My focus and Attention isn't in any of this...

It's a race of the masses and I'm compared to molasses.
What's important to them is insignificant to me...
I can't find the worth in living to make monetary.

For even if they hate it,
even if they're soul broke,
They still push for disguise,
for fantasies and lies...
Because they'd rather get approval,
then face the truh that I know.

It wasn't meant to be this way,
I never wanted to judge...
I know exactly how it hurts,
all I want is Love...

But when the money judged me because I didn't commit to fake,
how did it figure I'd react when my soul was at stake?

So I will be no fool,
but do what keeps me full: mind, heart and belly...
to learn what appetites my bite so I never end up settling.

If it sounds like I've figured it out,
I'm not even close...

I'm restless 'cause I'm relentless and can't respect the routine.
I can't push for something false,
or study strategies to manipulate the costs...
Or learn the ways of a beaurocratic boss in hopes of one day getting a day off.
I can't say yes to the crooked system.
I can't read my school books without thinking it's all twisted.

That's why I cannot focus...
that's why I'm in it deep...
Because I cannot believe that people don't fucking see.


((this prose is an act of defense
to the values of man that have been put to the test.))

See their Lies

They are probing our minds with propaganda and pride,
"Do what thou wilt" embroidered on their sweaters,
selling the lifestyle they sold their soul to weather.
Making it appear like they're really one of us,
personifying the plastic to deeper our lust.
With this degree of control we don't see the hoax;
swimming in deceit while our freedoms fight to stay afloat.
Fraud and illegal laws conned by inside jobs.
Our minds don't look much into it,
blatantly desensitized for the ruling elite of them.
Another strategy to keep us in the dark,
to strip us of our smarts,
transplant chips into our hearts
and ultimately tear or individual souls apart.
Or to become orderly -
that they hold most importantly.
To dumb down the masses
and intrude on true school classes;
with standardized tests
and curriculums that put our children's imaginations to rest.
To turn us into a whole,
so they can steal the show.
One of us can do nothing,
but a nation can do much,
So stop wasting your mind on petty such and such!

Resolute.

I told myself that 2011 was going to be a year of action.
No more spoken ideas; if my desire is real then I need to prove it.
Words can be so pretty. Dress them up and make them dance; make it seem like they stand a chance. But when my throat closes, their echos resound in my head.
Over and over again, I get more opportunities to question and threaten them.
So no more allowing myself to over-analyze and ultimately worry.
No more speaking as if my soul is in a hurry.
Words don't replace the fate of action; they don't bring you closer to satisfaction.
If anything at all, they distance your fall.