Tag: human condition

Morgan Le Fey

January 22, 2020

Recognize where my intentions lie by looking deep into my eyes, you will find I don’t disguise the things that others try to hide – I hate the lies, I hear the cries of all the lives they criticize while all they do is formalize and advertise how we should live and demonize the ones who try to ask them why. Why should I cover my eyes and take advice from all these guys who hate it when the people rise and reach for things they fantasize while spending all their time in ties telling us that they’re so wise but behind curtains womanize, destabilize, plagiarize and traumatize?

Look.

I don’t know if this writing thing will ever weave this thread a string. All I know, as theories go, is that there’s so much that we don’t know. Sure, I’m sure that if a show was something that I’d want to throw, I’d own the stage and make it known that what I say turns stop to go. Lighting fires – I live for this, and you what? I’d be remiss if I surrendered, gave the keys and lost my passion to the abyss. You think I’m hateful? Here’s a kiss. Im sorry if you think that this is something I do for the sys it’s not, I promise, look at this – my feelings all just reminisce.

There’s melancholy in this body, so much I hardly know what’s bliss. I’d take a guess but I confess that all my thoughts would be dismissed.

Where on Earth can I begin? Writing days and on weekend, every time I press the send my mind retreats to things I’ve penned. Words have taken hold on me, clutching every time I breathe. Owning every cry and plea and laying with me, comforting.

My mind’s the kind that can’t unwind it tries to see but knows it’s blind if God’s behind the mastermind who drew, outlined this humankind then sorry friend, his frame of mind was not aligned with what should be – I’m disinclined to get behind the too-refined for all my thoughts are unconfined.

That is to say, to Who I pray – I will not give my thoughts away. I will not let my heart betray the things which I have pledged to say. There’s too much I need to convey.

This mind is Arthur – they’re Le Fey.

Life’s True Journey

January 19, 2020

Calm yourself, come closer, near

For there’s a sound that I wish you to hear

Close your pretty eyes, love, and just try to listen in

Yes, I see you grinning to the tune of violin

Lay down the things around you

All the weight those shoulder’s bear

Step into my room, love

Shut out every single care

There is no world around us

Only you and me, tonight

And that’s how it will be, dear

Until the morning’s first daylight

Shed your inhibitions

There’s no cause for fright or fear

Relax, let go of life

Think of only what’s in here

Seize this window, as it calls

For life, it’s far too brief

It’s not about the race, you see

It’s love for every leaf

Know what truly matters, love

Put down the plate and knife

Take my hand and join me

Help me walk this path of life

Brothers in Arms

January 13, 2020

You ask me, why spend life so bottled in?

Why not go out, enjoy the world?

I’ll tell you love, here, come right in

But first let me untie what’s curled

Sometimes we want to get away

Forgetting what we saw

Others, they just prance and play

Not knowing how we’ll someday fall

What year did we decide was right?

What point as freedom calls?

There is no glory in this fight

But blood will paint it’s walls

There is a silence, among men

That doesn’t speak a word

Instead they stand there, brother, friend

And nothing can be heard

It’s out there, yes, it’s out there so

If we could only reconcile

Remember us, who fought, you know

Who walked with you, all of the while

Fly Away

January 11, 2020

If you saw her true interior

Past the toughened, hard exterior

Saw the sadness and the fear in her

Youd’ve never said those things

Every day she stays devout

And keeps her calm as you just shout

Of things you know nothing about

Blinded by the hate it brings

Granted taken, you have done

Oblivious that she’s the one

Who raised your daughter, and your son

As you tied the same old strings

Never knowing why or how

So holier, she was than thou

Your every sin, she did allow

While treating you like lords and kings

Ignorance is bliss, they say

But one day she’ll leave you away

She’ll see that there’s no cause to stay

And fine’ly, grow her wings

Facts Are Few

December 22, 2019

Facts are few, but they just may

Be everything we talk today

Your word. His word. Her word. Theirs.

