tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84011522878696882872023-06-20T05:30:37.783-07:00Happiness In SlaveryHicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-33724933277813223472012-05-11T13:47:00.001-07:002012-05-11T13:47:49.531-07:00untitled<div style="text-align: center;">
The old man wanders into this room, a windowless </div>
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room, full of ghost of his past he is angry this</div>
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old man, full of seething for all his brothers and sisters.</div>
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full of the hate is his own gray blue heart. all</div>
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the regrets stockpiled before his eyes, blinding his</div>
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minds' eye to all the wonders and colors and beauties</div>
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of the world that surrounds him. if i can not feel</div>
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the love neither can they he whispers into the darkness.</div>
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i will make them pay he whispers to his own aloneness,</div>
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and then another whispered voice breaks his muted concentration.</div>
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against his own will his eyes break their silence and</div>
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slowly begin to blossom. for the first time he notices</div>
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the light coming from the window, illuminating a door</div>
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in front of which stands a young girl.</div>
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thin, even frail, she looks at him with a defiance</div>
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he just can not place. she says nothing and yet the old</div>
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man feels an aching in his fortitude. his eyes</div>
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open a bit more and blues and greens and yellows appear</div>
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dancingly across his consciousness. she is beautiful?</div>
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his mind questions... her skin is fair. her green </div>
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eyes pierce his defiance, his purpose. hope she</div>
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whispers in her enchantress' voice. hope, his mind</div>
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absorbs... is this her name he wonders. he hears</div>
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for the first time, the expressions of the fabric</div>
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of her dress in motion. she approaches slowly, delicately.</div>
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no, hope is her message. at this thought her emotionless</div>
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face softens, subtly, the hint of a smile</div>
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appears, bringing her intelligent </div>
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features into this new born spectrum of his light.</div>
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my god you are beautiful he says aloud for the</div>
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first time. hope stiffens slightly but does</div>
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not break her stride. the monster inside him</div>
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rages as she reaches tenderly for his hand.</div>
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you can not touch this beastly child his mind</div>
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screams. and then silence. a warm breeze rustles</div>
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the old mans hair. lightly, pensively he opens that</div>
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last eye, looking down at hope in her utter brilliance.</div>
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her hand is in his and there is no room. hand in hand</div>
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they stand together in this field of oneness, together. a</div>
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young girl named hope, and a new man.</div>
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8*6*11</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-59890773117536183712012-05-11T13:29:00.001-07:002012-05-11T13:29:44.448-07:00stick figure of a man<div style="text-align: center;">
why the fuck do i exist?</div>
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what the fuck is the point?</div>
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i can't change anything at all.</div>
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just here to give the machine its' fuel.</div>
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just here to sit and stare and laugh and drool.</div>
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here to help others you say?</div>
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help them do what?</div>
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what the fuck is the point?</div>
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i don't deserve this fucking life.</div>
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i don't deserve these fucking friends.</div>
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i am just careless inception.</div>
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i am a laughable ruse.</div>
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i am fucking nothing and nothing is what i deserve.</div>
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this is why i am always alone.</div>
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this is why i will always be alone.</div>
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so what the fuck is the point?</div>
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stick figure of a so called fucking man.</div>
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what the fuck is the point.</div>
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i'll rot like the rest, i am no different.</div>
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same bullshit outer-shell with a fucked up mind to boot.</div>
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watch it all fall apart?</div>
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watch it all fall apart.</div>
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this is the fucking point. </div>
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this is why i'm fucking here.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-12838953450914807172012-05-11T12:59:00.001-07:002012-05-11T13:00:11.669-07:0035<div style="text-align: center;">
35</div>
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35 revolutions around the sun.</div>
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everyday closer to the "one".</div>
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inhibitions fall ceaselessly from this vessel,</div>
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the lies seem more & more inconsequential,</div>
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the pride & ignorance seem more & more the illusion.</div>
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the filter is becoming microbial,</div>
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objective, & indifferent. only the the love is seeping</div>
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though. like a fine... high grade life.</div>
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thanks are in order for so many that it's hard to count.</div>
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the learning process...</div>
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the living process...</div>
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the ever spiraling cylindrical experience,</div>
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filling this wondrous life.</div>
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i could not be more fortunate, or loved.</div>
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i could not be more thankful for this so called intelligence.</div>
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the darkness comes and then it goes.</div>
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i know without the darkness, there could never </div>
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be such bright light, and instead of the never,</div>
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there is only the ever.</div>
