Category: Poetry

I hear a lot of talk about the banality of evil
the banality of evil is when you look in the eyes
of a methed out middle-age washout
mad that she can’t have control
mad that she can’t manage someone else’s life
when she can’t even manage her own
surprise, surprise her family’s left her
except when they need her of course,
to bail them out of jail. yet again
I bet they wonder, how different their lives could’ve been
knowing that life, they could’ve lived
if she didn’t always need to exercise control
automatically steering the boat to crash into the rocks
no matter what you know, she always thinks she knows more.
Every time she throws a tantrum, not knowing how many closed doors
not only closed but locked
she caused
and no matter what, she is always the victim
throwing everything and the kitchen sink
at you just to win, not realizing that she may have won in the short term
but in the long term she’ll once again be gone
they talk about the decline of a great power
but you can truly see the decline in her mind
as she snarls in certitude and rage
claiming to have excelled in her training
clutching a B- as if it were an A+
not realizing that even that grade is a lie
you will see a place is going down
whenever she appears

The greatest threat to truth is not the lie
it’s the desire for comfort
everything good comes with struggle
which is why the world is so desperate
to make things easy

If you could paint by numbers
would what you were showing have meaning?

If you only do what others did before you
are you really achieving?
There’s nothing better than dreaming
it’s like a different dimension
streaming
to your vision
but you could make it a reality
just by believing

That’s the idea that fills the system with fear
if we all believed it was possible
it would be here
the most dangerous lie
is “can’t win, don’t try”
freedom is the greatest high
but perpetual enslavement
is a dangerous drug
it’s a concept
fed by fantasy, nourished by delusion
promising everything
delivering nothing

apathy is worse than rage
the slow death of feeling
as you read the words across the page
and you read the words knowing
they mean nothing
compared to the suffering
if the promise was true
it still wouldn’t be right
if the system can afford to give you everything in life
that means that it could also take it away
in a single night
of painful grieving
wondering why you made the mistake
of not saying something
before it was too late

My Views Are Illegal

My views are illegal
in most civilized countries
what does that say about civilization
when people believe freedom and justice
is a world controlled by undead corporations?

There is a they
if you say their name you go to jail
if you oppose them in any way
they’ll make sure you fail
suddenly you see everyone you thought you loved and trusted turn against you
the saddest true fact you’ll ever know is most people love the system more than you
if they have to choose you’ve already lost because nine times out of 10 they are not willing to pay the cost

Propaganda so strong most people figure the world is already lost
they don’t even try to oppose it or even impede it
let alone improve it
most people who try go through it and the truth is – even I don’t know why they do it

No one cares – some days it feels really useless
but then I think “that’s why they do this”
to make it feel so pointless to try
you just go along with the lies and try to block out all the innocent people’s suffering cries

I guess I keep on just so that one day someone will see that someone was fighting and trying to stop this
even if it’s just a guy like me
it may seem pointless now but maybe someone in the future will know
there was someone who tried
there was someone who held a lamp to the lies
there was someone who told you “never stop asking why”
there was someone who told you that your soul matters
even if they offer you endless resources
to do whatever you want
that all comes from somewhere
and you’ll have to pay the cost
make sure before you say yes
you know who’s making the offer
the most evil people claim to represent goodness until the very last moment
they’ll gaslight you, and sell you a dream until you sign your name
next thing you know, Satan appears and you’re covered in shame
it may not happen immediately, often times it happens years down the line
but eventually you figure it out
and you’re already out of time

My views are illegal
I have a cell waiting for me in a Gulag
somewhere I’m sure
all the judgmental bastards
that believe everything they hear and nothing they see
those are the people who will be blaming me
when their dream world collapses
into the sea

They call my views a danger
because I don’t worship pieces of paper
sometimes I feel like a failure
but other times I realize that’s the mind fuck
that paper keeps you stuck
not unlike a flypaper
as soon as you get some
you think “maybe I’ll do good things…later”
but by the time you get around to it
you’re bound to it
you’ve done so many evil things
there is no way to come around
back to the other side
sometimes I wonder
“is duality really a lie?”
“Is there really no reason to try?”

I guess the only reason for me now
is to tell the future generations
the reason why things are like this
the fact that we used to do different shit
and it wasn’t always this way
so every time they extol the March of progress
as a justification
there is always the choice
to go the opposite way
even if they call you evil
and they make your views illegal