Free Flow

(Disclaimer: This is a free form written poem, no structure, no sense, if you think that anything that is written here concerns to you, it doesnt sorry. I just felt like writting anything that came to mind, if it offends anyone i’m sorry it wasnt my intention)

As defiant as the tyrant may be to the conforming rules that surround his everyday path in life. As blasphemous as it may be for a holy man to accept the fact his religion is a lie. Two such opposites are the one’s i face everytime i wake, the resonating excuses that many have laid infront of me, the simplistic thoughts that so many have shown to have towards me. The rage is felt within me so much, how could people that have hurt so much go untouched by karma, how could it be that they dodge the same pain the so eloquently release unto others.

Life has a weird way of petruding its unintelligent designs unto people who never had a chance to choose. The begger always seems to have the ability that the rich man lacks, the loser always has more potential than the winner, the lackey has more drive than the boss.

Have you ever thought about a past different than the one that you lived? had you ever been plagued by what if’s? dont you wish you could just drill a hole into your heart and brain and ooze out all of those memories of heartache and mind control that plague every single inch of grey matter that exists inside you?

I dream weird dreams now, i felt myself indulging in the sins i never thought i would, i see myself holding a man by his throat and explaining to him detail after detail of how it is i will make death come to him. His face is not visible to me but i know this person, a hate so uncontrollable eminates from my being and an aura begins to build around him, slowly exasperating him, unabeling him to breathe. I drive my hand into his heart and crush it with my bear hands, i feel happiness as i see his eyes slowly turn to black. And then the figure changes, its no longer a man but a woman, and as i see what i have done i find myself crying in front of her, but subconcsiouly knowing that what i had done had to be done.

Those eyes are there staring at me again, judging my every move, my every word, how could such simplistic minds dare judge me? How can a fucking begger dare judge a king…these stupid people and their simplistic remarks, how silly it is that they actually think they matter in this world. If they only knew they hold no difference on anyone’s life, not even to their own blood.
Yet it hurts, how could they hurt me? How could a mere human hurt a God? how can words hurt he who creates them, he who nurtures them, he who treasures them. How could your own ability be turned against you, and be turned into your own worst curse.

I find myself following the golden spiral into the perfect circle withing my mind, a palce where recycled ideas and repetitive remarks reign supreme over new and innovative thoughts for a future that seems will never come, since the past and present are so beautifully intertwined neither wishes to let go, its like a whirlwind has entered this unfound reality, so called life.