Concrete Loop

Why do you get up in the morning?
Do you wake up and think you have no choice but to work
And fight in the rat race of corporate ladder climbing

Why are you going to school?
Struggle with grades so other people access your intelligence

What is your obsession with the media?
You cant have it so you pretend to adore it
And then channel your hatred for the people right in front of you

When did the word of a policeman count more than yours
Or the verdict of a judge
No one fights the power anymore clearly
Because my innocence is reliant on a jury of my peers, not likely
Take my body in cuffs but free my soul to wander
The earth is mine and yours, dont kill it with lust

Are into myth or fact? What is the difference?
Ever feel like your existence is insignificant
The day you get shot
Will someone rise and kill your killer without question
A well lived life is in your head
Power is a figment of greed
The leader is only as powerful the people under him
Don't empower the evil within you to a point of no return
I see my friends and parents walk around always angry at the littlest things
They have all put their emotions on edge
I used to be sad for no real reason
The quest for happiness is really just a quest for money
Don't deceive yourself to believe other wise
The fact that you are reading this proves my point

For those of us living a life created by other's sweat
Be very careful because even the life you live in borrowed
Tomorrow is just as powerful as tonight

In a world of so much uncertainty, moronic
Some of us still go to bed with plans, idiotic

I was just back at my village
For those who dont know what is. It is not mine. I'd like to think I am a part.
Let's just say it is considered archaic and tribal by the 21st century
It's an island with no drivable roads, electricity or flowing clean water
But people live to be over 75 years old
So what if I dont drive a car or speak your English
The construct of your norm is void of true fact
You live a life of dictation with knowledge
Ask yourself how your language was created
Why you think up is up and down is down
YOU WERE TOLD BY SOMEONE BEFORE YOU, WHO WAS TOLD THE SAME
Don't be caught in a cycle and die struggling in it
Sure when in Rome do as the Romans do
But be sure to remember you will be judged as one
Putting yourself in the system puts you at risk, especially when you expose yourself
Living a ''simple life'' is really worth something
You can still have thoughts and views
Ghandi lived a simple life and still made changes
MLK was not a man of great wealth to speak his might
Many more examples live on and have passed away

Living above your means in your demise
Wanting a life you cant have is your defeat
What is wrong with little, it's enough for most

STOP your obsession with the media
Musicians and actors are paid to deceive you
It's not a job anymore, its a cargo cult
Amassing your health for their joy and inner pain

In this post I am not wearing clothes for a reason
When it comes down to it, I am a nude naive human
Putting on a like-able facade
Wake up and smell the propaganda
Laced in your daily nutrition
Ground up in your thoughts, fine powder
Don't overdose, pupils dilated

Are you under a spotlight gnashing your teeth
Singing karaoke when you have no real talent
Smiling and laughing to hide your shame
Crying with pain, under bloody drops of rain

I cant really talk if I still live with my computer
But to truly change I must break free
That day is coming, I shall get my freedom
Are you free? Are you questioning?
Own your freedom to doubt.

I am not a blog.

Dear people, I do not like the word 'blog'. I just can't stand it. It sounds almost too modern for a simple play on words and thoughts jotted down, don't ya think? Also, I hate that because I have one, I am referred to as, like so many of my fellow writers, a blogger. blech. Words will tire trying to articulate my hate for this manifestation of ugly. So, because I abhor it with every fiber of my being, I ask that you sympathize with my current state, and for my sake refer to it as an article- if you will- or a column! Ooooh my column, that sounds fancy. I like it. Try and imagine your day as a Wall Street Journal or The Daily telegraph or what have you, I am that little piece of awesome that you flip the pages like a madman trying to get to. I won't stay in one place though. I will be in Arts and Entertainment one day, and Business the next. I will be a fire consuming your bored state by way of awesome in every possible aspect. Yes, you love me. I know. It's because I'm a ten for being worth it.

Shine on and good night folks.

Glimpse Tomorrow.

History is largely told as a chronicle of great people doing great things. But, for most of us, life is not made up of big moments. It’s made up of small moments. And with every small choice, with every small decision, we are defining ourselves. Are we proud of ourselves, or are we disappointed by who we’ve become? Life rarely turns out the way that we plan. The unexpected happens, and it surprises us with new and exciting possibilities. But, sooner or later, reality hits you in the face.

My mother never imagined having to start over as a single mother with two grown kids, but, when the unimaginable happened, she adapted. She found strength. She moved on. And I hope when my life doesn’t go the way that I planned— which it certainly won’t— I can handle myself with the same grace and strength that my mother has taught me. She may not be an Olympic athlete or a world leader, but, my mom is definitely, my hero.

Fate.

I believe in the little impossibilities. That you and I are listening to the same song. That we’re looking at the same moon. That I just missed you at the convenience store. I believe that one day the stars will align to defy the odds. I believe that I’ll be waiting in line to order a smoothie and hear that oh so familiar, yet so distant laugh. I believe that I’ll stop breathing, that the world will stop breathing, and a smile will paint itself across my face. I believe that at that moment, and only that moment, will I be overcome with disbelief.