Kids rant

See, the circle of life goes like this - get born (with no choice in the matter) - live a mediocre, impoverished life, get shit off your spouse or partner for not living up to their expectations, spend all the money you never actually get to see on a few bricks that outlive you and if you are lucky* have a few kids who will love you for 10 years, hate you for 5-6 years, try to make it up to you for 25-35 years, drag themselves about and repeat the cycle for another few years and then die themselves. Rinse and repeat. You know, I have been told things like "you would be a good dad", "you have much to give" etc etc, but honestly, I don't have any more or less than the average person. And we are all just average, by the way... some are just more determined than others. We simply have kids for one of two reasons... we don't want to die, or by mistake. What very selfish reasons, I think. Bring a kid into the world who has no say in it so they can repeat the same thing over again. If I were to do anything, I would adopt a kid who was conceived, born and discarded and had no choice in the matter. Why introduce a new kid? But to be honest, I would literally be dragging myself around for the sake. No money, no life etc etc, like I said before. Some say "I want to have whinge-bags because I want to do some good in the world, replace the bad people, keep my blood-line going". It's a genetic illusion. Well, that is my opinion anyway. Like I say, I'm one man, I'm not going to change the world. And it won't be through conception. See let's say a product is 100% quality but made from imperfect materials. Then you dilute it and blend it. It's not 100% any more, it's inferior. You can only go so far. If you happen to be a parent who had a child by mistake, you will fall into 1 of 2 distinct catagories: you will love and nurture the child and try your best to see they surpass you, which is dignified by any standards. The other is more ominous: you were ignorant and always will be. Your child becomes another thorn in the butt of society through your neglect. Ends up inflicting the same torment on others and never realises it. Unfortunately, this one is a rising trend.

Incidentally, to the single mothers I know personally, I salute you all. I don't think I know even one who is a bad parent :)

Mercury

i'd love to feel close to my maker
my siblings, far away as if they hate her
it's tough to be the youngest son
when everyone else has gone

though my body is small and cold
My mother still has a tight hold
Though one day i'll be consumed
with no sentient life to be removed

the darkness splits my life in two
my other side has turned into
a day that lasts most of the year
when the full eclispe is drawing near

I never left, I had no chance
to make life at a distance
I feel alone though she's watching me
her endless glow burns me

Venus

so close but it hurts me to be near
the solar light burns my atmosphere
my life began much the same as you
but i failed my first test unlike you

we meet only at the strangest times
our paths cross but we move on seperate lines
if my childhood had been different
i could perhaps be sentient

My names revered through history
our ancient lives a mystery
your darkened twin near hells gate
suffers a darker clouded fate

and though our climate is different
our similar fate is immenent
just before all we know explodes
our mother swallows up our souls

Nothing

Within, Without

I have been thinking of space. I have been thinking of mind expansion. I have been thinking of God. I have been thinking of feelings, thoughts themselves. And I have come up with nothing.

Nothing.

The thing that fills in all the blanks. 

Nothing.

The thing that takes over when there are no answers.

Nothing. 

The thing that cannot be said. When you try to say nothing, you end up saying something.

I have been thinking of far off galaxies. Far off planets and infinity. 

Nothing. There is nothing I can say and it explains it very well. That's what is available when God meets Godless.

Nothing.

When there is a difference of opinion, a clash of ideals.

Nothing.

Outside in the vastness of SPACE, there is Nothing. There are planets, galaxies, stars, dust, rock and minerals. And between all of it.

Nothing.

No-thing. We can conceptualise planets, terra forma, gas giants, people, plants, volcanic rock and nuclear fusion. And what of the elements? What of the thing that fuses particle to particle? What is the in between?

Nothing.

What is the distance between thought and action?

Nothing.

What is there, lying between each planet, each star and each solar system?

Nothing.

Emptiness. What is there, in a room, between you and your wife, between sofa and TV, between bathroom and bedroom? Sure you have a floor and walls and if you are lucky, a ceiling. What exists between all of these things?

Nothing.

SPACE cannot be conceptualised. You cannot physically explain something that has no form, no mass and no dimensions.

Between each word spoken and each word typed there is Nothing.

Nothing.

No-Thing.

If you have understood Nothing from this post, then you have learned Something.

I wrote this when I was 12 or something

obviously i edited the shit outta this, but it is 80% original

99% of people will agree...

The baby screams aloud
The house falls into silence
Mother lies, with dying eyes
A victim of domestic violence

Father doesn't care
He's shooting up outside
Rent and pay, lost today
Washed out with the tide

Examples of waste
Brutality and hate
Portrayed in mind, from father unkind
Life took no toll 'til late

Prerequiste

Demand for me to be
somewhere very near
be it past or future,
but never really here

Lock me in a small room
with people dead and gone
somewhere that's not here
when I am never quite alone

and see me in a future
in your minds eye, locked out
in the void between us
and be totally without

Burden

Moving through bodies
and moving through lies
taking different forms
to make a better life

thinking in different patterns
never feeling still
feeling so emotional
slowly growing ill

sticking to each concept
making newer tags
removing all compassion
and carrying every bag

spinning everybody
with your hands upon the wheel
of a machine of pure conviction
moving slowly up a hill

Eternity Now

As I sit alone, a lonely relic
And as if I were the last living being
I consider all that is and ever has been

one, two, three, four, the seconds tick by
and I have considered the universe in the blink of an eye

All of time in a single moment
created and destroyed, my heart laments
we've been and gone, like a wave
that crashes upon the shore
We have always been and will be once more

Eternity clasped in a single hand
God, relinquish the destiny of man!
his life travels through a single tube
beside his brothers, old and new

All of fate lies in a single day
before all is lost and gone away
one, two, three, four, five single seconds passing by
All life has gone in the blink of an eye

Eternally yours and maybe more
Humanity lost on an open shore
the hands of God, in yours and mine
Sharing our moments through the passage of time

Love at First Sight

An irresistible scent pervades the air
you emit a glow, you push back your hair
my eyes become fixed, my stomach jumps
I urge to hold you only once

One time, that is ageless in it's glory
For a moment you are all I know
And I may never see you again
But you've become the end of my story

Senseless Longing

All I have that is mine
Sight, Sense and Sound
Why cannot I use these
While you are not around?

A Vision

When I think of her eyes, her face,
her long brown hair.
I want to look over my shoulder
to find a girl I know that is not there

And always, I want to turn around to see
but I have not witnessed in my life
one so beautiful, more captivating as she

I desire to hold her close to my chest
until eternity falls to nothing
and has passed away
none could contest a presence
so fresh, so pure so true
my heart belongs to you

Something To Believe In

My heart is consumed with nostalgic beauty
I am concious in this foreign land
and reflect presently, thinking of home

My soul is consumed for a while,
by a significant splendour
and all is good, the moment is eternity

A time that never fully passes,
It is brought forth upon occasion
when my senses reclaim my being again