The World As It is

Nights like these that make me comin back for more,
the things i once liked is now becoming a chore.
Always wanting never ending.
Always hunting, always spending.
The things that spark and crackle at night.
The summer nights the sun is bright.
To find oneself inside oneself
never begins with wealth or personal health.
Well being and things that im seeing are always agreeing to the meaning
of this and that and things that might.

Where they going? Time will tell.
Only growing themselves to hell.
Dont exist the up or down,

The troubled kids. The ebay bids.
The failed president.
Maybe the present can't
tell which way the world is heading.
It rains ash, let's go sledding.
The fucked up children they concieved
that went nowhere, they recieved
the fact no one belived
in itself and through it all,
percieved by wealth, empty hall.

People get scared ,overprotective
they're weak; nature is selective.
Marijuana illegal, tobbacco legal.
Drugs confiscated, homes desacrated.
Police brutality, face the reality.
Religous outbreaks, studio outtakes.
Medicare torture, forsest scorcher.
Twin Tower, possible lie.
What a country, for tons of gold, families die.
Rich kids at the City Marina, lack the pity for victims of Katrina,
too damn busy and its just news.
People point fingers and they accuse,
the reason they shot the school was the abuse.
A war for the black gold,
while flood plain homes gather mold.
They're "thinking about the future, about tommorow"
Which nation? This one is drowned with sorrow.
Personal wealth, not nationwide health.
Kid still miss shots and lost in lots.
Feeding the world misery till it rots.
Untold problems to fast food chains.
"Leading nation" with medical pains.
The homeless man lies in the rain.
The yuppie cries over lost trip to Maine.
"Top story fellow tax payer!"
Missing in action, Ozone Layer.
"Fuck honey were missing Buffy the Vampire Slayer"
Corruption has spread. The world will be dead.
Nothing left but post-mortem hate.
To one another, skeptics: wait.
Epidemics of kinds and sorts.
Pathetic reasons for trips to Courts.
World has changed, wasn't arranged.
The worst hasn't come or shown its face.
50 years from now, stricted like mace.

Who's the saying.
Who'se this layin.
Obvious shit that lacks reason.
Oh, sorry Bush, is that treason?
To carry scissors in the school.
Dangerous weapons? Daily tools.
Suspended for being offended.
Emotional damage that "Cannot be mended, what was started cannot be
ended"

I'm just sane, the worlds insane, dried and drained,
feel no pain, poisended candy cane. Thanks Santa! Religous
figure straighten the letters you got Satan!
What went wrong? Ping no pong.
Sing me song. So tired,
so tired of typing this.


The world.
Overparanoid. Protective.
I'm a get-high enthusiast, part time detective.
Chilled out in the rainy day wishing that the world ain't this way.
But I don't give a shit or a goddamn fuck.
But it's your fuck fault that this world will be over.
Your kids 35, "Daddy, Whats a 3 leave clover?"






2        these nights

the nights return as the light may burn the thought my delight i learn but for the moment its no concern
the nights come back and the pack through pack i wonder why i do this and due to the sleep i miss i continue to relax and wonder about tax and all the tracks
but due to haste and the waste i taste as i embrace the reason but i find only during certain seasons i can do the things i do without a clue i sit and due to habit i ensue to grab it by the wrists and insist this river not cold i shiver, its bold
i been told this way of life gets old but its yet to grow mold and the thought is sold to the part of me who starts with glee as i race to see theres no end to see
but the way i live in, i say with no faith no sin, but its my decision to make that collision and make that incision to the end of my vision

3. abortion
who else but me can see the social distortion of how anti-abortion is just anohter battle without a paddle for womans rights the end is not in sight.
We let them vote and steer a boat but their battle is not complete as they attempt the seat of the president but seems the present cant be far from past and this aint the last lack of rights like a pack of lights. To say you cant do what you want is obstuction of rights to women, but the politicians are swimmin with thoughts the church taught, moral beliefs seems to be the chief as to how we allow wahts laws to pass.


Fuck
you kno all the old movies in the days when things were groovy about the end or earth and it was a birth of predictions once thought to be fiction.
But take a look and it took a good mind to find how this shit will go down to every town. All armeggdon today is settin the way we see the end to some it offend how we mix and mend truth with fiction we lend to write a story how our currant glory will be fucked and gory.

