I am just a speck,
amongst a million other specks
trapped in the fabric of time
which holds us
binds us,
in it's unyielding folds
with no power of which to stop it's course
no way to alter fate
the fate given to us in our first moments of life
that fateful day the die was cast
and where it fell gave you your beginning
no choice but to follow the command
thrust into this life,
but is it a life worth living
having no control of your fate
each life begins the same
with a birth of chance,
and ends the same
with one last dance
Deaths cold kiss to welcome you back
but back to where
into the unknown
into this fabric,
this timeless existence
what really then is the point
I'm merely a speck
among millions of specks
what difference is made,
when a speck rises above the rest
tries to reach the sky above
none
the speck, though as hard as it will push
will always be swept back into the sea
back into the waves
Time will always come crashing down
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
We Are Not Equals
All Men are Not Created Equal
There really is no such thing as equality.
Simply put, because all men are Not created equal
We are each born with different strengths and different weaknesses.
Some are stronger or faster, while others have a higher level of intellect.
Some are born beautiful, others deformed, or born sickly or feeble.
People are born white, or brown, or black, or any variation of ethnicity
People are born into poverty or wealth, not by choice of their own, but
simply because of how the die was cast as they were born.
and because of these facts we as humanity discriminate one against another.
we disagree, we fight, we struggle. And that is why we progress.
Without struggle to be the best, no one would have cause to push harder,
to push further, or to develop new ideas. Because there wouldn't be a reason to.
Without the need to succeed. Progress will stop.
and without that progress, life will become a stagnant wasteland.
Without any future at all.
Many times we hear about nations who have decided to give an equal distribution of wealth to citizens,
whatever that wealth may be. All that creates is a nation of laziness. Sure there will still be those who work hard. But there will be far more who don't see the point. Who decide, that regardless of the effort that they put in, since they will receive the same either way, they decide not to put in any effort. Let others do their work, because it's not convenient. It's not what they want to do, so they aren't going to.
Progress stops, nations fail. We as a race cease to have real meaning to our lives.
We teach the children of today, that it doesn't matter whether we win or lose, as long as we try. We hand out participation medals and ribbons like candy, saying "You didn't win? That's okay, you tried, and that's all you can do." But that's a load of LIES! If we continue to broad cast the message that as long as we try, it doesn't matter the result, the future will devour them. They will, no, They already now believe that they deserve this or that, without putting in the real work needed to have earned it. You don't deserve anything unless you put forth your own effort, and fight for it and earn it yourself
We are Not all equal, and because of that inequality We Must Struggle! We Must Compete
and the unfaltering march of progress Must continue,
Inequality is not wrong, the false sense of entitled equality is
Evolution is continuous
That is the only way we'll continue to advance steadily into the future.
There really is no such thing as equality.
Simply put, because all men are Not created equal
We are each born with different strengths and different weaknesses.
Some are stronger or faster, while others have a higher level of intellect.
Some are born beautiful, others deformed, or born sickly or feeble.
People are born white, or brown, or black, or any variation of ethnicity
People are born into poverty or wealth, not by choice of their own, but
simply because of how the die was cast as they were born.
and because of these facts we as humanity discriminate one against another.
we disagree, we fight, we struggle. And that is why we progress.
Without struggle to be the best, no one would have cause to push harder,
to push further, or to develop new ideas. Because there wouldn't be a reason to.
Without the need to succeed. Progress will stop.
and without that progress, life will become a stagnant wasteland.
Without any future at all.
Many times we hear about nations who have decided to give an equal distribution of wealth to citizens,
whatever that wealth may be. All that creates is a nation of laziness. Sure there will still be those who work hard. But there will be far more who don't see the point. Who decide, that regardless of the effort that they put in, since they will receive the same either way, they decide not to put in any effort. Let others do their work, because it's not convenient. It's not what they want to do, so they aren't going to.
Progress stops, nations fail. We as a race cease to have real meaning to our lives.
We teach the children of today, that it doesn't matter whether we win or lose, as long as we try. We hand out participation medals and ribbons like candy, saying "You didn't win? That's okay, you tried, and that's all you can do." But that's a load of LIES! If we continue to broad cast the message that as long as we try, it doesn't matter the result, the future will devour them. They will, no, They already now believe that they deserve this or that, without putting in the real work needed to have earned it. You don't deserve anything unless you put forth your own effort, and fight for it and earn it yourself
We are Not all equal, and because of that inequality We Must Struggle! We Must Compete
and the unfaltering march of progress Must continue,
Inequality is not wrong, the false sense of entitled equality is
Evolution is continuous
That is the only way we'll continue to advance steadily into the future.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Who Am I?
Who am I?
A fantasy in my thought
Story book of my mind
My web of emotion I'm caught
Is who I believe I am
The person that you see?
Am I real
Can you really see me?
