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12/14/09 (recorded 12/14/09 @ 5:39:49 PM) |
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"From 45 Days of Confinement to a Lifetime of Isolation" Since when did the voices start telling him what to do? Since when did he stop telling the voices what to do? Since when does a person tell themselves to stop looking forward once they think they've gone a bit to pass behind It was only then in a shadow's reflection upon the abysmal spectrum of vision did his mind embark upon her a gorgeous invasion to fullfiling the human condition to further propagate a species infatuation to self-extermination to further correct their spelling. Both devil and god in him we do so relegate to further our causes so blindly. So let us go, for we behold another night! Another reign! My misery! Another's memoir! My pain! Another's embrace! So cruel a place, all our hopes so misplaced These millions, upon billions of lives. Never before in the history of mankind has nothing been so close to grasp yet so far out reach It pains me And I don't know if anybody else truly understands. The joke of it all is that I've tried the best that I can, to be whatever sort a man I hoped that I'd be and the worst part of it all Is what I portray as others to portray themselves as things to be until I have trouble coping with my reality So here I sit in a room by myself another life gone to waste another cliche up on the table it's all a fucking joke to one fool or another and the genius is off laughing to himself in the corner The joker is the cleverest not only that a would be should if a fool became a joker and so life begins over and over till we're all just fooling over each other! And until we all realize then! We've only been fooling ourselves don't you see! And it's only then that we what we should be should and all of the clashing realities start to converge upon us all simultaneously we end up in our own chaosmic debris! And all that we should be, could be, comes crashing down around that we realize everything we can be and want to be the hopes and dreams we've never felt before We've lost our selves We've lost our selves We've lost our selves We've lost our selves We've lost our selves WE HAVE LOST OUR SELVES WE HAVE LOST OUR SELVES WE HAVE LOST OUR SELVES FIND YOURSELF HELP YOURSELF ESCAPE YOURSELF FREE YOURSELF BECOME ETERNITY All these talks of gods All these talks of man All these cultures of sand They go past me without a breeze For I am here to persevere For I am to see For I am to become the over-man! The oracle of all time I am the ignorance I am the bliss I am the knowledge And the sum of all existence Don't ever go near this or forever be consumed in your strife to understand existence you'll be engulfed in never ending turmoil which no drug will ever cure by this concept: Just where do the writer and writer ever meet ends? Forgive me father For I am man. |
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