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2*9*11</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-53155542209439555712012-02-28T00:16:00.000-08:002012-02-28T00:16:51.338-08:00Survival<div class="p1"> </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Survival</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And a whisper told me watch out</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The devil comes in the prettiest of masks.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Greed is confused with need in America.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Confusion is sought, taught, bought, and sold</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Without a care in the world.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I’ve found (and been around a bit) that </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Evil thrives at church.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Does God forgive ignorance,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">When one knows they are ignorant?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Or is that stupidity?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Because I know that God doesn’t forgive that…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet who am I to perceive what God thinks?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I know he hates me, fore I have been </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Really stupid.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(HaHa (= )</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I, myself, am not ignorant, yet I’ve been caught up</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">In such a mess of crazy lies these </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">People call reality, well, it</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Makes me question if I even exist at all.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">How can I be true to God, when truth is the anti-Christ to the people?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">People want perfection, not nature,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">We’ve actually managed to make nature, natural things…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Illegal…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">We see it though.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My friends I’ve never run across see</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It. Beyond the philosophers,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">There’s this eras musicians,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Philosophy to music.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And goddamn I love it!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">All my close personal friends,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’ve felt my graceful madness.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fore grace really is the essence of all</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Beauty in this reality;</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">From pimping hoes,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To the perfect trajectory on</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The mortar fired at your enemy,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To the suicide squeeze play,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To a hummingbird hovering nimbly upon</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A flower of pink & gold & violet</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Which sways gently to the wind as</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A memory of a past love</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Rolls whispering through </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">That field of knowledge.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Or maybe just a peaceful moment…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It feels good to purge on grace, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But I do everything that I can</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To remember that love is the answer.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It’s slowly being shunned from our society,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Sadly,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And they wonder why it is hard for me to smile…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But keep in mind, this is to the reader, whoever</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">He or she may be.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I have a goal, that goal is love.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Love plus Intelligence equals Freedom,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Love plus Greed equals what we have now.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Ha! And I’m so alone in this mess they call reality.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And that is why I love hope.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">.000000000000000001% </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">of hope</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">is all that I need.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">That little good to prevail over all of this evil,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">No, not prevail; to survive…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Truth is micro-secondly losing the battle.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet God is truth…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And I am, me.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It is good to know truth,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">In the end.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Stupidity makes me lift my eyes…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But so does laughter,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Why? Why!</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-69086008976221097512012-02-28T00:10:00.000-08:002012-02-28T00:10:10.062-08:00Sickness in Health<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Sickness in Health</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I have this sick feeling of health,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A disorientation and helplessness that does not feel quite…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Wrong.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I look back into her eyes,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Straining to break away from the daunting clarity of the moment.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">She smiles blankly with a complete lack of a guilt-ridden thought entertaining this new movement; this burrowing of an instant.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The rouge of Hopes’ cheeks swell seasonally with meek bewilderment and loving, dyslexic cause.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I thought that our likeness of stature could conclude a so rare likeness of mind, yet this ever doubting thought process has all but counted you out to the fore. So sad to see the beauty of the butterfly so effortlessly extinguished by the surreality of the fire. How many like you will fail before the minds’ eye? Surely you soul has used so many bodies as to find it trivial at your content for the material madness. The un-conscience mind unites us all in the simply complex terror of the thunderstorm. Why do you not come out of the rain? Why do you not find the sleepy night so much more peaceful? When will the thunder soothe and relax and make modest your willingness to believe in the evidence of the cycle? The frailness of the shell is an allusion to breaking. The blind-less eye evokes the near impossibility of immortality. This is nothing shocking! We are all invited to the glamour-less grounds of nirvana. All you must do is accept and see. Put down your plastic gold, stop drugging your children, hear the cries, legit the lies, and confiscate the surreality. One god, one conscience mind, one religion for us all, peace is the vision and karma will see to the destiny. The window is now open and the warm breeze of wisdom floods light and sense and unity. The energy is a cycled circle; the reality is sad, and unsought.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-82400639321305466882012-02-28T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-28T00:00:02.175-08:00Wondering Parasite<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Wondering Parasite</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So many pages of red to fill up</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So little time I guess I pass.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">For the cause of existence,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">For the wealth of silent commentary.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Thanks Lennon.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Who’d a thought one</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Aquarius/Dragon would be a</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Walrus too?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">More they before I?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I am what I am…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Watching, listening.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I am the parasite, seeing, feeling,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Knowing that it could conquer,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet thinking that it shouldn’t,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Thinking the image too violent,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Too lacking of sense.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">For it is beside itself, looking in,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Feeling the parasite was a </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Case of bad teaching, of rotten truth…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">One wonders what could be if all that was taught from birth were truth.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">One wonders…</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-77562762229077165312012-02-27T23:56:00.000-08:002012-02-27T23:56:10.234-08:00Silver Sliver<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Silver Sliver</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(pale blue eyes)</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And he wondered sadly in his head…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">“Does she feel more free now, or does this empty space consume her as well?”</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">No more hope of a union, no more faith in a destiny withheld, a shared life to come.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">“I gave her up ,” he thought, “I gave her up for her.”</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">She, a trophy of a youth; beautiful and brilliant, strong and well adjusted, able to over come everything and all, including him.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">This is what he had always known. After eight years of hard wired courtship he had finally harvested the courage to leave her to her own devices.