I am who I decide to be
My thoughts, my ideals
That's what makes me,
That's what's real
The world and I
Don't quite Coincide
When I'm out amongst others
The real me I'm forced to hide
Pushed by social norms
What's accepted by public view
Their sight being quite narrow
Unwilling to bend to things new
So I ask again
Who is it you see?
The one I believe I am?
Can you really see me?
A fantasy in my thought
Story book of my mind
My web of emotion I'm caught
Is who I believe I am
The person that you see?
Am I real
Can you really see me?
I am who I decide to be
My thoughts, my ideals
That's what makes me,
That's what's real
The world and I
Don't quite Coincide
When I'm out amongst others
The real me I'm forced to hide
Pushed by social norms
What's accepted by public view
Their sight being quite narrow
Unwilling to bend to things new
So I ask again
Who is it you see?
The one I believe I am?
Can you really see me?
Beyond Puppet strings
Why do I care
It's all just a game
I'm a piece on the board
Merely a number, without a name
No peace will i find
as I'm moved from place to place
Seeking my master's approval
To see the puppeteers face
He hides just out of view
watching, not doing
giving and taking
our heartache for the viewing
He is our creator
Or did we create him
Should we really have to bow
To his every whim?
If he was what we read him to be
He would take the time to care
and look after the suffering people
His lies we unfortunately share
We are in control
Not him, no puppet strings
We forge our own path
We fly on our own wings
He is our creator
Or did we create him
Should we really have to bow
To his every whim?
If he was what we read him to be
He would take the time to care
and look after the suffering people
His lies we unfortunately share
We are in control
Not him, no puppet strings
We forge our own path
We fly on our own wings
This world
This world has become a sickening scene
A place of selfishness and greed
Media masking the obscene
Images of children crying in need
Corruption's in the veins
A conspirator's tainted blood
Spilling innocent's in scarlet rains
A tidal wave, A flood
It's a cycle, a cycle of hate
What one has, another wants
The Greed of man is our greatest downfall
whether a country, a house, or a car
We see, We want, We HAVE to have it
Desire to be better than everyone else
rather than rejoicing in the success of those around you
do you get angry cause you haven't had the same success?
Do you feel because you aren't in the same place as someone else
That somehow that makes you less?
Why?
Why torture yourself?
You are you. They are Them.
There's a difference.
We each have our own paths to walk, our challenges to face
It's our choice whether we rise, or fall in disgrace.
Before all else, before rich, before poor
Separated into different clans
Alone we can't deny our core
We are simply Human
It doesn't have to be this way,
This isn't who we are
A place of selfishness and greed
Media masking the obscene
Images of children crying in need
Corruption's in the veins
A conspirator's tainted blood
Spilling innocent's in scarlet rains
A tidal wave, A flood
It's a cycle, a cycle of hate
What one has, another wants
The Greed of man is our greatest downfall
whether a country, a house, or a car
We see, We want, We HAVE to have it
Desire to be better than everyone else
rather than rejoicing in the success of those around you
do you get angry cause you haven't had the same success?
Do you feel because you aren't in the same place as someone else
That somehow that makes you less?
Why?
Why torture yourself?
You are you. They are Them.
There's a difference.
We each have our own paths to walk, our challenges to face
It's our choice whether we rise, or fall in disgrace.
Before all else, before rich, before poor
Separated into different clans
Alone we can't deny our core
We are simply Human
It doesn't have to be this way,
This isn't who we are
Birth
Birth
What's it Worth?
The start of life's Race?
Where we're all trying to find our place?
But what's the reason?
With no stopping the changing of the seasons
Every course leads to a finish line of death
That moment in the end, as we breathe in our last Breath
The life we lived flashes across our eyes
Seeing all our moments, the truths, the lies
The dreams we didn't fulfill
The goals we didn't make real
All the influence and power we gained
Lost to us now, soaked in a dying rain
Leaving the world as we came
With nothing left to our name
So again I ask, What's it worth?
Birth
What's it Worth?
The start of life's Race?
Where we're all trying to find our place?
But what's the reason?
With no stopping the changing of the seasons
Every course leads to a finish line of death
That moment in the end, as we breathe in our last Breath
The life we lived flashes across our eyes
Seeing all our moments, the truths, the lies
The dreams we didn't fulfill
The goals we didn't make real
All the influence and power we gained
Lost to us now, soaked in a dying rain
Leaving the world as we came
With nothing left to our name
So again I ask, What's it worth?
Birth
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Hindsight
Life created
Amongst a field of burning ash
Upon bodies of lies
Burning memories of the past
United at the start,
But soon divided
Torn between two worlds
The truth Never provided
Hindsight being
The clearest of visions
Seeing what could have been,
But what could never be.
Amongst a field of burning ash
Upon bodies of lies
Burning memories of the past
United at the start,
But soon divided
Torn between two worlds
The truth Never provided
Hindsight being
The clearest of visions
Seeing what could have been,
But what could never be.
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