I wanna sit down
and be quite and get to know myself
in silence,
it's hard to do that
i've sat on park benches and tried to understand others, by observing them,
movements, strides, clothing, shapes, skin color and all
but not myself, that's a lot easier to do, and still impossible
but...
but
to know myself, that takes time and silence
and I'm addicted to alllll this stuff,
sights, sound and noise coming at me
and work... those 40 hours...that paycheck
if I was brave I would quit it alllll
and go towards the isolation road
but I don't
the world has me in her clutches
and rides me as she pleases
and I forget it all, like a lap dance
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
You are by yourself
People are arriving and departing
This thing rolls on
People say they are your friends
People say they are lovers
But it's all ********
People pretend to know things
Yet they do not
It doesn't matter if you do
Or if you Don't
People take this life thing too serious
In this ring, your friends watch while you get your head knocked off
You are fighting for yourself against the liars, manipulators and schemers and hustlers.
All of them cowards
Death before dishonor
They don't believe in
that ****
In this ring
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
So many cool things to do
so many fun, and interesting things to do
so many intoxicating things to stimulate the senses
which, are always on march and parade
DOPAMINE
I stay chasing the next exciting thing
the spectacle, the stimulation, music, promise
but mostly I work my life away
and then I drink, after
Then the internet stimulates me: Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram
Goodreads, Reddit
the next fix,
always the next fix
not where I want to be
you can only be in one place
I think my mind wants to be, in all places at once
then, you get bored
******* bored
that's there again
Then minutes, moments, seconds move fast
out of your life
Alan Watts said, "thoughts are addictive," I know what he means
he's not speaking in riddles
A lot of times, it's just best not to think
Somewhere in complete isolation
with no one talking to you, or speaking to you
eventually the voices and thoughts go away
and you can cleanse yourself
Hopefully
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
They will take over
and perhaps, the world
will be better,
they will drive our cars, pilot the planes
be better surgeons, cook better
the robots are coming, and they will be able to do
everything better
even be better soldiers,
Humans love their wars so much, and their scars
and these machines will out do us at even
sad sad sad
Heard they will even be better *** workers
Oh, they will do everything better!
perhaps, none of us will ever have do any
****** work, and perhaps that will be a good
******* thing, we can eat and just lay around and play
Heavens’ knows the curse of work has destroyed the
human race,
ask all those old and in pain?
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
When i close my eyes
I see the faces of the dead
I hear their voices
The things they said, their laughter
The ones i thought would live forever!!
Something got them though: the ones who lived fast
It was a drug, some bullets, a disease
I thought they would live forever!!
Those crazy *** dudes and girls
How urgent they were
But they didn't
Something got them,
Just as sure as it will get me
It's not always about the young dying recklessly
I think of some old man or woman living a slow life:maybe washing a car or cooking a dinner, watching a baseball game on tv
Gone forever.
They are so real to me when i close my eyes
More powerful than any living being every could be to me
The living live cowardly as they smile and laugh to me
But this death thing is real
Very real
I drive highways alone at night
Remembering a dead girl riding shotgun. Who died a couple of years ago beside me.
The things she said and her laughter haunts me.
More powerful than anything living
What lies she told me
More powerful than anything living
This crumpled memory of mine.
Damion Hamilton
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Oh, it’s pain, it’s struggle
you move through light and sound
you are sensitive and indoctrinated
and take in everything like a sponge,
when you are a young
you are confused and desperate and
humiliated, very little makes sense
everyone has a story and this is true,
we are so different, even though we are
a lot alike, we figure out reasons to segregate each
other.
we try to figure out each other, form tribes and hierarchies
a lot of people want power and influence and when you become a teenager you want ***
and that becomes so important
and people want to be considered smart, good looking
a great athlete, make great decisions,
make someone proud, make themselves proud
yet, there is something always trying to **** you,
something trying to ****** you, something always
to be ashamed of, you know
and then there are people who think or pretend to KNOW
but they do not KNOW, nobody really KNOWS
we play games with each other, sometimes funny and nice
but quite often very cruel games: like fights, and war
one tribe against another tribe, a battle to death
some of us are very complex, and others’ not so
and this is what makes us human,
yet we all feel, some more or less than the others
some of us search meaning, and others are fine with meaningless.
Until the hearts stop beating, and the blood stops flowing
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC