Pigeons

I feed birds bird
Well I feed pigeons chicken
I try to convince myself this is wrong but the more they gather around my bench the more scraps of chicken I discard
Food I paid for with money I don't have
But they jump up beside me desperately seeking the nourishment I have
Never putting their face in my container of food but close enough to touch on the bench beside me

They can feed themselves
The aren't the homeless on the street waiting for someone to care enough to pick them up out of their condition
They aren't one of those starving children you see on those infomercial asking for our pennies
The pigeons will thrive whether I feed them or not
Yet still, here I am, breaking of meat and biting it and using the piece left in my hand to feed to the birds

I reason that it's a different species
Chicken, not pigeon
It's kinda like saying if you feed me Brazillian it's okay
But people are people... I'd still be eating human
But somehow I feel calm as I watch the little birds nip in quick and beat the pigeons to the meat
Some of the pigeons are just bullies on a playground of lined bricks
I love to see that no matter how hard they try the smaller animal always triumphs

I guess what it really is, is that I wish I could be a pigeon
Be able to fly away
Roam the park benches for what the people will throw my way
But I am already human and in need of so many things
That means I'm part of the race of feeders... We are all human
There is no one to feed me
I will never get what I need
And with this reality I continue to feed the birds

Self Identity

In the light I live and breathe
In the light I tell degrees of truth
In the light I see what needs to be done
To keep you oblivious to the me you'll never see
Because I hide when I know you're watching
In the light when I know you can see
Samuel Alexander

Skinny Jeans

The way this feels is excruciating, suffocating. I’m crying out for air, I need to breath –with every step my movement is restricted. I wish I could travel back in time when things were different – when I didn’t feel so trapped, airtight, longing for escape… release. It’s the worst thing to happen to man, oh how I long to burn them –I hate them.

These Fucking,

Skinny Jeans
Samuel Alexander

Love?

Love
What does it mean?
What is it really?
Is it that feeling that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside?
That thing that takes you into a world you never knew?
Is it something that’s traditional?
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy and they consummate their relationship with a bond of trust before marriage
Is it all the things they said it would be?

No
It’s something more
Something so complex it can’t be described in this world or the next
It isn’t the obvious or what we’ve been told

It’s hard
It’s rough
It’s compromise
It’s change
It’s letting go
It’s up
It’s down
It’s not black and white
It’s gray
It’s unexplainable
It’s undefined
It’s perfect because of its imperfections
It’s so intricate that even the best suspense mystery can’t compare to the shocking unknown and creative ways in which love can express itself
Make itself known

So why do we believe in what we are told?
To trust in the obvious
The limited views of what love should be

Love for me is the thing that just is

Why do I love who I’m with?
Well... you know... I... It’s just amazing... It’s not solid
It’s all over the place and doesn’t say much but that’s the beauty of it.

Love is unexplainable

It’s that thing that simply exists
That’s what we should look for
That connection that’s so great so indescribable that the limitations of the human mind and justification can’t label it
That’s what I want
Something so magnificent I can’t explain it
It just is.
Samuel Alexander

Gift

What an awesome gift
I find myself with
I feel as though I am
So wonderfully blessed
To be given such freedom
In such a wonderful kingdom
The land of earth
The place where I was birth
Choice to choose my own path
Choice to choose to smile to laugh
Choice to be happy and choice to be sad
But then there are the down times
The when i'm falling down times
When I"m drowning in fear
Feel depression so near
Covering my head like a cloud
Drowning my soul with doubt
Then they tell me my gift giver always has a plan
That it will somehow work out in the end
And then... it doesnt... and I realise
God's just a kid with an ant farm, he isn't planing anything
Samuel Alexander

Accident

Open
Drip
Drop

Pressure
Clot
Stop

Movement
Open again
Drip
Drop

Accidental
Finger
Scissor
Cut
Samuel Alexander

Flight

I fly on angles wings
Soaring through clear blue sky, as i rise high...
Feel the wind blowing in my face - find rest, peace, tranquility and escape my worries for just a while...
And almost forget to fly back to solid ground
Samuel Alexander