No one seems to understand the realness of current affairs

Logic is illogical when numbers mean nothing no more

All that matters is the playbook that they carry to the floor

It’s funny, right? Cause here, tonight

We’ll sit here as these drinks we pour

Watching wasteful Washington while they decide what to explore

Get it I don’t, but the message is clear

The hatred’s infectious, one direction to steer

I don’t know why they won’t let the guy just finish things he sought to do

The parchment that defined our world was written for us, me and you

I pray that some day we’ll acknowledge all the things we came here for

Living life how we’re supposed to without all the need for war

I digress, it’s hope I guess, that’s what we want in our core

But sadly battles, still un-rattled, seem to bloody this white floor

Cooperation

December 21, 2019

Are you real? No, are you real?

Are you the things you say you feel?

Are you the things you talk about

Or are you just another spout

Fountains flowing, they look nice, but if you shook and rolled the dice, would you be the same person if I looked once when I looked twice? Faking life yeah, it’s a vice, but let me give you some advice. Take all of these personalities and make them more concise.

No one likes to look at something they can’t make an image of. Don’t portray the things we play, just wear what fits you like a glove. If you do they’ll know you’re true and you won’t have to act above. Life is so much easier when push does not become a shove.

Words are wisdom, yes it’s true

So how does it apply to you?

I’m despising advertising, such a wicked game they play. Thinking they control the minds of people that they sell today. Money talks, we know it walks, but there’s so much else to convey. If we understood what matters they’d be worthless with no pay.

Power is given, it never is earned

Powers provided by people unlearned

You are the confidant, you are the doubt

You are the one they’re all talking about

You hold their outcome, their relevance too

They’re only significant because of you

Take back your power, take back your fight

Take back the things that you know are what’s right

Nothings accomplished with one idle hand

So come, join together, we can all make a stand

Communicate

November 1, 2019

Ravens speak darkness while Frost speaks of snow

But tormented minds share a likeness, you know

Rather than rhythm repeating tempo

I’ll ink what I think as the rules I let go

Words are not wisdom they’re just thoughts that we think

And letters are naught but concepts that you shrink

Shrink into something that conveys a wink

Or some other thing that makes minds start to sync

Language, invented, is a thing that as we

Have all come together and seem to agree

That “this” can mean “that” and that “him” can mean “he”

Or “she” could mean “you” and the person you’ll be

All that we know was created by one

One single person who first said “I’m done”

Done with the guessing, who said “It’s begun,

Beginning today, ‘tis where we are from”

Their tribe founded reason, and logic, indeed

From then to forever, these words we now heed

And so twas’ the birth of this language we read

To finally find all these words that we need

If letters and numbers, or words din’t exist

Then chaos would still reign so high in our midst

Alas, we can speak now, our lips have been kissed

If not for this language, our thoughts would be missed

Vanity

September 19, 2019

Fame is not what it once was

It did not do what it now does

The days of old are gone at last

For that which was has long since passed

Those who seek its key and door

Do not know what they’re fighting for

Expecting glee, they rush inside

And loneliness is all they find

They dream of being on a stage

But empty inkwells pen no page

An audience can not do good

If there’s no message understood

Long ago, we fought for pride

Yet now we all know, deep inside

That those who chase for naught but me

Seek nothing more than vanity

Grayest of Blue Skies

August 23, 2019

Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love

If capable, I’m even of

At night I lay down, just to think

My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink

I wonder if it could be me

Or if I’m just melancholy

I wonder if there’s one out there

Whose minds like mine, and too aware

Too conditioned to the hate

And all the things we tolerate

Yet things that tame monsters of men

I know I want, but don’t know when

Parted it is, this cobbled road

I can’t decide which way to go

The burdens that all lie within

They are my all, my everything

My masts are pain; my tears, the wind

And even though I know I’ve sinned

They set and move me forward, so

This helm I hold, I’ll ne’er let go

I want to be at ease, again

Forget the places that I’ve been

I want my thoughts to go away

And rejoin me another day

I miss the life I knew before

That hides behind my younger door

I miss the times when all I knew

Was happiness, and things I’d do

I want to start it all again

I want to meet my lifelong friend

I want to do the things that I

Would dream when looking at night’s sky

Watching stars all dance around

With the one I fine’ly found

I long for such a deep embrace

I care not for the time, or place

The clouds above, they start to gray

And hide the things I want to say

Their darkness fogs what things might be

And dims the light that’d set me free

It’s Up to Us

August 22, 2019

I can’t explain the pain I feel

I can’t explain the hurt He deals

I can’t explain why sad has come

I can’t explain what He has done

So sorely do I wish to know

Are we just threads that He can sew?

