you never loved me, and so I lost my love for you.
I wake up every day dreading it, "God, why did you put me in this position?" Your heart is a void that consumes the souls and joy of others and you spit on their dried up miserable corpse. And though they cry blood, your tears persuade them to do what you ask, but your "woe is me" won't work anymore. My heart pleads to be free, and I dream at night that I will be one day, but your hands, like chains, hold me down in this hell. You took me to the edge of the cliff, but you wont push me off cause you need to use me. And since that is the way it will always be you will never get rid of me, so I will get rid of you. I loved you but you never loved me, and so I lost my love for you.
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