Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Can you even imagine?

Yesterday I was in one of those hormonal swings of emotion in which I get caught up in evils and sainthood and I stew in the misery of being alive and human. My darling boyfriend was trying to pull me off that swing and onto solid ground and I started thinking:

What would the world be like if everyone strove for success of the human race?
What if everyone felt their purpose in life was to better the quality of life for every man, woman, and child?
What if the reason every being grew up, went to school, and learned a trade was in order to make the world around them a better place?
What if there was no such thing as individual gain?
What if there was no pleasure found in collecting personal riches?

I didn't know where I was going to go from there.

But then Will in his blog Hardcore Genting, showed me a society where that already exists.
Yes! Here on this Earth there is a species where they build towers a mile high (in relation to their size) and dig a mile deep and construct beautiful things with nothing but wood, spit, and total dedication to their species as a whole.

This video painted a beautiful picture in my head.

A society where men are angels. Mankind needs no reigning force to keep them in line.
In a vast and every darkening world, man looked for nothing but beauty and creation for every being.
Can you imagine what we would have already accomplished had most of us not wasted our lifetime on monetary gain???
We would definitely already have a near perfectly efficient source of energy.
Can you picture buildings a mile high with gardens on every floor and absolutely no waste from the creation and upkeep of such an extravagant building?

Can you imagine living in a dorm at your school and eating dinner and sharing with your peers exactly how each one wanted to make the world brighter, cleaner, or healthier? Can you imagine that sense of unity you would feel being simply human?

Artists would create to bring peace or happiness to the audience or onlookers.
Athletes would perform to bring drama and excitement to everyone's lives and for the love of a game and comradery.

I'm having a societal orgasm just thinking about this utopia.

The key is, however, that there would be not one single person on this planet with any intention of taking advantage of the rest of us. One man with a desire for individual gain would bring this entire imaginary and despairingly impossible world crumbling.

I can just barely imagine this world.
Thinking about it too much makes me forget the real world in which we reside.
I'm pathetic in thinking so, but I like to entertain the idea that this mentality isn't too far off from possibility.
Not even I am so unselfish though.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Pessimism

Am I choosing to be ignorant by being an optimist?
Is it even really possible to maintain a cheery outlook when Truth is unveiled?
Is anything achievable from any viewpoint?
Is there anything worth achieving?

Fuck Kurt Vonnegut.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

These dark days have me down.

I've misplaced my raincoat and forgot my umbrella.
I fixed a darling coat that only looks good with dresses.
But my whole body shivers at the idea of a dress on days like these, even with a coat to cover me up.
Wind, blow some of that spontaneity my way.

Friday, November 12, 2010

I am a muse amused by you.

This is just to say,
I have stolen all of your lightbulbs.
I needed them to see the light
You already have.
I am so sorry.
It is so bright.

I was laying in bed this morning, wondering how I can cope with the throws of love and remembered that I once did with poetry. Jumping up, I found my book of self sewn poetry detailing the swells and aches of my little heart in high school.
So here are some treasures.

I've waited miles and searched ages for an inspiration like yourself.
My caffeinated beats, fleets and tease, meets and squeeze.
Nerves, rusty from rain, crusty with pain, unused and abused.
You are my anecdote in the awkward room.
My antidote in the virus boom.
Never take your hand away, never leave me this way.

SIDE NOTE: Even now I haven't searched ages in anything. Also, he did leave me that way.

My grumpy tummy tells funny tales. It wails and snails towards food and down trails. We've been down this road, slowed by hunger. Over and under clover and thunder.
Good grief, I was starving.

God Woman, let me be free. Joined hips bring snide quips.
You cause ire in my bile. Your fire's out of style.

A truly human thing to do
Unruly crewmen sing to blue
Soaking up the salty hue
Ignoring that little, faulty screw
that sunk the boat
and killed the crew.
Davy Jones wishes you
all a bitter
and deep adieu.

Birds will dance and men will fly and then we'll learn you can't touch the sky.
The crow will laugh and the dove will snort at our disappointment and dreams cut short.
But no matter how we beg and how we plead, birds won't give up the grounded life they lead.
We will be stuck between Earth and Space, our final dream we're left the chase.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Internal Revolution

I make mistakes and trickle out the doubt and clout.
I apologize a million times.
And one more time to lose the value of words and take away the meaning of my ill planned and ill manned mouth.
I'm sorry again.
I put my life first and think I'm a martyr.
I put myself on a pedestal and tell myself I'm worthless.
I contradict myself on a daily basis and feel neglected in the midst of your adoration.
(Notice how 'I' is the first word in most of these sentences...)
Come first.
Do your thing and lead your life and let me tag along.
Let me forget I matter and let me see that you are the amazing person with the bright future and stone hard drive that I fell in love with.
I want to follow you.
I'm sorry I've been plowing a path as if it's ours, as if you are merely my accompaniment and have forgotten that you have your own calling.
It'll be easy to stray when you're leading the way.
The sun revolves around the world, but not around me.
My world revolves around you though. Take me into your world and help me to forget I think I am what's important.