Are we just pieces on a board?

Are we unnoticed to our Lord?

I lay as tears fall from my face

I long so badly for a place

Where we could live, without concern

For who knows who, how much you earn

I long for that one truthful day

When hatred’s told to go away

Where peace and love are all we need

Where kindness reigns, instead of greed

‘Tis woe to fall upon deaf ears

But when we look at all our years

We’ve never taken all the good

And celebrated, as we should

This is our chance, please say it’s so

Please tell me that you’ve let it go

That you, at last, can see the sign

And that these views? They all align

Love all others, even when

They find a reason to condemn

Please, stop the fighting, stop the fright

And change the world for good, tonight

The World is Run by Psychopaths…and They’re Too Stupid to Realize It

August 21, 2019

Alrighty. I’m going to begin this here blog entry with a disclaimer – this is probably going to sound crazy to a lot of you. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that. So let me first begin by saying the following:

People, as we all know, tend to be predictable.

It isn’t exactly rocket science to spend a bit of time with a person and, after awhile, gain the ability to anticipate their reaction(s) to a particular situation and/or event. It’s pretty much common sense for anyone capable of recognizing patterns and processes at, say, a fifth grade level, right?

Right.

So taking this not-so-revolutionary realization into account, I’d like to apply it to a specific group of people. A group, as I’m sure you’re all aware by now, that does, in fact, exist. What group is this, you ask?

The Illuminati.

Oh yeah. You heard me. I said it. Say it with me, will you?

The Illuminati.

Ahhh. Much better. See, now that we’ve gotten the hard part out of the way (mutually acknowledging their existence), we can now discuss them in a meaningful way. And before you ask me to get into the nitty gritty, the answer is “I don’t know”. I have absolutely no idea who, on an individual basis, runs and controls these things. What I do know, however, is that my radar of common sense hasn’t failed me thus far in life, and if I am to consider the inordinate amount of research and legitimate, academically-motivated research into the topic I’ve done – well, it leads to only one conclusion. A conclusion, of course, that points to the unavoidable reality that the world is managed, administered, and sometimes picked apart by a hyper-intelligent, coordinated group of individuals who commonly embody sociopathic characteristics.

That is to say, they couldn’t care less about you.

Am I crazy for thinking this? Sure, perhaps I am. But between you and me, let me say something.

I’m not.

As a matter of fact, I consistently maintain an Uber rating in the upper 4.9’s, and any waiter or waitress, ever, will attest to the fact that I always tip at least 20%. Know why? Because I actually enjoy the benefits of being a decent human being (another disclaimer, I wasn’t this way until my mother passed four years ago). Basically, I’m forced to be as benevolent as I possibly can in order to fulfill a promise I made to an adored parent of mine as I held her hand for the last time as she laid on her literal death bed. So it’s become somewhat of a necessity for me to try and mitigate such evil-doing in whatever capacity I can.

Yes. I have committed my life to that one, very simple cause.

But back to the point. Do your own research of course, but for those who don’t have time to trek on down the rabbit hole, I’m sorry; you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. In fact, remember that speech JFK gave not long before he was snuffed out? You know the one I’m talking about. It pretty much laid it all out in the open for you (speaking of which, don’t ever let a sincere leader like him be silenced without a resounding response-in-kind).

Here’s the cliff-note version for anyone who might need it.

“We are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day.

It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. 

