I’m not disbelieving in my existence.
Society is my mirror and the crystal ball to tell the future, but mine has been broken.
I’m not happy with the little you’ve shown me. Leaving me to decide if fate is yours or mine.
Is it decided? It can be malleable and changeable, that’s what I seek to find.
Bliss exists no place you forced me. I seek a land yet to be charted, unknown soil without your guilt or chains that always seem to find me.
Too often history tells of your invasions making everything all your own.
You make the unattainable (now) your own possession. Destroying everything that doesn’t submit.
Freedom in mind & choices concretely made not of my own doing, applicable to some. They are heavy and burdensome.
Incorporated all others, they fallow willingly.
Now on Planets all their own.
Strangers given a reality, equipped with a history move forward; feels backwards. With no glance back they consume. They consume. They consume.
Mindless purity they seek- they follow. They ask no questions, not thinking the possibility of hidden agendas and their consequences.
They’ve escaped the greens of Eden. No last look behind their shoulder, onward forward conquering, it’s now their own- per say.
Only believing- they never question what they hear, see or say.
Welcome mats are misleading
they vanish quickly since I’ve strayed.
Everyone seems to have joined….brain washed quickly
leave now- no delays.
Given an option would I stay?
With the ants I keep on marching….
for the sweet peace not yet tasted, not yet devoured.
Are words under one’s breath better left unsaid?
And doors they keep on closing….
Doors my words can’t penetrate.
I keep on knocking but they seem not to hear me, with kindness betrayed, to them I am dead.
My Words wait for some understanding. While their “chivalrous actions” walk into my way. I speak to droned bodies…but it’s obvious they don’t interpret what I say.
My pockets robbed, now emptied.
You’re selling “truths”, judgments, and “moralities.”
Killing so many along the way. Corpses left unburied, mindless walking the street. I run miles to a new city, trying to warn others of you and that you’re on the way. But you seem to be two steps ahead of me. Here and there, to they and them, you’d have me beat.
I see obscenities, nothing holy. Everyone brought their pricey beliefs.
I afraid alone am not buying.
You’ve chosen a life for me without asking. And at a price I will not pay.
A gift unopened, returned, not accepted, or expected.
Wishing others to take the lonely roads where I’ve come to be; I’ve started to pave a safer way.
Riches, not money are rewards collected and paid. We’ll receive their walk, high above the sky.
They mistreated you already; don’t be bullied to make a buy.
In their land you’ll no longer find me. I’ve disappeared gone vanished without a trace.
I refuse to help them crucify me. They look to dismember me along the way.
I take away their hammers and their nails, but their ill intentions remain.
To sting me lifeless …free from body and drape me along some wooden fence. To bind and crown me with barbed wire, not a kingdom that makes sense.
Dead is what you wished and where you want me. A gift I hastily decline.
I learned to question your accepted social spaces….places where they took me…with all their “family” and their “friends”. Their reasons are empty, not happy and in that, their message and them I am disbelieving. They are only doing what they’re told.
My God would not take his gifts of minds away. But they can only see it if it’s their way.
I’ve stepped off their cross battered, naked, weak, and crying my questions. Blank stares were the response for something they’ve studied their lives away.
My adventure contains my answers; on my quest I find freedom’s escape.
They did not realize I’ve left- unnoticed my mental departure…
not realizing I’ve been gone some time ago.
Upon that wooden fence you won’t find me.
No twine bracelets restricting who I love.
Free mind and spirit have helped evade ‘em…. taken me safe, soaring away.
Everyone says I’ve got problems…and I see exactly what they’re saying and what THEY are.
My vision screamed for me not to believe you. So many dreams you captured along the way.
Me my problem is single, not yet seen more nor multiplied. I can see it devastates you, pleases you that I’ve only got this one.
Vomit propelled your words upon me.
Thought I’d absorb you, your words into my skin…I am not porous….and you’re not staying
and that’s what I refuse to be my sin.
My heads only room for one me, there’s no vacancy, I decline so go away.
Look at the no soliciting sign in my eyes…take your knock and let’s not talk another day.
Conversion of many. And many is not me.
It echoes in the valleys of my mind; in a world unchanged I don’t belong. A world existing to self-sacrifice, kill my own spirt- in names not mine. Not for your world, not this time. Your shallow womb wont reborn me…. guess I am too hard to find.
Your profound mountains a recollection:
possessions surrounding peaceful nature, claimed others property- stolen land.
Savages gone murdered slaughtered. Their possessions now in your hand.
Spirits robbed, now re-murdered. Their children’s lives you try to find.
You destroy and build with blood all on your hands. There’s only you and your army left haunting. Covering your actions, finding the dead, hiding the bodies to silence all the minds. To write a new history- one that doesn’t seem so true. You don’t want other people seeing who is the real you.
Screams of nothing echo even as I leave this place.
Sound vibrates in the canyons of nothingness and yet they fail to understand.
No one person left standing …. you forced all others to bow down.
Forced to worship you and the idol you have standing…. robbed and raped their land. You gave them disparity with no money, laced with Small Pox, fear, and no history or language to find.
Fear you. Fear for your idol and any questions and all thoughts crated in all minds.
Life taken, silenced, stifled, muffled, and muted. No joy for them to find.
I’m to change fate- at least mine.
I will discover lands with my discretion, abandoned your planet you drained of life.
World with sun’s equality and freed stars that glisten will brightly shine down upon each and everyone.
I will find unknown galaxies; I will uncover stars and planets undiscovered. Is it possible real life lives upon just one?
With the ants I keep on marching….
for the sweet peace not yet tasted, not yet devoured.
With the ants I keep on marching….
I will eat it, I will taste it, it will be mine.
No more diatribes. Marching, I will find my tribe.
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