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Post by The Final Rune on Jan 30, 2008 18:11:56 GMT -5
[white] Death by ApathyI'm sure my endless disenchanted nature is a by-product of the consumer driven me first America syndrome that is and has slowly infected every bleeding over raped orifice of our fragile little world, but that unfortunate ill begotten truth doesn't make my soulless malcontent any less detrimental to my very existence. So what if my internal clock is ticking away to a time forgotten in a world where time is money and money is everything and anything we look for as we all grasp like tree frogs desperate to cling to the soapy soaked oak of life we call ambition. Sure, I have a desire to broaden who and what I am, I want to be more, better, greater, greatest, but can I? Will it happen to me and my own? No. I will falter and I will fail because I am grounded by the inevitable path of self indulgent filler. I will reach for the remote to turn to the calming peace of neutral neutrality in the festering feed box of the world child screaming out for its 'boob tube'. Give me my  s my violence and my political scandal. Stuff my face on the food of society's woes and tribulations over just who is ing who, but gods forbid I learn anything beyond the local weather forecast. Tomorrow will by sunny with a chance for extended bull and back to you Tom with the news from the front line on the war that isn't a war because all we really want is your oil. It's an occupation of the soul in a world bent by desired self starvation. Do we seek out our inner spiritual sanctity from the cracker-jack box prize at the bottom of our caramel covered sin festival? Or do we fall from grace like the greasy burger that slipped off the spatula but its okay, we'll still serve it to our customers anyway; after all, what you don't know can only kill you. Is there a solution to the madness enveloping the way of life that was never truly 'like it was in the old days' because the old days were just as rotten as the mold that infests your lungs today, only back then we sure as hell did a better job of covering it up. No, I think not. I think thinking is a sport only played by the insane and the should-be-committed anymore and no one will listen to a crazy person. How does the world's death by apathy make you feel? Personally, I just want another beer because while its only temporary, its still a solution.[/white] |
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Post by doyleman on Jan 30, 2008 23:03:45 GMT -5
What?
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Post by Dungeon Warden on Jan 31, 2008 9:44:57 GMT -5
I think he's saying that the world is full of terrible conditions both on a large scale and in day to day life and everyone seems too apathetic to do anything about it. He wants to find his own place in the world but fears he will fail to make a difference and so is becoming apathetic himself.
It seems to be a human need to make bad things seem worse then they really are and to ignore or down play happy events. Get out of the house and find a hobby where you can socialize with people. If you can make one person's day better, you are making the world a better place. Don't worry that you will fail, act like you will succeed. A positive attitude can be a very powerful motivator for change.
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Post by doyleman on Jan 31, 2008 10:15:34 GMT -5
I see...
well... thats just silly imho.
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Post by The Final Rune on Jan 31, 2008 17:14:47 GMT -5
I think he's saying that the world is full of terrible conditions both on a large scale and in day to day life and everyone seems too apathetic to do anything about it. He wants to find his own place in the world but fears he will fail to make a difference and so is becoming apathetic himself. It seems to be a human need to make bad things seem worse then they really are and to ignore or down play happy events. Get out of the house and find a hobby where you can socialize with people. If you can make one person's day better, you are making the world a better place. Don't worry that you will fail, act like you will succeed. A positive attitude can be a very powerful motivator for change. [white]Thanks for making a real reply, unlike some people...  [/white] I see... well... thats just silly imho. [white]You fail. It's just random poetry.  at you. [/white] |
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Post by Doan the Nado on Feb 4, 2008 3:30:25 GMT -5
ing Awesome Rant, TFR. |
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Post by doyleman on Feb 4, 2008 19:54:51 GMT -5
i still fail at understanding it...  |
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Post by Doan the Nado on Feb 5, 2008 2:19:00 GMT -5
TFR... I have just the medicine for you:  |
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Post by The Final Rune on Feb 6, 2008 20:34:02 GMT -5
[white]A Lack of Heart
