On The For The Real Talk? Part 2: I Want To Be Able To Live...

So this is going to be a little different form my last post in this segment. This time I am going to spew stuff in a non-sequitur poetic format. It's going to be more of a rant, I mean It's more of a soul clearing thing, I guess lol. But here it goes. A basic synopsis, it's about how we aren't really living, because we aren't.

Click the link for the long but powerful and perplex poem :]

Let Me Vent

Let Me Get It All Out Now

Let Me Forever Say What I Need To Say And Have My Peace

I NEED TO BREATHE

LET ME BREATHE

I'm Tired Of the eternal choking

LET ME BREATHE

This World is too small yet too large

My Air is Polluted by your lies and malignant energy

I have no need for beauty when I'm clouded with Your UGLY

I dream of a day when I can look into the sky and say

"It's Alright Baby, It's Alright"

Whose Baby?

Why Baby?

Your LIES killed MY BABY

The Baby of Energy

The Baby of Life

Joy

HAPPINESS

When I close my eyes I am plagued by Nightmares

DOES THAT MAKE ME INSANE

The blood and screams of millions fill my head

I can feel the shackle even now as I write this

LET ME BREATHE

I CAN'T BREATHE

What does breathing matter to the deaf, blind, and dumb

I am Blind because you make me

I am Deaf because you plague my ears with nonsense

NONSENSE

The 7 wonders of the world mean nothing

I mean Nothing

Higher being?

There is one

or 12

Why do ALL dogs go to Heaven?

Even the fat lying ones?

I dream of green and blue fields

I dream of flowers

I dream of life

of kindness

of happiness

but then I realize as I take one relaxing sigh and inhale

that I choke

WHY CAN'T I BREATHE

I want to be alive

I want to be free to be me

to be real

to be HUMAN

You are my prosecutor and my martyr

Come with your key

come bare witness to the shaking mass of flesh that is I

Color COLORS!

I see no colors but the world is not monochrome

It is not clear

it is all fog, fog and dirt and deceit and defecation

I want to see beauty

WHAT IS BEAUTY

can you tell me, for I have never seen it

Beauty is not in me

If I cut my arm it is not blood I see

It is oil

Black BLACK OIL

IS this what I am worth

Am I worth the price of OIL?

Oil will not work your vile machines

We do

Who is we

We are not alive or real

we dream in fiction

we live in fiction

look at the fiction

fiction is friction of the desolate consumption 
and oh how we consume

CONSUME WHAT?

PUTRID, GLUTTONOUS LIES!

That is it

Hold my hand and tell me it's all alright

I will NEVER believe you

But your lies bring comfort

FOR I WANT AND I WISH

BUT I NEVER OBTAIN

Society has not deemed me socially acceptable

Shall I jump of my building Now? 

Or Later?

I am Outcast, hear my BARF

I barf at your fictional belief of a bipartisanship

Why is Russia viewable from my house when I live in Nowhere?

I Can't See the stars

WHERE are the STARS?!?

Your light is polluting me

LET ME BREATHE

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO

OR SAY

JUST FIND A WAY

find a way

Judge me on a platter

I know thine alma mater

"Lies Lies

Die Die

You aren't real"

CLANK CLUNK BOOM

That was a nuclear Bomb

DESTROYING YOUR SANITY

Oh yeah

too FUCKING late

and the sun

THE SUN

When it explodes

the world will already be gone

because you abused her

Earth that is

she's hurting

I bleed with her

I choke with her

WE CAN'T BREATHE

Let me spring fin and tail

and lie in the abyss

Steam

steam

Now open your eyes,

open my eyes,

What is there left to say

what is there left to do?

Breathing...

slowly....

never actually taking in anything

I wish I was free

I wish I could breathe

The END
Perhaps you should listen to this song, it helps a little to get my frustration
Bjork ft Thom Yorke - "I've Seen It All"