Silence in the causeway of life

You really won't know what you're getting into until you're neck deep into it

A new place can be entirely foreign

And while it may seem nice like the warm interior of a warren

It's dark and barren

It fills your head with the ideals of kindness that rise above it all on the wings of a great   blue heron

Confidence soars and hope rekindles for the fact that you're surrounded by the people you        consider friends

Keeps that hope on the never ending spindle that is life.

But the string breaks in the dirt and dismay

Rubbed away by the shit of humanity that's coarse and grating that fucks with our mind And makes that shit look shiny

Like crows we gravitate

And obviate our doubts

Poised at the starting gate

Controlled by the magistrate

Taught what to think and feel and the feel?

Well it never goes away

The pain of the grating lies of humanity raking down my sides

Permeating my soul and destroying my heart

You try to go back

Back to the times and the rhymes of a world before that no longer registers your presence

You've slipped away beyond their gaze and into a haze that blocks off the mental           receptors

Of the defectors that had once called you friend

Now only fleeting conversation of the barest minimum to keep a meager bond of fake    fossilized friendship that fails to fly higher than 'oh hi'

You fall into yourself the dark shit stained world of your fear and self loathing

Coating you

Leaving your mind choking

Roaming in the broken coding that sears your irises in the smoking remnants of your                   sanity

All you can say to anyone is profanity driven by insanity

And vanity?

It says to never look up, to never see another person the same way as before,

In a false hope to protect what is left of your pride taken like a whore left to rot on the   ground floor of a building called war

We rationalize our ideas to justify our means that never cease to account for our own     misgivings

But the thing is you have to look up, you have to look up and to the sky

For if you don't, you'll have to let your family prepare for a prisoner of war killed by their           own mind

But if you do

If you look up and out of the choking darkness that seize the roots of your mind you'll see          light

A light that says you're all right

And it might

Hurt like the bright white wash of winters crystals

To the eyes of the blight that only sees well in the night

But the light can wash away the blight and invite so much more

I could say it gets better

But it won't always be that way

As much as we deny it or try to hide it the world is still covered in that polished shit that             we can barely escape it

But you can learn how to deal with it

To not allow that black kite to hold itself aloft over the bomb site of your fragile mind

You can learn to turn to that black blight and shout out

"Fuck you"

Because you're better than the blackness

Life sucks when you don't have talent

I feel like creativity is something that has become an enterprise rather than a form of expression unique to a person and to their talent and soul. Artists, musicians, and any person who does a creative work seem to be bound to an unwritten set of rules that are forced upon us with no choice in the matter.
I ask, why?
Why must we be forced to abide by a guideline of how we should and should not write? Why should all art be realistic? Has not some of the art you may have seen not be realistic in the slightest sense of the word but you are still undoubtably attracted to the piece? most likely you thought yes. Whether it be cartoon or surrealist ink blots on canvas, art is not something that can be graded and scored upon, but it always is.
Society now-a-days is built upon money and greed. We find every excuse to limit peoples choices in the world, and if you're not talented you're weeded out to do the menial tasks that the big wigs and prized talented people don't want to do. If you're not talented now we are told we will never be. If we don't figure out what we want to do for the rest of our menial grub fucking lives we are told we will never ammount to anything and that life will be fickel towards us.
And I can't say that what 'they' say isn't completely wrong. Life IS hard and will be hard unless we have some idea on where we want to go.


I realize that this post is probably a major downer on everyones day, but, you have to admit it is true.