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.“

United States President John F. Kennedy

Long story short, he was literally trying to tell you guys about the Illuminati. That might be classified as paraphrasing, but the point remains. I mean let’s be real here, you can’t just brush off whatever it was that influenced the aforementioned words from being read on national television. Because those words are not, in any way whatsoever, complicated. This man was very clearly calling out some seriously nefarious shit.

So what’s the point?

Well, the point is this: turns out, those people aren’t all that smart after all. In fact, it’s a bit laughable when you really sit down and consider it. Just take a quick look at them and ask yourself: what is the one thing that none of them seem to be able to stand? It isn’t hitting them in their pocketbooks. No, that’s not it at all.

It’s their ego.

Yup. Once again, it really is that simple. I guarantee you that if you randomly plucked a hundred of these mega-wealthy, super powerful “elites” from their strongholds in the Hamptons or elsewhere and asked them what the most important thing in life is to them, ninety-nine of them would say its to have an ever-lasting impact on the world so their name might carry on as a beacon of all that is good in the universe.

In other words…remember me.

And that’s just it. To understand why these people do the things they do, you have to be able to think like them. That’s what being a grandmaster at chess is all about, no? You have to know your enemy. And I hate to say this, but that’s exactly what these people who are above you on the socio-economic ladder are: they’re your enemies. Why? Well, that’s the Animal Kingdom for you. No one wants to see someone else rise above them, so they try their damnedest to maintain their foothold on the top of your head as you struggle to climb your way to the top.

It’s common sense stuff, and it’s about time you start waking up to it.

So please…start thinking about this stuff. That’s all I ask. I’m fully aware that we all look at the world, see how shitty it is, and just shrug our shoulders because of how daunting it is to imagine changing it. But you know what? Someone has to, or we’re going to be shrugging our shoulders for all eternity.

We can control our destiny, if only we believe in ourselves. For the last time, it really is that simple. It’s going to have to start by controlling the idiots who are in charge at the moment. And the way to do that is So. Freaking. Obvious. I promise you, they really aren’t nearly as smart as they try and make themselves out to be. Just steer them by their egos. That’s it. Because none of them want to be remembered as “History’s Shittiest World Leader”. The power is within you. For the sake of us all…

Start using it.

The Looking Tree

August 20, 2019

Some things are just not meant to be

Even though the Looking Tree

Might help us, save us, spare our time

And calm us down as we unwind

It is so peaceful, yes it’s so

For if you wonder how it glows

It gets its magic from the faith

Of all who banished wicked wraith

This love, it is not carved in stone

But when you lay down, all alone

You wish for that which is not there

If only life was not unfair

And so that’s how the story goes

We cannot change it, I suppose

It hurts so much to love within

But it hurts more to hide in sin

Yes, the leaves are drifting, free

They tend to do so in the breeze

Take just one step, simple, see?

The beauty of this Looking Tree

Checkmate

August 19, 2019

I do not claim to be the best

I compete not with all the rest

The things I write are not for fun

It’s to unload this loaded gun

As tensions rise, so do our acts

And if you look at all the facts

You’ll see that nothing ever changed

That things were simply rearranged

The problems that we face today

Are all as old as seers say

It isn’t you, it isn’t me

It’s that we’ll always disagree

Tis’ the issue that we face

And if we ever found a space

Which let us mend our broken bond

A place where we can correspond

Perhaps I’d get it, and you would too

That pointing fingers, saying “you”

Does not contribute anything

But wasted words held on a string

A string that’s frayed, and so decayed

It hardly holds this day and age

So cease the fighting, calling names

Do not be pawns in twisted games

Writing Wrongs

August 18, 2019

The outcome’s not what you intended

You were sincere, yet they’re offended

As if your points had all been bended

At the speech you gave tonight

Careful now, who you’ve befriended

That party, of which you attended

Played their games, as they pretended

They were behind you in this fight

By now, for sure you’ve comprehended

To play this game, ‘tis recommended

Hide your morals, they’re suspended

For fairness can’t compete with might

That judge’s chair, it’s unattended

No gavel there, our ethics ended

This world we’ve made, place we’ve tended

Can’t tell wrong, from what we write

A Life Unfiltered

August 9, 2019

Stop all of this judgment

Please, cease all of the hate

It’s okay to like attention

And it’s fine that’s who you date

Misery loves it’s company

Spiteful comments are it’s mate

The genuine embrace truth

And don’t live a life that’s fake

It changes one’s perspective

Embracing positivity

Shedding stresses that are caused

By worrying constantly

If someone doesn’t like you

For who you truly are

Just laugh at such a closed mind

Say only “au revoir”

