Break Free - Blog Posts
7/3/23
Representation of a long standing disbelief, I denounce the things which strike me in ways unjust and impure, irreverent and disdainful, I declare I have no faith in a beast like that. The claws tear at my skin, and my lovers, and my friends, those same very things I know will be taken, by what hands, I have yet to know. The day always come
Your ability to grow is directly tied to how much truth you can handle about yourself without trying to escape it.
I am stuck in a cage
i made for myself.
too tired to break free.
~k
breaking free of everything
the cage
my heart
my thoughts
and suddenly it's all quiet
Gravity is a ploy by the rich to keep us down, weak, and so called "grounded".
First, lets take a look at gravity. Gravity generally means something along the lines of a force towards another mass, but in practice this generally means towards the planet we reside on. Now planet, and infact, much of the universe, is created in a closed source environment, as we have not managed to create an environment that takes external input or output. What does this mean? It means the owner of this system, God, is keeping us from connecting and collaborating with other environments, under the guise of them being "TO MUCH FOR YOUR MORTAL UNDERSTANDING", which I could maybe excuse if not for the fact that, according to the terms and conditions, God owns everything in the universe. He owns the raw material, the factories, your new Jordans, everything. This puts him in a class of his own, with him being able to make a lavish paradise in the sky, and weve only begun to scratch the surface. Ok, now to loop back to the Original point, gravity. Gravity is a tool used to keep those indentured into working on Gods blue Earth from, rioting and reclaiming the right to have cool cloud houses and flying. Gravity also keeps you from reaching your full potential by putting insurmountable obstacles, such as 5 pound weights. Without gravity, I could life the moon. They say it's to keep us grounded, but really it's to chain us.
I’m In For The Ride
I find it funny that
White roses tarnish with age
I'm scared my love
Will have wrinkles the next time I will meet
Will it be you or me at the welcome mat?
Maybe I will keep your coat hanger for my rage
Like Cinderella shoe, or someone’s glove
I keep your writing as a treat
I'm in need of a deep conversation
And I think you'd be perfection
I wonder your thoughts on bottling up fear
And using the pressure like a Coke and Mentos rocket
Blast off with irritation
And safety goggles for protection
We could talk about what we think of Shakespeare
And girls pockets
When it comes to talking
I just don’t know how or where to start
Maybe I'm in need of a brave summer vacation
I have don’t have many ideas though
I just have to keep a rolling and a rocking
I also have to learn how to part
With hesitation
Learn how to jump head first into something when people are saying no
I have to learn to not think, just do
Every time I go around I want to reach for the gold rings
And see everything I can see before I can’t see
I want to know that if I failed, at least I tried
I find it funny how we all do the same motions but are different each time we carry them through
How we change slowly and want and need different things
I'm scared and I want to break free to be me
Lets see where life will show me and take me to, I'm in for the ride
Catch 22
I'm tired of this shell
And this name
And the world spinning
The problem is that I need to shatter myself
And it just seems impossible
Like an equation that I can’t figure out without being unstoppable
Problem is, the issues grow longer like this infestation of words
If only I knew the answer to the question of why?
Then I would have just another key,
That would lead to another empty chest
Because there’s none for me, nope not a pair
Except for emptiness like two pits of despair
Can’t you feel through your metallic layers?
I don’t like wannabe robots
Even if all you’ve done is make a helmet out of a kitchen strainer
Bee hives don’t dance for nothing, honey!
And I'm buzzing with kinetic energy,
With nowhere to go but this shell
Solved are not my problems,
Of being fucking stuck
Either way I'm seen as an evil little fucker
Stuck like cling wrap to this plastic world
Seemingly unavoidable in every imaginable possibility that I can think,
With my eyes held wide open I can’t even blink
In this torturous place I can’t live forever
Even if I can call it my own
Even if it’s here forever
My need to have this shell shattered is strong
I want to feel it shake and shatter
Hear it crack down like pitter, patter, smash
Shell, hell, what's the difference?
I like the fire in the devil that melts my cold heart
Because I'm tired of this invisible prison cell
AP Concentration Piece #9!