Pointless Cries For The Sweetest Of Lullabies

Everything has lost its shine
life has become a dull shade of gray
predictable and inconceivably cruel
wrought with laughter and pointed fingers
bent in my direction, the sound waves hit me with a force unrecognizable
so strong and hearty that even the most vile of earths creatures cannot escape nor withstand its fatal blast wave

the mere shame of existence is not punishment enough, no
we must writhe in the filth we have been pushed to accept as our own
although i have made no attempt at action of redemption, the horror or such an atrocious burden weighs on my already struggling mind
such strain and stress cannot go unchecked for any length of time and has, at this point in my lifespan, nearly completely taken over my brain waves
there is no excuse for my placement here other than pure ignorance

control has been left without a map, left to wonder the worlds back roads in search of the answers,
in search of the truth
no certainty is found among the worlds current, washed out and decrepit societies
instead we accept lies and half truths as our law and conscience
i can no longer side step this subject
we live with blinders on and accept the false pretenses fed to us by our media gods

this world of colorless and beautiless style consumes our hearts and our minds
we take our black and white portraits painted by a fool and hang them above our glowing mantel to celebrate and adore
these hideous and pitiful habits must be destroyed

we must removes the masks from the faces of the powers that be and expose them for their true ugliness
wrinkles of world wide treachery adorn their disgusting mugs as they are revealed as the hell hounds that they are

we are lied to
we have always been lied to
our lives are lies
we must fight this battle in the foreground
we must fight this battle in plain sight
we must win at all cost and spread truth and gorgeous waves of light hues he world over

and once the battle has climaxed, only one side shall remain
what side shall you fight for?
what shall you stand for?
why must it be this way?

all unanswered questions... and permanently so...

if i may get any point across in these previous ramblings, then may it be this:



always question everything.












living among the lies and just trying to get by,

<3

The Path Of My Life - Patience Is Key

Now, with the letters sent, in a figurative notion, i must sit here and wait for a response. in all likelihood, this will not occur and i will be left empty handed. in any event, i have decided that in roughly one months time, on the eve of may 26th, witch so happens to be the eve of my graduation, i will review these circumstances and reveal any changes in this reality. we shall see soon enough what truth will occur. i would like to take this opportunity to thank you for taking a short journey with my down the path of my life. volume one has come to a close, yet there may be more volumes included between these writings and the forthcoming review of these letters. thank you again.


much love and always question this life,

<3

The Path Of My Life - A Letter To The Chemical Lover: The Body

No such being has ever created such a passion inside of my heart, weather in love, or lust, or hate. And I shall not reveal witch of those particular emotions enforce this writing. Your always changing figure and frail mind are constantly altered by the gaseous form of a crutch, helping you to stand upon your wobbling legs and stagger down the path of haze and false imagery. Your counter culture views blind you from the truth of reality and love. True love. Even recent abuses Will not recede these words from my mouth, nor aid to slow the flowing forth of this honesty. Your current safety warrants this letter. You harm those whom love you and act as if you are in the right, witch is far from your true form. My love for you Is only rivaled by my hatred of your actions And my safeness for the loss of your previous body, not in the physical sense , but in the mental sense, in the sense of the heart. I now know that you are forever lost upon this path and even with my guiding hand offered to you, you cannot find your way. I am truly sorry And sympathetic, and yet I cannot find pity enough for to constitute the treatment of me from you as an upright walking, forward thinking, and fully developed human specimen. I am an individual, and yet I believe in freedoms for all to be the same. You, however, crack your gavel upon the stained wood and judge me for the so called restrictions I've placed in my life. Citing my lack of compliance to your lifestyle as a personal attack on you and choice. The freedom of that choice in witch I believe and yet you seem so compliant to deny me of because I reflect differently on my decisions than you. I have also become aware of a growing trend within your dialogue. This pattern is that of only speaking to me when an Ill wind blows. Should the weather of your life be fair and beautiful, I've got to business involved with it, but a soon as the storm arrives, I am always the first soldier called into battle to ward of these demons. What is the reason for this? And what is the reason behind the constant fighting as conflict? Why can peace not be a stable condition for you?


Forming my words for a second letter with the same address,
never to be sent, at least not in the recent future,

<3

The Path Of My Life - A Letter To The Chemical Lover: The Prologue

Although certainly not least, this letter was set aside for last because you will be the hardest to address. with certain current and ongoing events creating a layer of sympathy upon my mind and thoughts for you not seen in this place for quite a time. this, and all the scripts sent this day, are for the benefit and aid of all of our lives, and all of our paths, creating the map to lead us to our personal destinations of pure and true bliss. all different, and yet all similar. you, however, have blinded me, even so slightly, as i cannot, not matter the effort exerted to attempt, escape my love for you. i address you now with great passion, and with good intentions. please open your dilated eyes to that simplistic fact.


giving it my all, and yet giving it nothing,

<3

The Path Of My Life - A Letter To The Man Upon His Soap Box

I secondly refer to you in this line of questioning, as you are the most likely to speak of your own ideas, but not in any form of respect. no. you construct an argument based purely of hate and ridicule and attack, rather than one of information and of your message. you create an atmosphere so black and hurtful, that even the dark lord himself, should he exist, would think again of using. with your constant lip service and harmful views, you have constructed an army of enemies waiting for the command to rip you limb from limb and mount your skull upon a pike in order to silence you. but alas, to no avail, as these desires will never be fulfilled, at least not in full regards. as there are massive numbers of close-minded clones just like you waiting in the ranks to jump upon an opportunity to prove themselves as the most hateful. you and your backers march upon this planet determined to destroy what you consider to be wrong, and yet you do not consider others. for shame your evil actions and may the world be forgiving when the orders are given to eradicate you from this plane of existence. may i, in closing, ask a mere one question. why must you hate so? is indifference so difficult?


inquiring into the inner workings of a mind as stubborn as a mule,

<3

The Path Of My Life - A Letter To The Verbal Artist

First and foremost i speak to you, of my closest companions. why does this knife cut so deep, why must you abandon all former hearts for a new and unfamiliar one? have we not been good to you? to your soul? always helping and prodding you along this path we all walk upon. guiding and protecting our ship. all attempts to break through the walls of deceit and avoidance have been thwarted by unbelievable excuses and a personal insult, witch grows and cuts deeper with every word from your lying lips. just be honestest and truthful with us! have we not given you the same courtesy? i shall do all i can to aid in the removal of these attempts to pull the wool over our eyes, all except for the likes of begging, for my knees are too weak from other previous endeavors to hold but even my own weight of gravity upright. and to you, i do ask now, to grant us the honesty and kindliness to reveal your true motive and revive what was once the essence of true happiness. i implore you, please reconsider these actions before it is too late for rekindle what will surly be lost if your direction is not changed soon, and drastically. love is my only motive and master, what is yours? and why? or are you even aware at all?


waiting for the explanation he'll never receive on pure, good terms,

<3