Perhaps it was their raising

Or an absent mom or dad

Though likely mere resentment

Happiness they’ll never have

So live without a filter

Time is short upon this Earth

Don’t let such thieves of joy

Cast doubt on your self-worth

Politics Dehumanize Us, and Everything Needs to Change

August 6, 2019

I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is.

I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try to run things as if they know what they’re doing. And just look at them. We’ve got a bunch of rich, silver-spoon-fed politicians trying to tell us how we should be reacting to the fact that dozens of us…we, the NORMAL human beings in society…were slaughtered over the weekend.

I’m sorry, but if I hear one more out of touch, tone-deaf politician try to tell me I should vote for them because they’ll solve this shit, I’m going to scream. And that’s the delicate, “I can post this publicly” version of what I’d do.

I’m fed up, and I bet you are too.

We’re beyond the point of politics, people. This is real life we’re dealing with here. We’re at a point where you literally can’t even walk into a Walmart without having a fleeting concern in the back of your head that’s scoping out the escape paths if some maniac decides to shoot the place up.

It’s ridiculous.

So how do we solve it? Well, we don’t. This is just one of life’s shitty hands it tends to deal. In fact, I imagine we’re going to be dealing with this garbage for quite some time, until we can stop throwing rocks at each other, swallow our damn pride, and GET THE FUCK ALONG.

And that goes for everyone. It doesn’t matter what color you are, what god you do or do not believe in, how much money you make, how popular you are, or any other demographic you’d like to throw in. ALL OF US need to cut the shit and stop letting this godforsaken 1 percent keep playing us for the idiots we are.

Because yes, that’s exactly what is happening here in America.

You, me, and every other person you know that’s not sitting on a golden-laced cushion has allowed a manipulative, deceitful group of elitist assholes to shape and mold our minds into such jello that they have us all fighting each other. So STOP IT. Stop fighting your neighbors and start realizing that the entire structure of our society is rigged to benefit the riggers. I’m done trying to veil such revolutionary thoughts and ideas behind a fictional narrative. Yes, I admit it. Continuity is a story about humanity changing our entire social structure and was written in an attempt to subconsciously make people consider possible alternatives to the current status quo. But we’re past that now. Fiction isn’t good enough. This is it.

THINGS. HAVE. TO. CHANGE.

And I mean everything. I’m not joking. We have the internet now. We can all communicate. So why in the hell are we sitting back, allowing these SOCIOPATHS that we call “world leaders” to steer us in whatever direction they want?

Think about this, people. I’m not telling you to throw in the towel at work tomorrow and cash out your 401(k). I’m asking you to consider potential alternatives. GET THE DIALOGUE GOING, for the love of God. As a society, we have 2019 hardware but we’re operating on 1995 software. We HAVE THE TOOLS to change things, drastically.

Listen. I fully understand that we’re all accustomed to the lovely checks and balances that make up our equally lovely government. But times have changed. We don’t really need you anymore, Mr. Representative. Because when we created your role in life, the only way we could exchange ideas was via a freaking horse. And ya know what? Horses are slow af. Comparing them to what we have now, that is. So sure, I guess it made sense to cherry pick one of you guys from the bunch to go chat with other such persons of fortune in order to create the rules we’re all supposed to play by. Because trying to cram a million people in a town hall meeting would suck. Duh. But now? Now we don’t need to rely on one (usually corrupt) human to share our voices. We can do it ourselves!! Bet your horse jockeys are jealous of that, eh? So yeah. Point is, if the masses actually came together and created a fair, balanced way of life, we could rid ourselves of the cesspool we’re currently trying to tolerate.