Aliens
Aliens exist no doubt about it, just because we havent seen one here may mean they just arent near. To say were the only ones is pretentious as well stupid. The universe is huge, we can't be the only ones. Then we say how it would take so long for us to reach further than the moon. That just means life on this planet can't physically do so, doesnt mean nothing else can. Humans invented many concepts, such as time, and age, and god and an ipod. I dont know, but ill continue this later



meaning again

Whats the meaning if life i ask again as if i found a end to this question after every session i resume and then assume i found the answer and as if all my rants are making some sense and the suspense to gather has me rather pondering why my thoughtless wandering through the human mind can somehow unbind the knot we brought to the final answer.
The meaning is varied due to things we carried throughout our race as we pace ourselves to face our wealths. Things like religion, and relevance from us, to a pidgeon aleters the question to open minded suggestion, also careers and our fears , our loved ones and lost peers. Things like money and cloths and a coke runny nose, things like love or a baseball glove.

Personal opion and mndless minions look past the facts with their own views.

What i mean in the above is that every one has their own meaning.
To some its to fufill their gods duty. To some it just may be their favorite thing to do.  People are affected on their answer by who they are and what they belive. Some belive its to fufill a more bigger thing.
I belive the question shouldnt be Whats the Meaning Of life? it should be
whats YOUR meaning of life.
My meaning of life, is that we are products of how elements arranged themselves post-bigboom. We are waht evolved to what we are today. We are not here for a reason. We are not here to do something great, to get careers or praise god. Everything about the meaning of life was invented by man. A man who thought, and wonderded things. But i dont belive in higher powers.


The 6 man revised

At the mountain rised a fountain that spat and attacked the invaders and raiders seeking to be leaking the power of the fluid of the past druids blood. Regardless of rain it never killed the stain and the pain and suffering and buffering towards the hoardes of men who then tried to apprehend its wealth were denied their health and never did they stop as they dropped to reach the very top. The gaurds were embarded by the fuel which started the rise that reached the size of the breach that the men who wanted nothing to be fronted were consulted to not reacted to its insulted. It resulted in a hike more than they would like, but desire and greed were wire to their breed. They reached the halfway mark and the spark they heard made every single bird from every single tree to flee its tree in a flight of glee. The men sat and thought about the inevitable inseperable evil that lies before them and waht tried to have tore them but realized it was the fear to lore them. They waited and persperated with drips of fright and it was night, they were ready to fight but no sight of a monster was near and realized it was the test of fear. They jsut waited and contemplated whether man 1 was thought to run. He stood up and hesistated and then he stated " I will go mad or crazy , im too bad too lazy to venture further " and the potion; he wasnt worth her. At dawn they thought they belong to the forest and felt like a toursit. They went highger and higher and they were tired but conspired to reach the summit and hope they wont pummit to their destruction to meet the maker to their contruction. Around the alipine they knew they were close what other test was there it host? But there was none, just the fear. They say they lay at the way of the top to stop and think about the link of task to mask their inner being. Then they saw it and in awe at it they pawed at it. The fountain of Truth and meaning and leaning over it was a glass covering, one man stepped forward with a hammer just hovering. STop dont do it, dont destroy the glass another way must bebe there to pass, but ignored and in store for the man 2 was a tree with a death thought he knew. It fell and compelled the rest of the troop, but knew it was their and theirs to snoop they looked and shooked as nothing was there but to their despair man 3 tried the same thinking the remains of the man from the ghost of the tree was the only trap and the sap he could see was from a map underneath. He swung and missed and got pissed but got a attack from the back, or was it the front and to be blunt the man had a shuddering pain in the muddering sane state of late . Man 4 went to help but failed and bailed over the cliff. This story is confusing but amusing to rely on the way they die if you follow the words i borrow from earth. i dont kno how to finish but ill just tell you how they diminish , the last maqn 6 stood tall, and and iun the hall of doom, he looked in the tomb and found a glass and respscting it unmassed a founten of hope, for every dope that died relied on power not knowing the hour was not the one for the fun of destructon, but to contend its corruption




