THE ONLY TRUTH KNOWN IS THAT NOTHING CAN BE TRULY KNOWN

Father (another dead God)

Father

As the door came open the silhouette stood cold,
lost drunk and perverted, he forgot to bring his soul...

Blankly staring back into her nightmares,
she feels the fear rise and covers her face;
Daddy is decorated with a confused idea of cares -
Daddy the lonely addict, distraught and out of place.

"Time for a story my sweet child of gentle peace,"
Then sits with his precious until Mom leaves for bed;
cold fingers run empty across her every crease -
she closes her eyes and dreams - sweet dreams of being dead.

"Quiet my daughter, I'm here to keep you safe -
just open your ears and listen to this book."
His pleasures stare back naked in her face,
feeling her while reading with a reassuring look.

An eternal moment passes and lifeless living yeilds -
she lies awake wondering why it had to be...
she thinks of a place serene - open, open feilds,
and forgives her Daddy again for all the agony.



This poem is very similar to the first poem I posted - "Dear God, you're dead" was all she said - but this one means alot more to me because I think the narrative is vivid enough that my commentary won't be necessary. Also, it was this poem, along with 2 others that I will post later, that won me a poetry contest at school. Enjoy reality dear friends!

Alone on a Cloud

I wanna sit up on a cloud - bide my time,
get the highness to my head...
I wanna fly forever - tick, tick, time,
the world below is seemingly dead.

Spend my days getting lost - enlightened.
I wanna touch the stars tonight...
I find myself rockin' on the moon -
Jammin' with these stone-eyed sights.

All alone and comfortable as hell - fuck the world below,
I'm tired of the hurried explanations...
Superficial themes, gilded in words they don't know ,
While I see the truth up here in constellations.


A little acoustic melody was running through my head so I decided to write a little poem - more like a little song. Needless to say I was a little cooked. I wrote this back in high school, and looking back on it is just raw nostalgia of the days when I was stoned every waking second - living without a care in my life. Fuck man, and then I woke up one day caring about things and just like that the world is dressed in a different dress - colored a different hue - and by jove I was the painter! Well anyways, if you know me well enough you know I haven't gotten high since November 1 2004...not that I don't still love pot, but I've come to love less articial things - things a little more pure. But I'll get high again, and I'll sing this song for all of you, and we'll all shine on...

Evolution (part one of two)

The mean sky of green clouds
is nothing more than the sweet sounds
of downtown Baltimore under a threatened shroud -
society coffin bound.

A simple solution to diffuse such illusions
is to abuse the mind and define such confusion;
A potion to open the oceans of design
and redefine the tide breaking in the mind.

Now, mind to mention enigmatic dimensions:
the city of lights' downward descension,
a harbor of the night riding waves of intentions -
Heaven of Hollywood without any ascension.

At first was the Earth before man began his search,
now the Earth under a curse has meaning falling terse.
To make the best out of the worst anytime you're feeling hurt
is to cut your wrists in disbelief and dust into the dirt.


The last verse here I just added on today, and while it is disgustingly cynical, hopeless, and depressing I find it both quite humorous and sadly realistic - not that I am laughing at the weakness of those who commit suicide, but, continuing with the sarcastic tone throughout the poem, I am poking fun at the pointlessness of suicide. Just as I am with Hollywood and America's devotion to Hollywood. Just as I am in the second stanza with drugs - particulary heroin. Yes, we all know what heroin can do for an artistic mind, and I wish all those anti-drug zealots would recognize this, and although I thoroughly enjoyed for the greater portion of the last 6 years being inebriated to the fullest extent of my mind's, or the drug's, capability, I strongly believe that hiding behind drugs or anything else for that matter - sitcoms, video games, sex - is pathetic, and the man who cannot confront his own reality, accept his own mortality, and question the endless possibilities of a spiritualiy is not a man at all, but rather a coward. Also known as 99% of people living in the world today.

Sorry for the little tangent there, but let's face it, our society is drowning under a waterfall of absolute misguidance - from our viewing of Oil and Hollywood as God's to our addiction to money and power - from our complete hypocrisy regarding our beliefs. Because, people, seriously, we can believe in something all we want but until we live those beliefs, morals, and ethics through our actions we believe in nothing. I'm sick and fucking tired of hearing overzealous Christians telling me how to live my life when I know that they (not mentioning any names here) get off work, get slammed, fuck bitches, get into fights, are racist, and support this ass-backwards war. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised if people are a little lost; I mean, our president - the most famous Christian in America - completely ignored one of the most essential fundamental Christian beliefs - forgiveness. Maybe politics and religion don't fit together, but I think he should make it clear that God does not give 2 shits about democracy.