How do I let go of the hate infused to the soul? Fallen in a disgrace of perpetual failing and flailing about I find no solace in the comforts of conformity despite my predatory inclinations toward its soft embrace. Hiding in the memories forgotten to the eternal tick tock tick tock passage of time I see the worlds I’ve left behind in my exodus of the soul. Should I stay and repent from demons of my vice or pray for the divine blessing of a god forsaken by man and his kind? My rhyme has lost is pressure in era where the passion for disdain and destruction reign supreme over the everyday thoughts and dreams of the hopeless. What vile tyranny has so corrupted the innocence in the hearts of the children of man? I feed on the depravity and degradation of societies forbidden taboos reaching further and further into the oubliette of damnation in a desperate desire to satiate my gluttonous fantasies. How far down the spiral of complete self inflicted sadness does the rabbit hole really go? Are you Alice or the Mad Hatter in a play for the rights to advertise your nation’s propaganda across the swollen bellies of those left out to rot? I scream out, open the door, open the door, and let me free into the air of serenity and sincerity of a world where right is correct and wrong is not the passive normality of everyday saints and sinners. I can’t break from my prison without bars across the sea of doubt and denial that permeates into the pores of my hardened heart and mind. Is this just routine examination of the fallout associated with the unavoidable lack of truth or could it be the return of a much more sinister past where things only appear to be tranquil soft and peaceful but secretly the ninjas are plotting my defeat. Of course everyone knows that ninjas don’t plot defeat they only assassinate the hope of the lords that strive to live and breathe in a time set apart from the hate and remorse that fills every waking moment of my day. Break free break out break lose and let the harbingers of doom and false salvation speak forth in the tongues of snakes and liars at the altars of gods and men alike. For if we truly are in the image of the holy and divine should that imply that god is just as psychotic and malcontent as the rest of us. Here, sign me up for the sure fire way to demolish the spirit in one felled swoop. I ate the apple, I saw the dreams of the dreamers and now I have tasted the bitterness of being lost in an existence that does not want to be found.[/white]
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Post by The Final Rune on Feb 7, 2008 3:28:42 GMT -5
[white]Life Less Inspired
Lost in phantasmal memories of a me that isn’t truly me but really only a falsified reflection of the me I could and should be I find myself adrift in the melodic thoughts that never were. How do I define my proof of existence, my reason to be, the essence that is me myself and I? Does thinking a thought prove beyond a shadow of doubt that I am guilty of possessing a soul? Where is the heart box that contains the beating pulse of life I call my ethereal spirit devoid of direction or purpose but here for the sole intent to be a singular entity unto itself? When I think deep thoughts in a mind that faces only my self evident truths and half superstitions over how I have come to believe everything within the mental stratum of eternity and infinite epiphany do I seek to find the corporeal passage that would shout here I am and this is what I do in space that could belong only to me. While floating without guidance on the pathway of wisdom founded only in personal experience obtained from ignoring all the things that defy my capacities for understanding or acceptance I fathom the that the far ends of the far reaches are closer at hand but still just out of grasp. Sitting on the wrinkles shoved like sardines packed into a can two sizes too small in the firm hardware of the human cranium there is nothing left to observe but the blatantly obvious and the unfortunately opaque misconceptions that lead unto endless and derivative discussion of just hot that new singer is under her mountains of cosmetic mimicry resembling a visage all too human yet still not quite. Another monotonous memorandum of how I’ve forgotten all I was taught in the house of perpetual knowledge that only teaches when you’re not looking and never paying attention for the hand the feeds is also the hand that beats down against the brick formation of my childlike creativity and divination toward an all encompassing realization that maybe just maybe it has a purpose, it has a reason. But the doubt is overwhelming and I’m drowning to the oceanic waves of lies and deceit and misinformation of the truth that’s only true if you were the victor in a war that only exists in the hearts and mindless bullies ruling the playground from the high tower of executive office atop the shiny white jungle gym. Free me from my malcontent belief in the fascists’ world where all I dream is the dream of nothing and the guise of I really care a lot. Let this be a lesson I never learned about the obtuse visions I should have had in this life less inspired.[/white]
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Post by Neo Samurai on Feb 11, 2008 9:18:47 GMT -5
I'm surprised no one replied to these two other poems. They're both wonderful. Just remember that you don't have to live in their world (society). I'm not saying you should spend eternity inside your house or on the computer, but just realize that you don't agree with this society's supposed ideals and that you aren't really a part of it. They don't need to sap you of your creativity. If you realize that your creativity is a part of you and not something you're renting from them, I think you'll feel a lot better. Hope that helps. |
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