No Hope
the way were heading is like were sledding on a downward hill and still the chill we feel rolls ons a wheel of fear that the next 20 years we will cease to persist overseas with the mist. We have no hope is a joke to say we can cope with the notion we hope a magic potion will prevent the vent from exploding as our eroding presense says its not going to be the way we are today. The wars the warming we store the warning as a misconception makes no exception to greed to breed the distant assistant to killing the earth by milling its worth. WE never learn or care its our turn to share its



Problems

On a day to day basis we face this set back to get back on track and get goin yet knowing theres always a unfortunate situation but distorting it by evasion isnt the answer to the equation. Some turn away and dont learn a way to deal with how they feel and solve it and evolve a bit but decide to run and hide leaving behind their demon that seems to be steaming not leaving but growing stronger showing on her a smile that every mile you run makes it a trial to have undone the issue you brung.

Mind Blast
i think im going insane my main brain which was once sane has drained the thought i gained, derailed, but contained the hail to maintain the trail of my sayin to impail the grain of your pale small brain so you can obtain my reason to sink this season to link the past with later so fast the traitor, will stab your back, still grab your pack, it listens for you when you call, shits missins,you knew then you fall. but ignore what more you desire to conspire to continue for longer but in you your tired, but resist what we insist to not stop, it persist you not stop, but with a mind to unbind the curse and reverse and unwind it gets worse as we find the first grind with mental collision and rental descision and well being to tell freeing this shackle to tackle the fight on sight and brain stability and contrain abilty to choose the side who lose who hide, but we all reside to say we decide.
but at times we think were at the brink of loosing it and bruisen the our infection without our detection and our recollections forgets but regrets that inspection to an extent we meant to subconsciencly vent how obnoxiously we sent ourselves and wealths with a one way ticket and one day pick it as the one way to remember our mistakes as we lend our sakes to the one with no brakes


Selfish behavior

Can we see how history said it before, embed it some more? Never always stays but it lays a concrete fact, shit never stays intact. Acient empire aint shit to admire, cuz they no longer ruling who are we fooling? Everytime it rises some nation despises and seems to take over before it rolls over, the curse gets passed to those who last and not too fast does power become vast and tower becomes a past.sure it happend long ago, but it seems to show, you never know when or who does this go to, unless you knew, places rises and grew, you spotted the clue that this will come true, and it will ensue to places and brew. People doubt this will occur, it wont be as it were, that that may well be, how people are blind to see, that pretentious thinking , how our inventious is linking, to were the best now, and we will never allow, because we can build and how we have filled, shit from minds to signs, and how were smarter and can charter and end of powers wont happen we wont be trapped in certain doom. But as we consume and destroy what room we calim to own, we have done shown, one day were alone.


Who the fuck said

Who created the laws, what made their cause? when in our time did we decide whats a crime? in early days how did we create our ways? How did we make our feelings as they are now, how did they feel as what should be allowed? How did our brain be able to perceive what shouldnt be done, how do we feel pain and label when to run? How do we fear what we fear and what should make a tear tear, its not clear. Why do we naturaly feel what we feel through normal ordeal? What makes us have today the empathy for the prey and not respect those who wont obey, why do we cry when loved are lossed, why dont we be happy or annoyed when lossed? Originaly what created our emotion and how we rated each notion, what first in our birth saw better and worse? What said we shouldnt steal, and shoudlnt seal a deal with knowledge its ripping off the college? What said you should feel bad as opposed to said to be glad? What sparked the decision to feel dumb failin division? We will never see the other side, which deep inside, will sleep deprived of exposure to revive its composure im sure we previously had but seriously mad that the answer is unknown our stance says alone, but maybe we will see the green grass on the other side of the hill only to discover the grass is covered by lies and tales , but eyes have tales, one day well be, the other side we see.



The Confliction
Ill try to make the best depection of my pest called confliction. When started i never thought it was cursed but worse went to worse and slow went to faster. It seems to be in fact a thing to distract your true will and desire to sit still in the fire. Once or twice seemed nice but the price was not nice not noticed, but like lotus it came and it drained it drained, and what was remained was more a reminder as i complained and whined for while i pile, the pieces to one and it ceases the fun. 3 and the four, the key to the door, was lost and then found, it cost what i crowned. But the mindstate it comprisies it dined late, what prize is, is worth the trade, but it was made. Despite erososion the night arose in, time again. Its nights like these that make me comin back for more, the things i once liked is now becoming a chore. But looking at the facts and seeing it lacks, the desire to hire the buyer to higher the fire to the entire. But with every lie, you ask why, But never find out, having your mind out, doesnt equal the reason for a sequal, but only the weak will. Its never too late, you must contemplate, both sides of both rides, find the balance, which allowance, is more worth its weight, your debate, your own fate. But in the end it will send the end for you own choice, in your own voice



Its hard to think back and sink back, in a time when time was there and you cared. But the past is the past and too fast did it last. Never to return only to learn, what you could of done , if you stood but not run. The time is gone and that time will belong to the past and no more, its too vast cant show a door. Mistakes are given, but to live in regret and expect to get back, but every setback, isnt always ending right, some are a pending fight. But to refuse to defuse the bomb blowing inside, you must keep pride and abide by your side. Things wont change , its strange but the range of choosin to win or keep losing, some wont win. Some never win. But instead of moping and hoping to start coping, make up a wake up call , dont stall, if you fall get up, but dont expect a hand there to share a fair deal to peel at the fruit of dependence, your attendence depends on your sentence of loss and its pen stands its cost, whats lost is lost, but the start to depart on the boat of the heart, the maps off chart and its yours to steer, but the way is not clear, so the point im delivering, is shivering throughout, if you want somethin back , dont stand still instead act out

Plain Living
While watchin a movie, i thought something groovy, about evolution and revolution. How dinosaurs roamed and soared in the unknown, then the next living thing , a complex type who can sing, One things struck, i wonder and ask, what the fuck, was the final task, that created a desacrated land, from fangs to a hand, what ended thier ruling and sended us fooling, and drooling and thinking about what was, we wonder and think and catch a buzz. We will never actualy kno, despite facts we "factualy" show, its all a guess, all to compress, but can never confess , our theorys is a mess. But what about before, waht did rain pour, on in a time when a lime was never here, before dinoars i guess its not clear. We only know what we obtain, but what we lack, is what we wont gain. we can give fact but retract it, due to the track it was heading, the interpretation was embedding, may be a guess, or to impress others, but smothers the true reality, we see how it may be. Our never ending hunt for the want of infinite power to win it sour or sweet.


Wonder why the fuck
We teach and teach and preach and preach, but for what,
what does it add to, should i of had to, gone to school, like any other fool, to one day rule this planet, for us to fan it, as the present fucks us, the bullshit sucks us, our life, expect us to suffice, sounds nice, but the price were goin to pay, is goin to lay, everyone to thir grave, expect us to save it, them, thinking only about theirsef, their wealth, only their health, really leaves a stain hard to remove, on us a bump in the groove, may only be me who agrees that the seas and the trees will be effected by the defective humans, the selective so few can understand why this hand we were dealt, was not felt by the dealer, but the welt on the healer. So every generation who fucked their ration of ruling their nation, resort to vacation. Sure the point i try to deliver may sliver down the lane of understanding but the train of complained has derailed and not failed the equation.


Ok people rise, open your eyes, and realize that we comprimise our lives to those who dives intro knives, and survives to commit lies to buy your esteem , you cant redeem what was taken, but not to be mistaken that by makin what your taken is overlooked, be shooked by the evil truth to sink in your tooth to enlighten the fighting with no end in sight n' no wrong and no right. Control your minds, wind and unwind the midless drone, left alone whos home was known to only those whos clothes in mug and lug their drug to persue all you knew, into a deeper state whos keepers late to choose your fate, and relate to this , and remininse the time you could find your meaning as its teaming against you, and your best defense is you


Ttry to defy and wonder why the thunder flys you wonder why.
We see how we want to see, we want to be, we thought we be.
When we fail we then derail we do not bail we find the trail.


Take back once grieved and be relived how we seemd to of dreamed as to how we allow the track of desire to put out of the fire of misery has obtianed a fame which named the power to grow sour despite the fight to light the match to latch a lock to patch a rock , that ticks and tocks and picks its clock to go down a notch to watch your path of misfortune to burn.


Your free will was filled with thoughts, but the thoughts are stolen and the hole in your brain, lets you create a plain of the fate of your rain. The rain that clashes and splashes with reason, but was wheezin with a set back, and you hope to get back what was given at birth to get all thats worth with this place we call earth. to be content with life, is your consent to invent .

