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Oskar Roux Dec 2018
As we float completely inept of our bodies and consciousness
we find a different, altered state of being, more pure, true, and free.
.
.
.
Free of judgement, free of harm.
Our souls at ease because of inebriation. Fear of hurt fear of pain.
Yet, that all seems meaningless and quite mortal.
For now we feel free, immortal and unchained from despair,
from life,
from disappointment
and also disappointing,
the ones we love,
the ones we hate
and even the ones we’re still meant to love
and those who love us.




For this universe is vast.
Greater than we could ever imagine.
For the love we have,
have lost
and are still to gain
is miniscule in comparison
to the history and future of our civilization and what we stand for.

According to Darwin we aren’t meant to live
yet according to Aristotle and Kant too
we are a species bread to survive.
To help one another for the greater good
and also to help one another for ourselves….
With pardon of course.
For what’s right to some
is foul to others and vice versa too.
We see the good in man
but the worst in women
and why can’t that be flipped.
For a man’s world
should be a banned world
and honestly a burned script.
General drunk musings
Oskar Roux Dec 2018
The idea of a perfect plan for life is one that’s floored in every material in every way.
It begins much like a seed.
In good soil with good intentions and seemingly the right influence.
Sun for photosynthesis, nutrients to supply the food for growth and water.
Enough water to rehydrate invigorate but also it can drown.
The water you see isn’t merely water it’s the plausibility and possibility
we strive for and see in our faces every day.
“Be who you want to be”,
“the sky is the limit”
“the only thing holding you back is your imagination”.
But what if that isn’t it.
What if being who we want to be gets put down,
changed and made to be realistic.
Like a child following the instructions on their Lego instructions:
they put M8 on T3 and piece that together
with pieces 5, 6, 7 & 8 etc.
until their puzzle is complete.
Complete to resemble the same thing that the other kids build,
or the same one that their parents before them built.
Built to last, built to fit, built to be…
NORMAL.
No one is told to believe
That they should believe in their writing and encouraged to chase a dream.
Instead they’re told to choose a “real” dream.
One that benefits society.
One that asks no questions, changes no formats or builds and pushes no borders.
Oskar Roux Dec 2018
There’s two types of people in this world and some of them aren’t as confident, proud, outgoing, steadfast, and brave, the list is endless, as others. This is written for those who take the back seat for the most part and don’t always love the lime light. Don’t worry, some of us understand you.

She wakes up in the morning
and rolls Herself out of bed
She tries Her hardest and clears Her busy head.
She gets to the mirror and sees Her smile.
"Oh my word what a pile of ****...
I still have to do today
just to say that I am done"
is what She needs to tell Herself everyday
but She sadly stops at part one.

She examines herself,
takes the make up off the shelf
and puts on Her face for the day.
She thinks of all the people She needs to face
And what exactly She needs to say.

To be polite … while being precise
but without being Un-PC.
but these words evade Her
like steadiness in a seizure
so many faces that daunt Her,
past social encounters that haunt Her
and it’s only the beginning of the day.
when I see Her engage with the   
bewilderment of people,       
it’s an interesting sight in itself.

(as David Attenborough)
as the female puts her best foot forward,      she also uses Her sceptical eye too     
and Her heart, goes back in its shell.       
it’s not that She doesn’t trust the other humans in the species,      and it’s not that you aren’t to be liked,       
but She needs to tell if the friendship is for one second or for life.

I watch Her and notice how She holds a conversation like I want Her to hold my               
....... heart.        Anxiously, yet tentatively and caringly too.
But it’s lunch time now and for Her that relief,
to sit, not eat, and have a self-debrief.         
“you’re done with half of things in your way for today, and it’s all smooth sailing from here!”
is what She needs to tell Herself right now       
but there’s a slight change added in Her schedule,
its panic and ******.                     
“WHAT EVER SHALL I DO?”.             
then the soothing voice,
of Her chubby Adonis,             
has to tell her what to do:       
“EK SE FOKKEN WOAH!       
don’t you worry,             
don’t you fret,
together we’ll see this through.   
You’re already half way done and you’ve climbed small mountains,     give yourself credit where it is due!”       
but in her mind, it sounds, otherwise       
it sounds like there’s still mountains ahead     
and only molehills achieved.     
and the energy levels are depleted.     
and baby now you’re halfway.

So it’s something to ponder how someone can wonder and stress and dwell and plea.     
on social situations that you may take for granted as something to face on the daily.            
so, don’t be impatient, but for once just stand in Her shoes and find some other ways to wipe away and not give them their blues.
A spoken word piece I did based on my Fiance and her general daily anxieties
Oskar Roux Dec 2018
There's that thing that lingers
In every one of us.
Staying just out of sight,
But not out of mind.

One  Black (w)hole.

Two halves of a whole.
Two holes that see desire.
Two pieces to the puzzle,
Two mysteries to decode and
Two logs to the fire.
Two constellations that congregate
Two great stars that pulse and burn.
Two great ebbs and flows of time and space
Two tiny wrinkles on eternity's face.

Like the earth around the sun
I revolve around thee.
But like our universe in the grandeur
We're ineffective in the scheme.
Yet the only universe in which we can cause some revolution.
Is the vault deep within our minds
of which silence is noise pollution.
And the worst enemy is time.

A black whole
Three times bigger than one would like to admit.
Two halves of the whole of our mind, which in turn is a bottomless pit.
And
One the life we live in this revolving bundle of mass and gas.
So use it to your fullest potential
And be about your wit.

— The End —