Sea Of Life

One day while out for a swim the ocean turned into something I didn't wish to be in
The waves started rising and the water flow picked up its pace
Rain started coming down and my heart began to race
Rocks appeared out of nowhere and obstacles magically materialized
My arms grew tired
My legs grew weak
I thought I was going to die
Yet all those around me seemed unaffected which started to make me lose my mind
I thought there was no way I could make it through and was frantic thinking of ways to survive
And just when I thought I'd reached the end the waves became calm and the stormy weather died
After being so distressed and scared I thought I must've been in the sea of despair
But soon after I realized
It wasn't the sea of despair, but instead the sea of life
And I was still in it.
Samuel Alexander

I Wish

I wish that I could cry
My feelings I didn't deny and hide them so deep inside
Cry to let the whole world know
My heart is dying in the cold
I wish that I Could cry
I wish that I could cry

Why can't I forget how crying felt
The salty water upon my skin as I released the pain within
How it was for me to share my words of pain in all my tears
Even share my happy times now glad and sad are all inside
The memory of what crying used to be
Each and every day it tortures me
Why can't I forget how crying felt
Why can't I forget how crying felt

If only I hadn't wished my tears away
And became who I am todayWhy did it upset me so much
To cry everytime something hurt me... I was touched
My sadness must've made me blind to forget I need tears when times are kind
And now I have doomed myself to a life destroying feelings that should be felt
How could I have cursed myself like this?
If only I hadn't wished my tears away
If only I hadn't wished my tears away

I am yearning to cry again, three times again and then once more, release whatever it is I store
Yearning to stop using words and use tears
To use all my heart mind body and soul and cry till I can swim cross my emotional holes
Yearning to feel again that which once made me sad
Those little damp balls escaping from my eyes
It's funny how you don't miss something till it's long long gone
Still... I am yearning to cry again
I am yearning to cry again

It's funny how you don't miss something till you don't have it any more
It's funny how something that seemed so small could mean the world to me
I realize now it was a gift, I selfishly threw away
Not realizing that it would come back to haunt me another day

I wish I hadn't wished my tears away
I wish I didn't yearn to cry again
I wish I could forget how crying felt
I wish that I could cry
But I can't
Samuel Alexander

Rain--The Feeling

Rain is falling on my heart
Falling hard against my chest
Pounding down on my skin
Drowning me deep within
Crashing against my soul
Flooding my inner holes
Plummeting against my eyes
Hitting so hard I can't even cry
Rising all around me
Making me feel so sad and empty
I wish I had an umbrella
To stop the rain falling on my heart.
Samuel Alexander

I Am

I am what I am and I am what I be
Why can't anybody see that who really is me

They push and they shove and then say it's in love
And all the time never considered what's on my mind
They see what they want for me and never realize
I'm the only one that can see life through my eyes

They say I won't amount to anything
They're finding ways for me to reach my dreams
But never once do they encourage me to try and form my own way

Just once I'd like to have the choice of finding my own path
Even if the road I choose places me in last
At least I'll know that I can't blame no one but myself

I am what I am and I am what I be
But the only way that you can see
Is to simply let me be

Samuel Alexander

Just Once

Just once I'd like to have the chance to throw my life away
Just once I'd like for someone to listen to what I have to say
Stop trying to see what's best for me
Making me into what you want me to be
Pulling me by both arms until you split my world apart

Just once I'd like to have the chance to make a big mistake
Just once I'd like to have the chance to fall along the way
Maybe become a professional criminal, a hit man, bank robber, CIA agent
Living in a world of espionage, excitement and covert operations
Not knowing if I'd be the one on the reviving end of someone's gunshot
Or if my next museum heist will be the one that gets me life

It doesn't matter whether things are bad or good
Doesn't matter how they appear or seem
It's more about the choosing itself, about me being able to choose my own destiny

Freedom to figure things out for myself
I'm tired of everyone influencing me calling it help
So to all that are listening hear me now today
Just once I'd like to have the chance to throw my life away.