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Sure, the depression would set in for him, yet this is what he was saving her from. Always the depression, the depression of now, the depression that he was now drowning in, sinking to the bottom, without her.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Distraction was all that he had anymore. Anything to keep her face out of his mind. A willingness to make believe that it would all be better now, if not for him, then definitely for her, for those pale blue eyes. He hated television, yet now that was all that consumed his life; the sports, the dramas, the comedies, he engulfed them all, the hardships and pain, the tragedies and betrayals, even the friendships and love.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And so the hole grew deeper, darker, more constricting and delusional.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-9103719117905654622012-02-27T23:49:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:49:42.737-08:00Thank God<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Thank God</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Hey God, I know why you’re doing this </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To me, because I asked for it, I begged</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To be here, but I think I was mistaken,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I don’t think that I can help these people,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And it’s all very simple as to why. They </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">All think they have it all figured out,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Each individual all caught up in their </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Own selfish, so called independent little worlds.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’ve all lost sight of truth and love, God.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I don’t necessarily blame them though, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’ve been horribly conditioned</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To believe this cluster-fuck of madness</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Is the way it is supposed to be, but God,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I’m going crazy.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It seems my effect upon this species is </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Like shooting a water gun at the moon.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Very few care, and even fewer listen,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Because they have it all figured out.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Can’t you somehow give them some sign,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Some clue as to let them know that</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><i>You</i> don’t even have it all figured out?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It’s so hard to believe the evil has </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Consumed them all so completely. Greed</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Has this species by the throat, and it </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Makes me wonder if they ever deserved</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Conscience-ness to begin with, but that was</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Your call, and I am glad for that call, because</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">There really is so much beauty…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The Greed is just so strong and resistant to the</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Truth, and I don’t know what else to do.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I know I am failing you and for that I apologize,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But I’m not finished quite yet, and you</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Know I’ll fight to my death, it’s just</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Seeming a bit impossible to me right now…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The hate is just too overwhelming,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The Greed too thick, their eyes too blind…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I’m sorry God, I’m sure you are tired of the</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Whining and bitching…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Rest assured there’s</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">At least one good soul left willing to fight.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-68129949646099825192012-02-27T23:45:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:45:43.519-08:00Soulless Eyes<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Soulless Eyes</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(What makes you the enemy)</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Chloroform dreams;</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The sadist illusion…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">There is a gray concrete gate called</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Cataract licking each eye…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Each of your soulless eyes.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">There is no boundary to your vanity.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Your youthful pride, glares like your television,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Pressing advertisements for useless nothings.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">This is your life.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">This is your insanity,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And this is what makes you the enemy.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-75731043320719611032012-02-27T23:43:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:43:46.352-08:00Licorice<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Licorice</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(a moment in time)</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">why bother, what the fuck is the point?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Had a bad day, woke up pisses off, made it to work pissed off, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Got pissed off at work, got out of work pissed off,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Made it home pissed off.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet, now I feel fine, fine and dandy,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fine like candy. No not candy.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Not Candice, or even Candace,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Let’s call it licorice.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Not the black, that shit is nasty, but the red is tasty.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Right now I feel a bit tasty in this exact moment in time.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And now that the moments over I don’t feel anything.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I don’t feel like being pissed off anymore,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I don’t feel like feeling like licorice any longer.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Nothing sweet,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And nothing notorious.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Something somber but sublime.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Not a food, but maybe a moment… Maybe a book,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">No, not Bukowski, not Blake, not Rice, not Joyce…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I think maybe a c.d.,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Not Weezer, not Modest Mouse, not Cold War Kids,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">How about maybe,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yah, Let go with VDub.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(tribute to Vampire Weekend)</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">1-7-9</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-81560389795536608872012-02-27T23:41:00.000-08:002012-02-27T23:41:19.646-08:00Curses<div class="p1"> </div><div class="p1"> </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Curses</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A new part of me for all.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I wish that I could show her how I give myself away,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Every single day, in so many ways.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I reach for the positive now,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fore my negative is memorized and properly stored away.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">She is positive to me in her own negligent way,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Ignorant and proud,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet determined to bewilder.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I am one to submit when struck with awe, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And so I’ve submitted to one who, most likely,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Looks at me as a game, yet she still intrigues me,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So I will play her game, for better or for worse.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I was cursed for enlightenment, now I want to share my curse with the world,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And I see the light in her eyes, especially during cases of frustration and flat out anger.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet how divine she truly is, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">and the divinity of it is her ignorance of how divine she truly is.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Such a perfect circle, circling perfectly around my soul.