The other night, I was a mess. Everything hurt.
But, those pills they gave me…..shit.
They numb the pain, but they numbed my brain.
I stopped them.
It’s just that no one told my body that.
Such torture this pain.
Those voices over my shoulder saying, “just take them, give in, you know you want to.”
Almost a panic, a fever, a fucking monster clawing at my brain.
Whatever. Fuck off. I’m not listening you know.
It hurts. Feels like every day I carry the weight of a man on my shoulders. He is breaking my back and torturing my thoughts.
So wicked are the things he says.
On it goes, on and on, right through the nights, so that the days all start to blend into one.
No. Stop. Please.
Actually can’t go on.
So, the other night, when I take a drag and it all slows right down.
The noises in my head, the banging on my chest and the clawing at my brain.
Then a bit later, further down the line.
I thought, what if……..?
What if they have it all wrong, what if we have it all wrong?
It’s all a lie.
They tell us we have a God.
It creates monsters.
What if, there is no God.
There is only love. Only the love you should have for your fellow man.
They take us too early. To educate us. Label us. Scar us. Scare us.
What if……this was not it, this thing we call life.
Nothing more than a fake ass, poor excuse of an existence.
It should be your way through and through. Just have some fucking respect.
They tell you to pay your way. PAY!! PAY!! PAY!! They pay you to be a dogsbody and treat you just the same. They pay you what they think you deserve and then you begin to understand, how the Lord giveth and he taketh away! Whatever!
The fat cats eat more FAT and the alley cats get skinnier, hungrier. With the cold at their backs and the wolves at the door. But…..they stand tall.
What if……united and respected, we said no more?
What if we just took it back. Went back to the start.
These people who tell us, what we must do, where we must do it and when?
They can’t make us pay forever.
Who invented that shit anyway?
Why do we pay each other, for what’s rightfully ours? Everyone’s.
Any of it.
I mean, I just don’t understand.
Why do we stand for this so called civilisation? Still? Always.
We are all just animals.
With the same basic instincts.
But then even animals have respect.
There’s surely more to life than this? How many times has someone said it?
We obey most of the time, listen some times, work and exist.
Then they tell us we are depressed. More pills.
What the fuck have they been doing to my head?
What if, to obey, is to respect?
Life is ours, take it, but then Respect.
All men, dogs or beasts of the wild deserve to live. Take what you need. No more
This is our only God…..
…….And love, in all forms, is still love. Everyone just needs to give a little.
You make your mess along the way, everyone does. So what, who cares?
All of these fifty faces just make you mean.
At least play clean. Who needs those fucked up games?
Ever wonder who pulls all the strings and what it is they do, that you never see?
Then wondered if ever anyone had noticed how all of the greatest minds, going back through the times, well, they fucking died. Way before their time. Probably.
Anyone who ever stood up, faced their fears, then watched with horror while all the faces disappear. Their light extinguished like the flicker of the flame. How many more will we sacrifice?
And all their glory.
Or should that be gory.
Yeah some hellish and gory game.
We play every day.
And why we even listen? Listen to the shit that drags us down. Taints the soul.
We don’t want to carve a scar that won’t heal.
How long should we keep turning our other cheek?
The voices all giving it their all. On all kinds of shit. I don’t even know what the fuck they are on about anymore.
Every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every fucking year. Come on!!
Nowhere in sight? The fight? I’m ready……..I’m here, but where will you be when truth unfolds?
Pretending. Existing to live is never really living.
But who the hell really wants to die?
So stay cool, hang loose and admit nothing.
Whatever’s coming, is getting closer, every day that goes by.
I want to live, so you can try to….blow me up and shit.
Tamper with me.
I’ll just tear myself to pieces.
And they can take some more.
Shake it off for fuck sake.
You can always get up and at least try to keep calm. Or maybe not, fuck it, lets just kill ‘em all.
What makes you feel good is bad right?
What moron made that fucking rule?
It’s all about…….Moderation.
Wonder who planted that little seed?
It does the trick and makes many a man.
We will make the rivers overflow, with our blood, if we carry on.
But really…..what if there is another way?
Who really cares what colour you are? What God you serve? How fucking stupid you are?
They just give us a number.
Then will us to destroy one another…….and if we refuse………?
They take no mercy when they begin their campaign.
Still we will stand fast. Fight back.
I am no number, colour or fucking preacher of lies. Why should I be?
There are those of course, who want their pound of flesh, to kill, to maim and generally break it all down.
Who are they and what fuck are they doing? Why are they allowed to remain in our midst?
Who the hell has a clue what you really fight for?
We each are not the enemy, nor the minority, we should stand together and stand tall. Because we are strong together, strong enough to take the fall.
As we have been all along.
We are still here even after all this time. Time ticking. Running along.
One day. We will rise.
Rise above all those with hate in their hearts. Give them hell and break them. Fucking take them apart.
We need to see what it is, we really should be living for.
Think about it.
There’s so much more.
On our earth.
Of course, I have no clue what I am talking about. Its all mumble jumble, flailing around in those deep dark recesses of my soul and all because I got stoned.
Oh, but what a glorious way to see the world.