We suffer in solitude like soldiers. We are seated, silently, surrounded by some sinister
players. We wish we were even a fraction as confident as we portray, with our poker-
face wisdom.
We struggle through the motions like monsters subsequently suffering in the silence of
selfless prayers unanswered by a selfish deity while we stretch and kick to remain with
our heads above the water. The question unanswerable is whether there will ever be a
return to simpler ways, where people were kind and spoke courteously to one another,
like we were all in the same struggle with similar outcomes rather than passing a harsh
judgment against another to make ourselves feel better about our pathetic existences.
What have we done to humanity?
We are nothing more than viruses that have been programmed, charged, and released
upon the world where we recklessly seek to destroy and dismantle everything our dirty
little fingers can reach. We have been spoiled in their absolutions and are ignorant to
righteous ways ignored and pushed beneath the rugs on the floor. We are a disease
that shortens the longevity of life. We devalue the overall worth of the experiences
promised by what was once a loving God.
We greet death in our houses as a familiar friend, an estranged cousin. We are
mistaken to call it the solution and await to greet again with a handshake, lying to
ourselves thinking it won’t be painful, we will not feel any longer. We are as foolish as
court jesters, rapping out a tap shoe tango to the heartbeat’s accelerated state as we
suffer through reliving each day and every mistake we thought would evaporate. There
are only two doors we will be permitted to pass through, the one that leads into the
darkened mystery, the other that walks us back into the life to be reborn again, and
again, and again until we get this shit fucking right.
We sorely lack discipline in our pessimistic states of being. We fear hope as we cling to
the edge of our seats, excited in the terror that has traumatized a stagnant generation.
So many find themselves worshipping upon bended knees a false god, the pharmacist
with his man-made trash, pharmaceutical remedies, his greed so eager to pocket the
dime, he will eliminate anyone who competes. We have hidden the truth from ourselves
so long that we have long forgotten the natural order of things.
We stare at a chalkboard full of all the answers, forgetting the questions never asked.
We swirl around the drain slowly being sucked down to be redeposited in some foreign
land so familiar. Will this madness ever make any sense or are we forever doomed to
be wired to the tv and its violence, angry, vigilant children starving for the attention that
a parent never had the time to lend to them. This hereditary curse passes from one
generation like the wine from the glasses, the next drinking it up and the one after
racing to make their mark. This is where we will end…ants in the glass farm, building
bigger, better, overpopulated, violence being burnt by the magnifying glass of some
perverted teenager just before dousing us with gasoline and sparking the cigarette. We
fade away. Forever.
some obscene observations not so obscured despite our steady attempts.
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