</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-33188773699309468052012-02-27T23:39:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:39:20.331-08:00Selfish Unity<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Selfish Unity</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My first serious thought of murder…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And somehow, it doesn’t feel…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Wrong.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I heard the ignorant rage.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I heard the childish scorn of one so blind…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">What is more torturing, than the torture of the most priceless aspect of ones’ existence?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I hear the stress destroy her,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I feel the helplessness of her situation,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And I know the endless depths of her compassion…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My love for this being surpasses any love that I have ever known.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My blood boils, my soul aches, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My uselessness reeks.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Only one thing is eminent,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Only one goal constantly frequents my wandering mind,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Endlessly frequenting my wandering mind;</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Unity, oneness, rescue,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">For the both of us…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">1998</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-91843463882473004182012-02-27T23:37:00.000-08:002012-02-27T23:37:21.902-08:00To All The Haters<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">To All the Haters</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yah.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fuck your short memories,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And fuck all you clones</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fuck this dysfunctional</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Society of bones.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fuck all you assholes</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Who manipulate the youth,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fuck all the markets</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">That paralyze the truth,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Most of all fuck the politics</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">That make us slaves for the day,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Fuck the pieces of shit,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">That make it this way.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Your vanity consumes you,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And fuck that shit too,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And I hope that you hate me,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">You know what? Fuck you!</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Because I am the wolf</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Slying closer to your fire</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I am the Truth,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Better find a gun to hire</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">‘Cus ill bring you down</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">if you fuck around and let me live</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I care nothing for myself,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I’ve only truth to give</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And if you can not take that</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Then go fuck yourself,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Look around for the bullets,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Take the gun off the shelf,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Put that shit against your forehead,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But make sure your back’s against the wall</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">And pull the trigger completely</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Paint a portrait for us all.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">1224a</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">7/14/4</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-37442535217984382022012-02-27T23:35:00.000-08:002012-02-27T23:35:17.660-08:00Philanthropy Denied<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Philanthropy Denied</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Insecurity included,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">No receipt necessary, 100% satisfaction guaranteed,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Heaps of ashes, still smoldering,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Smelling of a flawed soul.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Such an intense fascination,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Forged, fickle, foretelling,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Every inch of an aura erect in its brilliance,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Disturbing, boring, infantile, ill-tempered.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I describe a harrowed existence.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Philanthropy denied,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"> Benevolence negated.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Such desolate gloom and ominous intentions,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Enveloped in the pain of never knowing.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Un-evolved,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Relentless, I am plain,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">(in pain)</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">average, common, ordinary.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">My thoughts of rage and surrealism are vain and obscure.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Thoughts of sadness implore.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Non-forgivingly?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Defiled.</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-18672641298424901472012-02-27T23:33:00.000-08:002012-02-27T23:33:10.241-08:00Suffering Self Drama<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Suffering Self-Drama</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Such determination not to be determined.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Could there possibly be a more suitable muse?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I think not and care not for an answer,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">She keeps me guessing with the greatest of ease…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">If there wasn’t a glimmer of hope it</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Would almost be pathetic,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet how it is , is how it seems to be,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Pathetic to some perhaps, yet horribly</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Entrancing to myself.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">If I thought that I ever had her, I would</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Say I am losing her, no matter how</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Enthralled I may be, but as it</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Is, I have no idea whether I had, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Have, or will ever have her.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">It’s pretty much the same as the beginning; a</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Vast indifference. Most of the time I </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Feel I’m just a tool for her boredom,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet other times, just every once in a while,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I swear I sense genuine</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Affection. I don’t know if it is my</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Longing imagination, or non-fiction, but</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I do know it is exhilarating, <i>and</i> exhausting.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Exhausting because I am so left in the dark,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But I guess I could prefer that to what possible</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Light could come…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">What dramatized insanity I suffer…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">6/30/4</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">11:30pm</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-6865890850928986782012-02-27T23:30:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:30:48.940-08:00So Are You<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So Are You</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I float anonymously along,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Enslaved to a sight,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Suspended in a little bubble in time called clarity.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I see the chaos of the world around me;</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">I see the desperation of the ones who know not yet that they are desperate.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They rape and pillage still…</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Incessantly ignorant.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">These little problems,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’re not yours,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’re mine.