Here’s an example.

What’s that you say? We need to decide if you can abort after x months? Well why don’t we put a vote up on this brand new internet voting program where folks can actually contribute their voice directly without the need for some power-hungry “diplomat” inaccurately relaying our world views?

Yup. It really could be that simple. All we have to do is agree on it. No guns, no tea parties, no beheadings. Just…mutually beneficial cooperation which gives most legislative power to small communities or city-states. This Federal thing? Why don’t we just let them take care of the reeeeal big concerns, like war and protecting the homeland and stuff. That would be a government for the people, don’t you think?

Again, please listen. The ball of change has to start rolling eventually. Simple as that. So how about we declare it right now? Here, tonight. This 5th of August, 2019.

Share this. Talk about this stuff. CARE enough to stop arguing, come together as a population and iron out the kinks that have been tormenting us since the time when the first asshole riding a camel decided that inventing some kind of control mechanism called money would be an easy way to rule the world. Yes. Consider it declared:

The Revolutiaball has begun to roll.

I, along with millions of other sane, reasonable humans, beg you…keep it rolling.

Taken for Granted

August 3, 2019

Taken for Granted

Hang on, you can’t be serious

You’re on something, delirious

That lady who was here? He just

Left without a word

I saw that things got out of hand

No one saw that coming, and

It’s obvious this wasn’t planned

But arguments were heard

Instead of making peace, amend

For reasons I can’t comprehend

Even though he’s her boyfriend

On her, he put the blame

He didn’t stop to wonder if

Twas his unbending thoughts t’were stiff

He’d sooner jumped right off love’s cliff

Than tarnish his own name

And so that’s how the story goes

It’s one which everybody knows

‘Cause everybody fakes a pose

To play this same old game

Can’t Make Sense of It

August 1, 2019

It is not her. It is not me. It is not that we disagree. It is that we just both live free and that’s how we will always be.

It is not me. It is not you. ‘Cause this is what we’ll always do. We’ll always chase a heart thats true and love the ones that we’re into.

I don’t know why. You don’t know why. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die. We’ll do this ‘till the day we die unless somehow we stop our mind.

Stop it from the world, you see. Because we’re all, at times, lonely. Because at times we sit and need to feel like “me” can become “we”.

But then we change. Why do we change? Why do we need to rearrange? Why do we feel the need to make what should feel normal now feel strange?

I do not know. I hate it, though. I hate that we all reap what everybody knows is sowed.

It’s all the same. It’s just a game. It’s just a game that we all play. And though we play we all will say we hate the day that it was made.

That the ones who wrote the rules were nothing more than tired fools but still, when that old whistle blows, we fall in line; that’s how it goes.

This game, you will not ever get.

Admit…you can’t make sense of it.

Educated

July 27, 2019

What makes someone an expert? What gives them their authority?

I think about this all the time, is it worth asking or is it me?

This ink professed a better education than professors ever did

Words I write and read have taught me more than schools did as a kid

Sit in this seat. Write these words. Learn things you will never use.

Conform or this world will reject you, then you’ll fail and you will lose.

Lose your chances, slam the doors, forfeit opportunities

As if the only path to happiness is on your hands and knees

This isn’t what He meant to make when anvils forged the world created

Its not the life that should be lived, if accurate, the scrolls translated

All that matters in this realm is how we spend the time He gives

All that matters is the way a person acts, and how he lives

So why do we get caught up in the judgment, how we’re procreated?

Our circumstances are random, and so is how we’re educated

Starving

June 26, 2019

He said, she said, this don’t really need said

All that matters is who you become

When camera feeds dead

I know, you know, do you really think though?

Do you really think you know the person

That’s on this show?

I doubt, you doubt, things they claim they’re about

Everyone has seen it done they never

Do what’s spelled out

What’s that? Well, Matt, maybe you should look at

All the promises they made and how to make a bureaucrat

He said, she said, sincerity, it seems dead

All we have is those who give us words when all we need’s bread