Sense

smiling,
breathing,
crying,
excited,
joyful,
loving,
hatefull,
up and down,
pastionate and stagnant,
voices in my head,
voices surrounding me,
they're here,
they're there,
they're everywhere and for this they try to 'pill me'...
all these things encompass an emotional me, a me with layers from sane to insanity...
my depth comes from my instability,
so leave my mind undrugged to sink into madness...
I'd rather be crazy than garden variety...
crazy... I feel --
crazy... i love --
crazy... i exeperience life in all dimensions...
so pill me not and let it be what it is, cause there'll always be some 'sane' in the midst of this in-san-ity
Samuel Alexander

Ode To Alcohol

Alcohol.... Alcohol.... Alcohol.... Alcohol
Mmmm.... Mmmm.... Mmmm
Nuff said.
Samuel Alexander

A Body Modification Story

"Burn them at the stake as witches."
That was the cry back in time to deal with people who were different
Trying to keep them all the same
Not much has changed
From the times of the holocaust to treating blacks as slaves

So... I"m sorry... you don't like me because I have a tattoo on my neck?
Well I don't like your nose but you don't see me complaining.
You cant be serious though
I'm a bad person because I have a cross on my arm?
I don't respect my body because my navel is pierced?
I can't get this job because love is written across my hand?
I don't judge you because you're tall and I'm short
What was on the outside didn't make the person back then and it still doesn't now
Discrimination is as discrimination does

You don't want me here because of what's on my skin then maybe I don't need to be here

You think I"m scumb because my eyebrow is jewled
But it's my decision... you choose not to and I choose to do
It's my skin, my canvas to do with as I choose
You dont have to like it or approve
But neither should you not allow me a normal exsistance
Just because of my body modifications

The tattoos on my arms, the artwork on my chest, the studs in my navel my nipples and ears
Don't hate cause I use my body as a form of artistic expression.
A way to channel my passions
To symbolise those I cared for
Friends lost and phrases of hope for me and maybe for others
I deserve my freedom to express myself and what better way to tell part of my story than to use the canvas life has given to me, and imprint my life or my passions within my own skin

Supposed the roles were different?
I was the norm and you were the freak
You don't have your navel pierced... we cant be friends
No body art of any kind... you cant work at this establishment
No piercings no tattoos.... I"m sorry but the world we live in isn't for you
What if you were on the other end of discrimination?
You without the body modifications
And we, those with, trying to modify you to be how we say you should be

So to all you discriminators and self rightous haters
"The bible says it's a sin," and the  "you don't have respect for you body " sayers
Now that the rolls have changed
We are the rule
And you, the clean canvased, are not modified the right way
Now that i'm in your shoes I'll say what you said to me
Burn them,
Burn them at the stake as witches.

Silence

I take a moment to stop and breathe
Time to channel my inner peace
Take me to a place where my mind can be free
A place where I can be calm
My soul at ease
I am searching for silence
That empty place where all things grow
New ideas and some of old
Finding places within me full of knowledge I didn't know I knew

So I'll empty myself and reassess
Or empty myself just to revisit
To ensure my mind and soul are one
I must reach my silince and linger a while to let what needs to flow back in do so unfiltered

But outside forces invade my silence
Noise in the form of violence and hate
Jealousy and evil
Backstabbers and Liers
Pretenders and disbelievers
All coming at me each and every way
Crowding my silence with their polution
Not allowing me to fill it with it's own growth solution

I've removed all my own noise
I've done my part
I've emptied my void so I can start the process of evaluating myself
But how can I do what i need when my silence is filled with invading activity

Silence is golden only if the world excepts your scilence and lets it be
So for silence to be golden we must destroy the noise
And to do that we can not remain silent
Samuel Alexander

Thought

If only I could lose my pain
And make it through the clouds and rain
Just fold it up all nice and tight
And through it out into the night
But supposed someone caught it
Would they now feel my emptiness
Would it take away their happiness

Well maybe I'll just store it and leave it for a rainy day
But when my days are dark and gloomy will all my pain come back to haunt me
Or will the pain I have at that time be the only pain that's on my mind

Maybe I'll just store it in a bottle and hide it in my closet
Maybe eventually I'll forget it
But after too many bottles are full and I go to open my closet door will they all fall out on top of me
Or will my closet grow more room as the pain inside me blooms

