Save Me

Save me from the Disaster that i call my thoughts: A comical juxtaposition of incompatible concepts depicted somewhat as an eulogy to a still living eulogist.

Save me from my stupidity, my ignorance and Folly: They sneak up on me cleverly masked as logic, compassion and sense. I`m starting to think that Mr stupid is not that stupid after all. He has managed to promote his interests within every sphere of life while Mr wisdom has barely been able to convert a single follower.

Save me from elitism and the anal elitist culture: A culture propagated by a bunch of empty condescending pigs. Pigs who speedily define themselves as better than the others, Pigs who fervently defend the assertion that some men are significantly more equal than others.

Save me from the haters, the fakes and the phonies: I never really got what i was suppose to catch in the Rye but i believe there is a universal consensus that all the phonies truly must die. Those two faced fake smiling white snakes in the snow, bringing confusion, destruction and pain every single place that they go.

Save me from the life that appears to be embracing me: That 1st degree, then 9-5 then maybe latter masters degree formula. I rebuke you from my presence oh ye devil of boring convention, I firmly reject and admonish that foul spirit of conformity. Let me run wild and let my soul be free. Please let me live and not be lived for

before I sleep

Now I am caught in this horrifying daymare and I just want to sleep, escape from tragedies that make me weep. Its funny cause all through the night I couldn't wait to wake, but now the exact reverse is the case. Somebody knock me out, take my wallet, my watch and my keys, just put me out of my reality: no such luck, where is a mugger when you really need one, living a daymare is far from fun. I am trapped in a vicious circle constantly trying escape, Now its before i sleep and 1st it was before i wake, how much more can I really take.

I see a live mom who is obviously dead inside, surrounded by her kids who appear to be to sad to cry, i see the hunger and frustration deep down in their eyes and the only thing I am thinking is why. The reality of my daymare is abstractly graphic, i cannot properly describe using the best descriptive tactics, but trust me i will try to go as far as a can, i advice that you sit and not stand: Picture a crippled mare swimming through a lake of fire surrounded by piranhas trapped in their cells of stone. Now in the horizon you see the place the mare calls home, she swims through the burning lake and she is barely grown. Just when its looking like she might make it through, the stone cells open up and the piranhas start to chew. Then the tides start to rise and she is droning inside then the only question that pops through my head is "why". At this point the scene really starts to take its toll, then you look towards her home and see five of her foals. Some people have been made to trade fire for gold, while others gold for fire while they fire their souls.

To end this daymare i must put me to sleep, i need something quick, effective and still kind of cheap. I pop the first sleeping pill, then two and then three, stagger to the bedroom and then collapse on the sheets, as start to fade to black i see me back on my feet, this bloody vicious circle is one i cant beat. I feel used, abused, tired and thirsty, say a prayer before i pass out "dear lord please have mercy".

The green mans burden

The night sets at dawn, shadowy blanket creeps away ... Another day and less a dollar, another way to be more a victim: the green mans burden. Who will ease the load ? The saddest story ever known has never really been told. He fills his rucksack with a massive sack of rocks, then off he goes naked into the war zone. Who will cry for him ? at least give a glance ... While the major factions war, the rocks on his back expand

They say in an elephant war the real victim is the grass, while we hustle and battle for ours, the real victim walks on past. At the expense of the green man, society is further defined in black and white ... Polarized to extremes and opinionated to a disgusting fault, at the expense of the green man, society is now made up of two polarized and disgusting cults. I hear shots and its cold outside, he gets hit by every stray and kicked in every way.

Who will cry for him? Attempt to ease the load ... Who will define the social spectrum beyond what we think we know. The white man laments his burden and the black man follows suit, while the numerically challenged green man is forced to remain mute. Another day and less a dollar another way to be more a victim, who will define the social spectrum beyond what we think we know

before i wake

I am caught in a horrifying nightmare please wake me up, i just want this all to stop. My alarm is set for 6.30 and its barely 3.00 I cant bare this stress on me. I`m simply seeing flashes of videos and pictures of doom while I stand in a creepy room ... my mind starts to fume and at the same time the pictures zoom while in the background is a sickening tune ... somebody call my phone, I´m trapped in dreamland alone My only wish is that i make it home.

I see a mom on the floor holding her son, she looks sad, confused, and somewhat stunned. As the picture zooms in it gets a lot less fun, its now apparent what the bullets have done. Housemate turn on your music !!! Be loud !!! bring home a crowd. I just need something to get me out ... No such luck, the next video has a man in a truck in crowded neighborhood and it looks like hes stuck. A closer look shows clearly what he has in the truck, hes just waiting to blow stuff up ... Now this really sucks ... Somebody stop him, foil his plans, don't let him kill those little kids or kill that old man, but then my thoughts are interrupted by a very loud bang ... its over we lost it damn ... Ok stalker chic who always calls at weird times, it is time to show your value please save me from my mind, if you call right now i will love you and be kind but its hopeless i am hit with another horror find: Now I exit from the room and i am standing on a street, lots of people wearing suits looking polished and elite. But beyond the polished suits, the cars and the fleets, there is a very very dangerous feat ... I feel chills in my feet ... These selfish pigs appear to be robbing the poor, stealing their money like a kleptomaniac in a store. These crazy armed robbers in the light of the day, destroy the hard workers just to better their pay ... The street fades away, i see a barn and a farm, a burning cross, white robes and also a storm, the picture starts to zoom in and I start to mourn, then i hear peep peep peep, 6.30 saved by the alarm.

