Enough
Strength in the weakness
That has always pained the body of people
Man hues and cries and yet
Wo
to the woe inside our hearts
Take everything and burn it
And shall we not be ashamed
Of course the party is just the vanguard for
Humanities last defeat
The foe is ourselves
And let the last dead person call "I win!"

None

I have given up

on America

ever having been

a place

an emplacement

or even on ideas

being worth

publicly defending

There is only

my old cretinous

certainties

life and extinction.

They all laugh
You know better than anyone
The way they exclude everyone
The way they declared you were no one
It rips at you
Tears at you from the inside
They decide who belongs on the outside
They're so high and mighty
They say you're feisty
Make you feel tiny
In reality their thrones are slimy
Slimy from the blood of those they abused
The ones they used
The ones they left confused
Bruised
But the others refused
They refused not to look the other way
They wouldn't say
They wouldn't stand and describe the crimes
They wouldn't say just how many times
People were destroyed
It's a topic they avoid
They don't care that you're annoyed
It isn't your place
Denied your case
Still others said they'd stand up for you
But it's only lies they spew
Furthering the cause
Not wrapping you in gauze
Gauze to heal the wounds
The high and mighty caused
You feel lost
Wave-tossed
The truth is glossed
Society turns to mold
They try to say it's gold
You may not be old
But you know the cold
You find it sad
How sadistic they are
How pessimistic you are
How far gone we all are
This is the end
Society's gone 'round the bend
No hope
Clean up this mess
I don't know anybody with enough soap
They except you to cope

I am a firm believer of believing
No matter how you choose to do so.
So is your cup half full, or half empty?
Does it matter?
I'm not asking for an existential crisis,
merely for you to observe.
The world has you down,
You're tossing around
Sleep is no longer a goal
Seeming completely improbable
And this isn't the first,
And it isn't the worst
And it will happen again
And again, and again
And there's things that you want
Things you don't have
A screaming inside
For what you've done "bad"
And your cup is half empty.
You walk with a smile
Your steps cover miles
Lie soft in your bed
Count sheep in your head
You don't have it all
But you know you can fall
Asleep.
And your cup is half full.

And neither of you is whole.
But you're both in containers
Judging life at the equator
Of what you have
And wanting more:
Wondering forever what's in store
Fearing or hoping
Love or loathing
You don't know, and its fine
No it's not, bubbles brine
Lines begin to blur
The still begin to stir
And suddenly
Something changes.

Is it good?
Is it bad?
Why do we judge things,
Happy, sad.
Quantifying feelings, playing these games
Half full or half empty,
Pretending that the names
We give to our existence
which we do with such persistence
Make us any different
from each other.

Fifty percent is not a whole
And either way you're not as full
As you should be.
If we must insist that life's a cup
Then do your best to fill it up
With malice, tears,
Kindness, fears,
Hopes, dreams
Memories, things
In all shapes and sizes
Be they "empty" or "full"
It all gets mixed to make your soul
And just remember that when you sip your drink
Not only do the lightest liquids float
But the heaviest ones sink.

And what about me?
What do I see
To be able to preach this obscure testimony?
I see that my cup
Has yet to be filled.

The Pop Culture is growing
More to study
more trivial knowledge
The entertainment category
less hobbied skills
We're so enthralled
Modern Age, information phase
So fun
The things we can do
when we're not working
and we're not not working
more these days
These days are so distractive
not by the hardships of life
but the ease
I see so much more that draws me in
I feel I should experience all
But there's no time
and my own expression
may be worth half of it anyway