Maybe put it in a bottle and send it out to sea
Floating away with no destiny
But what about when the tide brings the bottles to shore and pain surrounds me evermore
Will I throw them back in the ocean or crush them with my empty emotion

Well I guess, somehow, someday
I'll know how to work my pain away
But until that day I'll just cry, cry, cry
My pain away
Samuel Alexander

Choice

You can help me, but you wont
I'm here needing a helping hand but all you do is bitch and complain
I'm tryn' to do the best that I can
Make the world I live in better first for my kids and second for me
But all my life you've let bad things happen

So here I am at the end
Strugling to survive but the only thing on your mind is...
Somtimes i just don't know, how so many people can be so cold
In this day and age we all need support
Fuck where have all the good people gone
Shit i'm tired of cryin cause no one will hire me
Tired of being alone cause no one wants to be with me
Tired of looking in an empty fridge
A woman on edge living day to day...
Taking whatever may come my way and I look to those who can help
Those in the position to give and save me if only for just a while
Feed my familly if only for just one night

Dumbass fathers with no sense of parenting
No connection to the seed they've planted
Cousins and aunts and other family
Always looking for escuses to turn the other way
Always finding ways to blame it on me
A goverment that helps all the dead beat moms with five baby daddies and a job
Giving them money to survive
Yet here i am just grasping on to life
Staring into my children's eyes, the love for them is my only will to survive

So again tonight as I realise everyone can help but chooses to deny me a chance to better myself and familly, and is content to treat me like the worms crawling in the sand under the soles of the shoes on your feet as you stomp down on my dreams....
I sit here again and cry

But I'll survive

I'll move on
I'll get the degree you said I couldn't
You may knock me down but I'll come back full force
Because of your chocies I've been batterd and used and mentally abused yet here I still stand
Above it all... and when I"m on top you'll say that's my daughter
That's my neice
I went school with her
I always knew she'd be something
Suddenly you'll want to be a part of the women that is me
When the only thing for me you ever did do
Was treat me like scumb
Look down on me
Abandon me
Think I was beneath you
Fuckn' fake wana be sponging of me assholes

Oh but don't worry
You will not get off easy
Forgivness shall not be yours
Claim me you will not
Cause I'll remember the broken, destroyed, dead, lost, insicure, suicidle heartless, cold, angry, bitter, shell of a woman you tried to make me
I'll rember the choices you made
The person you were then and still are now
I"ll feel it in the core of my soul that
You can help me but you wont
Samuel Alexander

Strength

This is it
It's all over
Too much...I'm done
Don't know how I got here but now that I'm here I know what must be done
What I must do to be free
I will no longer be a slave to the world
Will seperate my soul from its bindings to earth
I see the light at the end of my choice
I don't need an oracle to explain... I know which pill to take
The wizard can not help me there's no need to click my heels
This life has done it's last damage
It wont harm me anymore
Tonight it all will end
I filled the tub with water so it don't spill everywhere
Got all the tools I need to close me off to humanity
I take off my clothes and get in
I feel the metal against my wrist but my hand wont move
I try to apply pressure
Will my very essence into the act but still my skin remains intact
I am more terrified of going on than I am of staying
Terrified that when I'm gone nothing will be waiting
Is endless black worth more than the devestation and destruction life brings
The more I think 'yes' the more I want to leave and the harder it becomes to escape my agony
Though my heart wants to stop with all its might
I cant seem to take my life
You always think it's so easy
Gun in the mouth, hanging, and slices of wrists
But it takes extreem determinaition and much inner strength to bring ones own life to an end
I can no longer see them as weak now that I've been here and didn't have what it takes to leave this place
Now I realise and understand that killing someone else is easy
It takes much more strength to take ones own life
Samuel Alexander

Everybody But Me

Everybody's got somebody
Everybody but me
Everybody's got somebody to love
Everyody but me

Someone to hold when you're down
A person to create a smile from your frown

Someone to take a punch when you get mad
Someone to hit you back every chance they can
To argue with for no reason and to hate when times get bad

Someone to cry your tears when the world drags you under
Someone to fight your battles when you can handle them no longer
Someone to share your joy and the burdens of your pain
Be there to save your life when your drowning in the rain

To hold your soul in their hands and travel through the universe of the beautiful storm of loves creation, as you take their heart and together you join in an unexplained unity of something more than love, that breathes on mother nature's elixer and travels on the clouds of father time

Everybody has their one and only someone
Everybody but me
Samuel Alexander

So Wrong

I see you but you dont see me
Or maybe you do but can't admit it
Still you're designed for me
Almost the right height, complexion, and just short of the mark of love and conception
A little more morals than I like but it would keep me grounded where I am not
A voice that melts me and shapes me
A scent that envelopes me
We are joined together by uknown forces but not quite cause you dont see

You've got a boyfriend, grilfriend, both
I sigh and realise that you'll never be mine even though you are a perfectly designed peice to complete my puzzle and make the perfect art of my lifes brokeness

Then you come up to me when the other is gone and up close I realise there's more about you that misses the mark of my perfect love and yet... stilll... it makes me want you more, As we exchange numbers in a casual none hookup way just in case someone sees I realise I am just another number on your list
Digits with no name just a face that adds up to the perfect sum of one who can  be easily used and abused

They know they've got me but still I fall and sink into their bed the next night
I plunge full into love slave and I drown
This is one drowning I'll suffer through again... here in my bed
With all the things slightly off still to them I am drawn
Through the imperfections is a brilliant masterpiece that sucks me in and  bends me to their willl
You're perfect for me
We fit and join easily but it can never be
Cause I know when you look at me you don't see me
I'm just prey to your preditor
Samuel Alexander

Scent

Through my nose and through my body
It takes over... enticing
It tingles and travels through me sending me high
Moving me to levels uknown
My body almost thinks it's too much but it's always just right to make my passion rise
Nature rise
Dick rise
Almost orgasmic yet not quite there
Edging me on that point of almost no return
Just before the explosion
So close but yet so far
I can live in this space forever
Oh the places it sends me
The scent of you as you walk by
Samuel Alexander

Igor--Hurricane 2010

It's comming
I'm not scared... but prepared
Got my lamps, candles and flashlights
Yeah, I'm gon' be alright

Books to read should the power fail and food to eat if I feel the need
And can not leave
My home for a while

But something's missing
Something isn't right
As I sit here pondering into the night i realise... I'm alone

No one to hold
No one to love
Just here in solitude
Just me, and myself... to wait out the wild winds and rain
The thunder and lightning
I'll be by myself... alone... and cold

Storms remind me that I'm not loved by anyone because that's the time you want to cuddle up and feel that you will be safe
Wrapped in the arms of another
The warmth of two bodies laughing in the dark
Whispiering tales after the lights go out
In eachother's arms, together you breathe and everything will feel calm
You'll feel at rest and at ease as your hearts protect you from danger

But here I am
Just me
That's all
With no one to call that will just hold me
No one to call not wanting to make love?...Surely not they just want to fuck
All these numbers in my phone yet I have no one to call

Why is it always on stormy nights that I'm reminded what's wrong with my life

And though alone, my heart is full

Alone is never an empty void
Its space is filled with depression , self loathing, sadness, emotinal blindess and other morbid things that bring you to tears of silent dreams of becoming another being, worthy of someone's love and not the person you actually are
Not the person who can't seem to attract more than lust from anyone who dares enter the space you call alone
They just fill it up by becoming another truth of the object of desire that you are by far in comparison to the intended man of substance who's heart they should want to massage into higher states of love

I want to throw my phone out to sea
Star over
There must be someone out there for me

But try as I might I cant let these people go
Users
Abusers
Stealers of the aura of the part of me that could be loved
For each moment of lust the man I believe I am gets swallowed in all the things that make up the nothing I call alone

Still i keep them
I need them to feel alive
It's an ongoing conflict between my fear of being by myself and my need to feel loved even if it's only in my head

So... I shake my head and sigh
And wait for the storm to arive

This hurricane will come and go
And afterwards I'll still be here... I know
But another part of me will surely die
Because I will not survive the hurricane inside
Samuel Alexander