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Problem is, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Your problems aren’t problems at all,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">They’re innecessarities, </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet then again,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So are you.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">So what will you do to alleviate the situation?</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">You could try burrowing in yourself,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Deep within yourself,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Digging through the pain and blame to discover the root.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Conscience-ness didn’t start in any garden,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">But it did start.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">When you discover that start,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">You’ll see the beginnings of the problems that now consume us,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">As you consume one another.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Tread the downward spiral,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Do not stop when you think you know,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Always keep our minds’ eye open.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">You will know when you know;</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The signs never end.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">4/4/2002</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-77977723153074339812012-02-27T23:28:00.002-08:002012-02-27T23:28:44.103-08:00A Loose Interpretation Of Ones' Undoing<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A Loose Interpretation of Ones Undoing</div><div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Ouch. I wish my brow hurt.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Instead, only tortured kidneys, bruised and battered.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Pain filled self-destruction.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The mind is online, the realization on a path.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Yet the body falters (has been faltering).</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Pain filled self-destruction.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">Ouch. I wish my brow hurt. </div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A tender throat inflicts,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">A winded lung decrees,</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">The other, silent with worry.</div><div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">05/1999</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-86986831387022589302012-02-01T21:55:00.000-08:002012-02-01T21:55:11.314-08:00Expected Failure<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Expected Failure</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">You don’t have to yell for me,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am here,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Watching, hearing,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Taking it all in.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The bugs have begun to bite,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet it is all good,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I expected as much,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And I’m as good as ever,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Good to go, ever going,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Ever intrigued by the social demeanor.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">What ever the fuck that is…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Oh yes,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The lack of confidence through truth.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Instead you invent confidence through the mirror,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Ever reaching for something that </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Couldn’t exist without propaganda.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Truth has no propaganda,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It… just is, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Like us, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Swirling around the madness,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Reaching for that ever elusive counterpoint,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Reaching for that ever confounded passion.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Coral is my first physical</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Confrontation with the truth.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">My first passionate cry for togetherness.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I expect failure,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet every experience without</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Leaves me hinting of ecstasy,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Of me thinking she could be worth it.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Then there is truth tapping me on the shoulder,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Living my life,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Telling me she could be the one,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Not the only one if she chooses not,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But the first of a new light of intellectuals;</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">They thought I had let them go,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And so they left,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">To the left,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Ever-directional.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">'03</div><div><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-15471931696492866122012-02-01T14:16:00.000-08:002012-02-01T14:16:23.697-08:00Elementary<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Elementary</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I guess the hope, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">For the whole,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Would be technology.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">People just need to </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Lay off the pornography</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And look to sites of interest</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Beyond themselves.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It’s funny,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’ve spent a great deal of time hating what I was</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And now I love the world for the whole of it,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet people that love and obsess about themselves, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Care nothing of the now, other people, or the planet itself.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I guess it’s too much to think about</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">As elementary as it is to me.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It’s no wonder that I am lost.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">'06</div><div><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-39720839445824610082012-02-01T14:12:00.000-08:002012-02-01T14:12:27.034-08:00...and the smoke drifted so lazily<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And the Smoke drifted so Lazily</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I bang my head bloodily against the wall.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Decisive, and oriented again.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Bam!</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Flesh flies with authority,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The pain rips and freshens disdained reality.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It’s constitution, ethics,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And responsibility,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Warped through agony,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And self-disapproving likeness.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The elder side of me destroyed,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Versus experience, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Just another, vengeful, hating one.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">There is no escaping…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">As smoke drifts and falls,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I soon do follow.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">05/1998</div><div><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-22263926329448557652012-02-01T14:06:00.000-08:002012-02-01T14:06:08.727-08:00Reclusive Intent<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Reclusive Intent</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The torture doesn’t seem as extreme these days…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Opportunities rise and fall, like clock-work, before me.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I understand the realization, not feeling the pain, but being one with it.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Mental strife is the key to destroying basic mediocrity,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The essence of the spirit divided tolerantly, evasively equal.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am still the recluse, the lonely wanderer, the common waif.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet I am more content than recent memory serves me…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I long for the coldness of intent.