To the racial remarks: we're all one race - the human race. To the discriminant: don't live the lie that you're superior - we're all just human beings. To the stereotypes: silly sayings don't define someone, not even in the slightest. To supporters: seek light and see if what spurs you is worthy or even righteous. To those in denial: Wake up and seek wisdom - may your ignorance wear off. To the independent: families broken are dependents isolated - individuals internally lost. To the prosecutor: if you were victimized, how would you feel? To the victims: voice yourselves - your vulnerability can be used as a virtue. To the impacted parents and children: continue to climb this mountain, and maybe America will consider your cries. To the next generation: sorry my generation, in many ways, has already failed you... To the next generation: do better than us, and by doing so, you'll prevail too...

The Human Condition


I’m a speck of light in the distance of humanity.
Everybody continues to live their faithful calamities.
Life as we know it has hit an all-time low.
You may be human; I regret the fact that to you I was ever known.


I am a being on a separate wave
And I have been washed onto another plain
Of existence; for you are no longer of any consequence.
I have risen above the need for life
And I exist merely in your distance.


Your humdrum, bubble gum, pass me the gun,
Lives are wasted on both of us.
Now I only despise where there used to be smiling eyes.
No more teeth showing menace;
Just an empty face disappearing in the distance.


You are robotic, cheating, evil things, choose your own fate.
I am away; so far, so far away
And all I hear is a fading memory talking to me.
The illusion of humanity once meant something to people like me,
But you took it all and kept on coming back and taking more
And MORE!
So nothing remains from the echoes before the fall.


I am calling time on all mankind.
All human beings, I am drawing a line.
I shall never cross over and head in your direction.
I am gone from you, so keep your (   ) intentions.
You are dead to me; as dead as can be.
You can keep being human; you and I are different species.


I am a personality divided,
Neither human, nor livid.
Just drained by humanity;
I am done with it.
I am beyond your stupidity;
Such inane conversations.
Way station.
Interruption…

The Human
Condition.


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Eurasia.
They both know this kind of euphoria
The supercontinent pangaea,
And everything about synesthesia
Eurasia;
The Europe and Asia
Once united but are meant to be divided
Seperated, harshly tormented
lands of promises, broken into pieces
Eurasia.
Even they both had amnesia,
their love's engraved in historia
and when Europe finally found Asia
They will clearly remember, they're still Eurasia