I Am Ready

Sometimes I wonder... Is it me
Is there something that I've done
In my past life... In this one
Or some evil future that will soon come to pass
What did i do to deserve what I have, or what i dont have

I'm ready to give my all
Depserate to hand over my will
At the point where nothing and anything could stop me from taking my own life if it would give me the chance to be the one in someone else's hands
An object of obsession and devotion and all the good and bad emotional avenues of expression that creates the sensation of love

There is nothing I wouldn't give
No act so hanious I wouldn't commit
No amount of self deprication I wouldn't subject myself to
No embarassment I wouldn't bare
I would relinquish all that makes me the person that I am
I would destroy the aura of what I've become and turn into a completely knew being if I knew for sure it would bring love to me

I'm ready to accept all that it is
The ugly and beautiful and comprise and the undifined places both in light and dark that love will take me
All I ask is that they are willing to do the same for me
I guess it's asking for too much to be loved
Maybe I should just stick with someone to love
Someone for me to throw my all into even if I dont get it back
But even that is denied to me
Love actively hides and runs when I come in its direction
Though I've prepared myself through the lonely nights and all the pain I've felt inside to be open for it to come in
In any form love should choose
In any place it should choose to appear
Whether through storm or light of day
I'm standing armed to recieve love right here... now... today

But alas... preparation clearly doesn't matter
And I fear I'll be alone here and the here-after
But I know I'd win it over if it slowed down only just enough to at me look
Cause then it would surely see
That I am ready for love
Samuel Alexander

Meet Me

Will you meet me in the middle
At the end of where we begin
When yesterday and today are one
At the space where here and now becomes after
Where the end of heartache meets it's mend
At the point just between emotion and crying
Will you meet me at the transition between where I was and where I am
At the small place between contentment and devistation
When self doubt ends just before inner strength steps in
At that split second in time when winter meets spring
Where the robin gets it's inspiriation just before it sings
At the moment before sunshine turns to gray and falling leaves
Will you be there at the transformation between sleep and awake
At the moment just when a moving path becomes a dead end
When the terminoligy of drop turns into fall
At the turning point of where we are - the space of change from where we've been
When time hits the space when it moves from like to love
At the void between journeying and the start of the end
Will you meet me at the place between awearness and a dream
At the moement in time before left and right becomes between
When sound and silence meet
At the point when closing turns to shut
When night disapears before the start of day
At the space when a hug turns into loves embrace
When you become me just as I become you
At that sudden change from love to hate
Will you meet me in the middle when you and I became us
At the place where our love began and live in the moment before start is end


Samuel Alexander

Really

Live is evil backwards and live is to be alive, so what does that mean, seem, oppose, suppose, whatever's clever to endever in this world it is what it is -- even when it isn't it changes like blue skies turn to night... you thought I'd say cloudy but there's more to change than just the obvious routes and ways to say and comprehand the knowledge that is power and weakness -- all in the same wondering who to blame for the insain that's really okay, not certifiable so our denial of insanity is really acceptance of all the things that dreams are made of... conceptual intillectual, directional, infection always somewhere around nowhere... inbetween there and here, not being anything tangible yet in my hands I can feel it though it simultaniously slips through my fingers like water -- I shoulda coulda never thoughta ways to make it be more than what it's not, while being what it is -- isn't it that while still being this? oh yeah, ah huh, mm hmm and just enough of every nothing when up is down, but down is in the center, a vortex so complex it distracts from the fact that everything is every-seems and together yet apart and switched around so there is no singular meaning for everything even though there is... nothing is the something of the empty space that is full and it comes right back to the thought at hand... Live is evil backwards and live is to be alive so maybe life is evil and living is sinful, whatever I suppose, I don't know, but I do... yeah I do
Samuel Alexander