Theres a norm we all must perform to be striving its called surviving. Its sad how advertising is comprising how we live our lives in. It dives in personal space and the pace it races, it embraces the case how we face living being the richest which is a constant game to attain some fame no matter how it came. But they ignore, and a tour of this war on more, in fact makes us less, we cant confess how we suppress our true person as it worsens our corruption, as the eruption of chances to dance with exposure not so sure why, but everything we have, once used for increasing intelligence have fell in hell a chance for rising to the top, a habit that cant stop no matter what flop has chopped their way for the pay.


since man was around he found a way to get away from the place he stayed and onto another he made. We didnt always have wheels made of steel instead used his heels to gather meals. But factoring we did everything by hand and didnt have machines they would roam the land without any means.


We are at war, whats there to score, besides the oil and control of soil, we should be aware we shouldnt be there. We need oil to drive and thrive in this lifestyle we live in but for a while weve given no chance for change, in a trance, seems strange. If we stop this, well all miss, everything we do, all canned stew, for the most part we will depart from contemporary life but a temporary knife attempt to spill a permanent issue to learn from it, so we will not think about today but to portray a tommorow, if a lesson to borrow, was never lent, we may be sent, to a state of regret and never forget the day we let personal gain get in the way of laying down law, to retract each flaw from everyones doom, i assume that wont occur, cuz the boom is sure to take back what it is.




Seems these nights do keep comin back, instead stayin on track to defeath the curse that gets worse and worse, instead i fed it more and more, i cant keep score, no ones counting, why rant more, it never is amounting. To fight it is hard, to light it and discard, and each trial lasts a while, but the mile i walk to talk about , doesnt add up. it calls, i answer. i fall, the stance stays still, every chill i get to fill my bet on whether or not it stops, i drop and realize i seal lies, but to who, not you, but the farm of




If we have a law saying we have the right for self-defense, against physical attacks, although its often turning against the defendednt. i was thinking. What about mental and emotional attacks? Say actors and musicians, they get stalked by paparazzi, getting up in their faces, and when the famous person has enouhg of it, from all the shit they have to deal with, snap and break a camera or a nose, they get charged with assault and battery, well technically it doesnt matter, gets setteled out of court since they know they got the money. But if nothing else works besides force to get them to leave them alone, what can you do? How long does someone have to hold in rage. We have laws against verbal harrassment, calling someone a slur or a piece of shit, and get charged. But if someone is getting provoked, getting assaulted mentally, its seems physcial damage is greater than mental. Despite the things we have to protect people who get verbaly harrases, but that changes if physical retalition. Conflicting laws create more harm than the laws intention.







hes black, and most people dont like change, and over 75% of the population knows not to much more than that, so hes well known, but politics bore alot of people. SO knowing its the black guy, the woman or the old white guy, people will vote based on that, regardless of what they tell their friends the reason, but wont admit their true opinion in fear of social oppression by being outcasted and segrated socially in a socialy obbesses consumer nation.The are seen  as trash by the people who hate racists because they know racists are "offensive" or "ignorant", and are a group of violent sociopaths who deserve no love or respect, because they oppress a ethnicity group. By automaticaly throwing hate and shame to people who they dont fully understand and make stereotypical remarks to them. THe difference between voicing an opionion and listened to and understood why they made their opinion, and hating them them because its bad, is the freedom. THe freedom to choose that opinion is their right and thats what they belive, is up to them, but hating someones a racist because your pressured to? Racism is always been around, and is quite racist that its now synonomous with white-power-speech-miniority-white-hating-blacks, and when the oppressed, who voice their opinion, they sound hell bent on revenge on things that haven't directly been involved it. Alot have told that they were enslaved and they want their rights and their being oppressed, People who are against racism, which when you considered adding all the double standards and see where you get when you got the sum, it boils down to mean white people hating blacks. And when people hear or see the word racism,they automatically feel that the racist is just a hate monger, hating people they never met based on looney claims of a superior race. They dont  they see how much shit the person gets on a daily basis. The people who do give shit to the racists, along with people  white people have to throw lee-way whenever we feel you gotta pay us back for that deal we  opinion concerning other government classiefied groups