You sit there, in your chair wondering how another day came. “Not tomorrow” you say as you put clothes on your naked flesh, preparing yourself for the day. A day that you wished never came.
You call for a cab to take you away. Take you to the one place that you feel safe and sane. To that little center of the world where you feel nothing can hurt you. To the place that you can think clearly, or not at all. Maybe you’ll think about the boy you loved, the one that died down the street the year before.
You hope for something better but then tell yourself “Nothing possibly can get better” and you just run away. You tell yourself that’s why you drink to excess and smoke a pack a day. No hope.
You try to make it better but then tell yourself it can’t get better and second guess every decision you try to make, and what is this life? Why are you feeling it? You’re your own worst enemy. The only one you can’t defeat.
Face your demons.
Hi, my name is Justin. I’m a pretty insignificant being. I’m just a June bug. I live life freely and uncaring. I skitter until Zack Miller or Evan Martin sets me on fire. I fall into a pit of wax, or chocolate and just drown. I’ll drown there and my death is inevitable just like yours. But the thing about it was, it wasn’t a wasted life. It was a care free and simple one. The simple beauty and love experienced was worth every breath lost in my inevitable end.
The lonely sandy mountains were once friends with the deepest seas. Then in one swift night, God cast out his hand and took the oceans away from the mountains. Then the winds came down and blew the sands away. So the sands lost everything. The sands traveled on the wind and eventually set in the dryest desert on Earth. Forever to be scorched by the burning sun. Now I don’t know much about that, but I do know there was purpose and reason behind it. It all comes together in the end. It all comes together for that one perfect moment, suspended in time, as if nothing could touch it.
Whoever is hacking into my tumblr and posting gay sex, please stop. I’m not a gay basher l, I don’t hate gay people and I don’t discriminate against someone for a choice that frankly had nothing to do with me. However this is starting to get old and upsetting. So please stop doing it. I work all day. I shouldn’t have to have to come home to deleting a bunch of shit.
Why are we in a rush to get back to a world that turned it’s back on us? Lets make our home here, just you and me my dear, next to the mountain that grows out. Why are we in a rush to get back to a world that turned it’s back on us? Lets make our home here, just you and me my dear, next to the fountain the flows out.
The river flows through the majestics of Zion. A place to live and a place to rely on. The river flows deep, it brings deepest peace. The river of gold flows brightly and cold. We set sail alone with nothing but the stories we told. The river is history, the river is ancient. The river is cold and the river is patient. The river is you. The river is I. The river is fighting. The river won’t die.
Why are we in a rush to get back to a world that turned it’s back on us? Lets make our home here, just you and me my dear, next to the mountain that grows out. Why are we in a rush to get back to a world that turned it’s back on us? Lets make our home here, just you and me my dear, next to the fountain the flows out. Our love is the river. Our love is the fountain. I’ll drink from it forever.
This really tugs at my heart and makes me cry. I wish this was out world. A free one. I wish people thought this way. I wish the Earth was peaceful. I wish this was our lives. I guess all we can do is keep trying. Eventually, there will be enough people who want to make a difference in this world, and will.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness — not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another.
In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world — millions of despairing men, women and little children — victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say — do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed — the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Soldiers!! Don’t give yourselves to brutes — men who despise you — enslave you — who regiment your lives — tell you what to do — what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men — machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines!! You are not cattle!! You are men!! You have the love of humanity in your heart. You don’t hate!! Only the unloved hate — the unloved and the unnatural!! Soldiers!! Don’t fight for slavery!! Fight for liberty!! In the 17th Chapter of St. Luke it is written: “The Kingdom of God is within man” — not one man nor a group of men, but in all men!! In you!! You, the people have the power — the power to create machines. The power to create happiness!! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power!! Let us all unite!! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth the future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie!! They do not fulfill their promise; they never will. Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people! Now, let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers!! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!!” -Charlie Chaplin.
Meet me at the canvas. Where the sky is land locked blue. Where everything is perfect and there’s a portrait of me and you. Take me back to that place of reliance. We’ll stand there, you and I, with our voices screaming in silence.
Revised; & continued.
Meet me at that place and see my final descent. We’ll view the cloud blooms perfect in unison. Meet me at the place atop the cloudy peaks, the place where the word “hate” is forbidden to speak. In this place, nobody is weak, there’s just us and the beauty we are privileged to see. We’ll see the giants among common men speaking of love and peace. Taking our hearts from the mud and putting our souls at ease.