To Chocolate With Love

I sit here and think of how I feel
Mind's a pace heart's a racin' or should that be the other way around
But that's how you get me, all confounded and confused, and loose in speach yet clear of mind as time travels through me while I travel through it, to a place of halucinatory sinful acts that enact a story so complex a love that could never be matched, a celebration of a union so beautiful and amazingly great, as we partake of eachother, how you feel against my lips, in my finger tips this is, never a hit or mis it's a hit hit breathe it in and back again, let it grow while it flows into oceans, who knows, where it's goin where you'll take me no make me or break me just create me, in a love only for you the things that you make me do the laughter you bring, the emotions you send between the oceans on a love barge of new and inventive ideas how things suddenly apear, life could never be better than when the two of us are together forever we never thought we'd ever have each other but now, I got you and you got me lover, I swear I could never love no other, Mary Jane, MJ, marijuana we are lovers, you and I
Samuel Alexander

Life As A Movie

Life sucks ass... no orgasms involved
It moves from one tragedy to the next like a good movie dissolve, with a rippling effect as the next scene moves from the back to the forefront... fooling us into believing the next act will be better 'cause we are lost in the space of the fade-in, then find ourselves anticipating the next fade-out
But instead... get a sudden cut -- giving the cinematic experience a confusing pace
Too many jerky pans and misuse of steady-cam when it should be handheld to give it a more natural feel
Unsure if these reels hold the film of a movie or a series and before it can be figured out... there's another choppy cut and a zoom-in to the brilliant enactment of your awful existence
No cuts -- just endless streaming of horror that you can't turn away from, then...
A sudden zoom out to poor focus
The screen is hazy and unclear
Your acting can't be seen, only a text that says 'good times' and as quickly as it came... it's gone
The good times got little screenplay... were out of focus
And after this final transition the quality is digitally enhanced to perfection and there you are, filmed in your best close-up -- in an orgasmicless life-sucking-ass situation
Back where you started in artsy -beginning is the end- scene
Freeze-frame
     Roll credits
          This movie's done

"Who edited this shit" and you realise you were the one...

Now ain't that a bitch.
Samuel Alexander

Flying

I woke up this morning feeling like I could fly
Feel the air on my face as through the clouds I rise
Flapping my wings propelling to new heights
Hear the whistling of the wind... I continue to climb
With the lift beneath my wings I level, spread them far and glide
Over mountains and oceans surveying the beauty of life
In the wonder and art of the sprinkled evening sky
Overhead looking down as across the lake the moon shines
Sparkling and shimmering on ripples through the night
The magnificent splendor passing the horizon at sunrise
Flying through the rainbow after rain leaves the sky
And soaring through clouds scattered cross blue skies
Breathing the free air as I continue my flight
The soothing colors as I beat while the sun rest its eyes
I woke up this morning feeling like I could fly

It's All In The Mind

I’m feeling depressed but it's all in my mind
So my mind is depressed so does that mean that I...
Am not -- could it be that it isn't what it seems
Could there more to what I see than what I feel… hear… or believe

If it's all in the mind than is everything really something else
If happiness is a state of mind then what happens if to everything this rule is applied
If life is what you make it then what happens if all things are governed by this statement
Hmmm... I wonder

So if everything is what I make it then nothing is what it is
The intense emotion felt when a mother first looks in her newborn’s eyes, when giving this rule could equally be none existent, since it’s all in the mind
The connection you feel to your friends and loved ones is merely phrases on the wind, since its all in the mind
The heartache we feel at the loss of one close to us
The pain we feel at the betrayal from a lover
The anger we feel when someone does us wrong and the weariness and struggle of weathering life’s storm
Are merely just words and empty expressions
Because… if applying the rule ‘it's all what we make it’ it becomes clear all of these things aren’t real… don't exist

We always say these phrases when times are down, but if everything lives according to these expressions, then everything in life is solely of our own artistry
All of our emotions become null and void because it's all in our minds… it's all what we make it so nothing is tangible
Nothing can be held in our grasp because if it is all of our own design, then it all amounts to nothing
Just stuff on top of stuff that we create to make our days go by so that we can feel better
So the happy people can feel better by telling you life’s what you make of it without ever considering the reverse can be said of their contentment

So if this rule applies to everything then all of life’s experiences can be molded and changed
Are lucid and fluid and every and anything amounts to a lack of solidity
It's all just stuff floating around waiting for us to take an ‘it's all in our minds’ stance and change it
So I’m feeling depressed but its all in mind my mind
So my mind is telling me I'm nothing

Ratings are Overrated

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