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Kenji Feb 21
The flow of systematic beings disintegrate and **** with my own flow sometimes.
Can't seem to get a grip on my mind.
I'm losing myself in lost formalities.
The whole diagrammatic systems falls into closure and creates a case of it's own.
The system is wrong, it doesn't flow with the equilibrium structure of life itself.
It just falls off, and finds a balance of it's own.
It has no real forecast, nor balance, just destruction.
It's chaotic to humankind and it needs strategy of some kind.
It needs appreciation, moral technique, or justification.
The flow of the subconscious is losing itself again in the brainwashing systems, it's locked, it cannot get out, stuck.
This philosophy is somewhat confusing, but it's just a descriptive rant about the brainwashing formula of society itself.
We a part of it, living in the lie, suffocating, trying to find, trying to heal, trying to bind.
Society has become so fake that the truth actually bothers people, the truth that, technology is not needed, love and purity is needed, humanity got so caught up in the wealth, they forgot the essence of true love.  
girl gonzo Feb 19
a decimal of time
wedged between a tile
of a room - unknown
it could have been a kitchen or the delirious floor of a bustling shop
down to the tedium of banter and the slow trickle of something like
a cultural shift
inside a downtrodden window she stared too long until she was
unrecognizable by her and those around her
disappearing from picture frames and unable to remember
what it was like to say something of importance
her tongue now a foreign agent unsure if it still served a purpose
other than being in someone else's mouth
her shirt pocket always containing something of a thrill
like pearls or cigarettes
but now there was nothing in those pockets
tea bags were now placed in jars and her nails never veneer various colors but the same **** that had enthralled her years earlier
now blending in with the canvas outfits she wore to be reminded of a hobby that could have meant something
if only she believed in anything
a note on apathy and the droll feeling of nihilism that comes with age
cypress Nov 2018
some classify
while others

the decision to root
this thorn of chance
may sadly,
worm the systems

grotesque foliage
will enter through

if one begins to fail badly
and discard
Steelyvibe Aug 2018
Control alt delete
Not yet obsolete
Micro electronic brain
Bypass network domain

Automated apparatus
Instrument monitor status
Central processing unit
Rackmount server outfit

Software hardware firmware
Computer fatigue despair
Frozen screen blindness
Information process

Program stopped responding
No more corresponding
Hour glass count down
Start power shut down
Zane Gorham Apr 2017
Each mind is situated on  the spectrum of belief and reality.
Both ends suffer in their search for the truth.
The man who spends his life navigating the spiritual realm.
He attempts to find the greater purpose for everything.
Every blade of grass, each eroded stone a symbol of something bigger.
The nuances of life analysed and expanded upon to their very limit.
Given meaning in the name of God or the foreshadowing omen of an individual.

The man who traverses reality, grounded in science and logistics.
His mind filled with hypotheses.
Observing outcomes to explain the inexplicable.
He fits his grass and stones into the puzzle of a greater system.
In doing so he is God and the purpose for all things he assigns.

Both men strive to be the voice heard by the masses.
Their findings recorded, read, believed.
In the end does it truly matter.
Two lives spent.
Kneeling, yearning for some kind of affirmation that their time was spent correctly.
That they added anything to the greater scheme.
Pages upon pages filled with every detail in a grain of sand.
The end comes, the ink runs, the pages wither to dust, knowledge lost, purpose forgotten.
The world keeps turning.
Some notes about my insecurity on taking the right path in life. I feel I may never know the answers I seek and I don't even know if the answers truly matter.
LJ Jul 2016
Politics that that tricks the system
Then lick and rick the peasants
Ethical dilemmas of existence
That dilute us from creativity

Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow

Religious bodies that are linear
In hypocrisy and righteousness
they preach love for a better day
whilst they manipulate and scorn

Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow

Family units our sole safe base
where values, cultures and beliefs
choke as we morn for our identify
lost like sheep without a shepherd

Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow

Economic systems that collapse
donning gowns of debt to humanity
sinking in volcanos that explodes
wishing for the money to shower

Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow

Education that is compulsory
A promise of an non existence future
A fallacy of better jobs and status
all a social indoctrination of the mind

Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
*Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
gray rain Jun 2016
We're all powerless!
Nothing is in our control;
not when we die,
not when we were born,
not what we do.
Law stops us or at least most of us.
We don't choose what we learn,
that was decided long before we were around
and will continue long after we go.
We are powerless!
We are unimportant,
unheard of,
Unless we have talent
even then
we are powerless!
We are the superior species,
we run the world,
we destroy everything!
or what we created,
we destroy ourselves,
the land were animals roamed
dinosaurs maybe,
now just a city skyline.
Just concrete.
We are powerless!
We are overrun by destruction,
by ourselves,
our systems,
our ideas of right and wrong.
We are powerless!
No matter how many persuaded
there is always
who remains in the past!
who will not change!
who is stronger than us!
that one
leaves us powerless.
WhereverYouAre Jun 2016
Raise your clenched left fist
It's gone immediately
When you open it
The journeys and mysteries are worth more than the destinations and revelations.
Hannah Holliday May 2016
I laid on my back, the grass was wet, but felt refreshing against my bare back. His hand was sweaty so I let it go. We were in a field so the stars were bright as could be, they seemed to speak to me.There were rumors that the stars in the next town over shined brighter than ours did. Some people said that there were less fast food chains over there so therefore less lights to block the stars out. I told the glassy eyed boy that we ought to tear them all down and use the towns money instead to build a telescope the size of McDonald’s. He just laughed and said that my idea was ****** and then continued to **** me, with his filthy, cheeseburger hands.
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