"An eye for an eye would make the whole world blind." - Gandhi

"Dear God you're dead," was all she said.

"all you need is love" ... right?

The sun behind dusty curtains
shines like a hazy mine
of happiness that worsens
with each heartbeat of time.

The weight of religion
running heavy in the mind
crashes like collisions
against turbulent tides.

She has no reason to believe;
burned by the fires of desire,
left with her little bastard to conceive.
No preist, no altar, no choir.

Fuck-lusty fools, sword-driving duels,
divides the pride of pure virgin thighs
ivory and innocent, guilty of no crime,
scarred by the blade of saddistic twisted minds.

I can still hear her singing,
"all you need is love; love is all you need."
I can't forget her swinging,
from the beam under which she once believed.


I once knew a girl who was raped, and the events that took place on that one unforgettable night carried with them a lifetime of insurmountable agony, fear, and pain. Before I met that girl the topic was something of another uncontrollable, out-of-my-reach, matters that affected me in no substantial way, but after meeting her and hearing her stories and witnessing the pain and agony streaming out of her eyes I was abruptly confronted with the realization that this widespread, daily occurrence is something that needs to be recognized more often by both myself and everyone else.

Any way you look at the situation, rape is rape, and you can always count on it violently stealing innumerable beliefs, esteems, and other such things. The poem "dear god you're dead" that I wrote, although many times strayed from the constant poetic rhythm, confronts the possibility of a rape tearing a girl away from God, religion, and belief in humanity and love. As far fetched as this correlation may sound, the idea, if thoroughly thought out, is not. It is easy for someone who has not experienced a life-changing trauma to simply say "it's not that big of a deal," or what I used to believe "It can only make one stronger," but the fact of the matter is that if one wakes to nightmares everynight of two eyes that rest eternally within one's mind, two eyes that glare into the soul, two eyes that forever glance up through a crowded room only to disappear one glance later - living with these fears and memories is living death - something a God should not permit to happen. Yes, it is the choices we make that determines the vaue of the life we live, I know - but where was God in the Holocaust? This omnipotence seems to become decreasingly realistic day after day.

Of course this poor girl could have taken up existentialism before taking her own life, but who really wants to accept man's absurdity in a world of uncontrollable events? I know I'd like to believe, but more and more I look at the world around me and all faith in a God is a leaf in the breeze. Maybe that is why I enjoy getting high and receding within my own mind - it is the only purity of my existence - it is the only haven away from a world torn by hate and greed.

One day our president will think...but until then...

"Bush tries to shore up support for Iraq policy
President says Iraqis more optimistic, violence 'only part of the reality'" - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8356344/

I found this heading quite humorous, not only because Bush is still, after a landslide of advocacy, calling for more support both economically and politically, but more so because he is close-minded and naive enough to claim that "violence is only part of the reality."Personally, I find this very condescending towards my own intellect because this hypocritical Christian-conservative close-minded yuppie has the audacity to try and make me believe that violence is only part of the reality of life in Iraq. Furthermore, calling for more support would only escalate the violence, because if he hasn't figured it out by now, the American troops are the ones who are causing most of the violence.

Hey Bush, Death is only a Part of Life - does that mean it is minute enough to disregard?
You Fucking fool ... send your daughters over to Iraq and have them attempt to raise a family and then tell me violence is only part of the reality.

And while I am all fired up on GW, lets talk about another issue - which I will expand on in the future: Osama Bin Laden and the reasons for war. (my good friend Treeonfo also deals with this issue - http://twocentsforfreetree.blogspot.com )

We went to war because of 9/11 to fight a war on terror - 4 years later we have not found Osama Bin Laden, and moreover we have substanital evidence to suggest that he is is Afghanistan - interesting because I'm pretty sure we are fighting in Iraq right now.

We went to war to expel Sadam Hussein from power and restore a democracy in Iraq - first of all, what the hell does this have to do at all with either the United Nations or America? Second of all, haven't the war totals surpassed the murders of Sadam Hussein? Third of all, why aren't we in the Conga or North Korea fighting to restore democracy. Or maybe South America where unjust legal systems and drug lords control the government. Oh, nevermind, I just remembered that Iraq is the leading oil distributor in the world. Oil - the drug of presidents.

We went to war and we have accomplished basically nothing. What have we all learned today?
Operation Iraq Liberation - O.I.L. for the slow-witted.

Now I know I may not have focused my arguments on a particular issue, but this is a freewriting, anger-relieving jumble of emotions scattered on a page, and control and organization has no place in the mind. Next time you shall get something a little more restrained - I promise.