I wake up drenched in sweat, my bed is soaked and wet, I just thank God i escaped that crazy set. I turn on the TV cause its a happy day, oh crap breaking news: some kid got hit by a stray. Trying to avoid a deja vu i quickly flip to next: CNN: a thousand dead in an accident nuclear test. This is ridiculous i think as i start to channel hop, finally I am convinced that i should come to a stop, the story on the air totally brought me to disgust: people got swindled for billions by an idiot called Madoff. This is worse than my dream and is really starting to hurt me, at this rate i really doubt if i will live to see thirty, my nightmare has turned into a daymare dear lord have mercy

God dont like beautiful

It all started with a bang that progressed into man ... I say it started with man and regressed into a very big bang ... Its obvious that God don't like beautiful because its ugly. We have proven our superior ability to create destruction which appears to justify the notion that humans are set to self destruct.

Over time we have always managed to find a way to disagree and we have skillfully developed new methods of violence to escalate these disagreements. The fist became a stick and the stick became a stone, the stone became a bow, then a sword, then a gun. We grew our campaign of destruction from local to global, gassing and nuking ourselves to an all time low. During our endeavors a continent was pillaged and its inhabitants enslaved, 6 million people were murdered for being circumcised, we got more creative and introduced temperature to determine the type of war being fought, two towers fell and so did two countries, oh and a celebrity lost her dog ... (Just a quick brush on the topics that made the headlines)

Lets face facts, much of what we uphold to be the centerpiece of the human civilization is nothing more than a hypocritical assault on logic. The premise that humans are in someway smarter and less barbaric than other animals is somewhat flawed in my opinion. We are probably the only animals on planet earth that have sat down and intricately authored our own destruction ... We made our peace with death and came to realize that life was a much more formidable foe.

A very slippery slope: The Trotsky predicament

The turbulent history of humans and humanity is filled with epic tales of gain and loss. Regardless of ones moral, social, or political convictions, we all have at least one historical event that we view with pride and nostalgia. whether 10 or 1000 years ago, historical events that we strongly relate to are often offset by tragedy caused by strategic blunders. Responses to these historical events (or the lack of it) has often been the subject of great debate and contention. "Did they do enough" "did they do too much" are questions that often arise. Drawing a conclusion on many of these events is in my opinion a very slippery slope, What gave rise to an analogy i call the Trotsky predicament.

Many have argued (including myself) that rationally reasoning with an irrational man reflects the ultimate form of irrationality on the part of the proponents of such action. The concept of balanced negotiation and the dynamics of democratic principles would have meant nothing to Stalin and thus Leon Trotsky should have, in true defense of his Marxist ideologies, confronted and neutralized Stalin while he had the power to(considering the fact that He held command of the red army until the rise of Stalin). Others might stand in sharp contrast to the above affirmations claiming that loyalty to ones fundamental principles remains paramount to the individual`s true moral and ethical stance. Thus, despite Stalin`s subsequent reign of terror and derailment of the fundamental essence of the revolution , Trotsky remains vindicated by history.

Edmund Burke is often quoted as saying "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Since i personally contend that it is extremely difficult to uphold a single definition of "good" or "evil", I prefer to modify this quote as "the only thing necessary for the triumph of one side is the failure of the opposing side to act appropriately in response" ... This I believe to be very true. Therefore, the ultimate judgment of Trotsky and people of his likes will lie in how we choose to define "act appropriately in response". Do we see the "stick to the basic and fundamental values even in view of dire consequences" policy as an appropriate response, or do we see the more flexible "if they choose to threaten my peaceful conduct with a knife i will respond with a bazooka" policy as an appropriate response ?

In the light of darkness: a case for an alcohol state

Take away love, take away peace, take away sanity, take away joy, take away life, take away hope, all i beg of you is to give me truth. This is my final assertion, the ultimate resolve of a questionable hypothesis, the prevailing thought of a revered principle, the central thesis of an illusive question. Of all the intrinsic values that define humanity, truth should be defended in the highest esteem.

We are all actors and actresses. Indoctrinated zombies playing to the script. One can argue that manners, etiquette, protocol, customs, propriety, etc are all mechanisms that have actively served in propagandizing the greater human populace and creating an astonishing race of androids. However, that once in while, we see human beings under the influence of external substances that instigate them to completely throw caution to the wind. At that time you see man in all his barbaric splendor. Dancing around, puking, saying "hey man" to everybody ten million times in a row, doing everything against the dictates of the laws of propriety ... But at that point, in spite of all the physical "craziness", this is when we are truly human. No more actors, no more fakes and no more zombies.

Take away all the characteristics that give man any kind of intrinsic value, just give me truth. take away the zombies, the fakes and the actors, give me the drunks and the stoners. Despite all that "craziness", at least we can finally be human. So when our livers and lungs have collapsed right before we turn 30, let it be on the record that we died human and not zombie. So yea give me an alcohol state.