</div><div><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-86913357571839240922012-02-01T13:56:00.001-08:002012-02-01T13:57:10.556-08:00Stoic<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Stoic</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I really don’t mind.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I just wish that the others wouldn’t mind either,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Because when it hits me that it’ll never change,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It hits hard,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And there’s the claustrophobic rain of sadness.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am no longer in love with my sadness,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’d actually venture to say that it is real close to annoying me.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Worse than the period, it hits twice a week,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Sometimes twice every three weeks when luck is on ones side.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In any case,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I don’t mind your smiling faces,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I still love you all,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’m just searching intently for a point,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Without a point I am lost.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I dislike being lost, confused, or in error.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So I am stoic;</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Waiting for the hour of lamenting to pass,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And please keep in mind, </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I do not fret for myself,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It’s the hopelessness of the future of our species that engulfs me with desuetude.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">(misforgiving)</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I know that I am nothing in a world of individuals who all think they are special.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">My condemning point is that every single one of us are beyond special,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Beyond our own fragile vessel.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Every human is capable of the conscience decision of love over hate,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet most don’t follow that decision to the very end of the path.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">They stray like sheep, engulfing like the same.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I wish that I could help but my brain spits a thousand thoughts at me and my hand has to choose words, and write them.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Three words later I’ve thought six thousand thoughts.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Welcome to my world.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Humans are not by nature socialist beings,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">They’re more like the wolf, forever roaming (when free) in packs.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">If I am human, where is my pack?</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> I know that I am human simply because I wonder,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Too much it seems, for it is killing me,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet I suppose the ignorant die as well.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I think of the world we could have if all freed themselves from their selves.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Brightness and Tranquility.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet I am here, alone, struggling to keep myself awake;</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Alive.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">2002</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-55109726337015480102011-12-26T09:38:00.001-08:002011-12-26T09:38:35.723-08:00Awareness<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Awareness</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’m starting to feel more</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And more the alien</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And I wonder what took so long,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Because I am glad in here,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Like this,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But I am quite alone</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And unfortunately for me</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Loneliness is not a trend.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I have a hankering for</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Life and all it has to offer,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Not just the mediocre norm,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But more,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">All of it,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Every morsel,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Every wavelength…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am the sophisticated wolf yet</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I feel sorry for the sheep</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And so my appetite is spoiled</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And I find myself constantly bored.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I worry, then wonder,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Then I wonder why I worry.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am objective like the compass</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And the constellations,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’m the overwhelming adverb,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’m the doorbell and the question mark…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">When I am down I’m my realist,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">When I am up the world is an</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Indescribable beauty.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">(and I like to describe things)</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am the phoenix incinerated</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And wiser, reborn and</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Refreshed yet ever aware.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am lost in the sanctity of life</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And every direction they seem to point me</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In leads to the evil…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So I just float,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I adhere to the moment,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I bathe in the glory that is this,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And I never forget the poor little sheep.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I will <i>never</i> forget the lost little sheep.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I know that their Shepard is </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Really the butcher,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Cleverly masked</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In the innocence of the Machine,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But I’ve witnessed the greed,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">That oh so fatal flaw,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And once I figure out how to destroy the butcher…</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I will.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">7/6/4</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Hicksfilosopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02485089862201978436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401152287869688287.post-60581131783322674392011-12-17T16:00:00.000-08:002011-12-17T16:00:15.561-08:00Not Distracted<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Not Distracted</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Point.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I lost the way of humanity through reason.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’m still breathing,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I think that I’m still alive,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But it’s hard to tell in the distraction </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Of hundreds of thousands of you's,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">All them their own individual strain of chaos,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Explosively depreciating our species</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In the name of its own disintegrating presence.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I’ll fade like the </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Dawn and sunset,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Yet these questions will always be asked,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In many fashions of the way.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Why?</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Truth.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Why?</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Well, If I wanted my own disillusion,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I would have been a heroine addict,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">But the here and now of the presence that is me</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Said you are a fake.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">You can not distract me you fucker of humanity,</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">I am immune from your concentrated conception of ignorance.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Counterpoint.</div><div><br />
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