Writing, drawing, music, television, movies, reiki, the metaphysical (all walks from the light to the dark path), non conformity, and observation. I don't consider myself a complex individual, nor do I consider myself sophisticated...so whatever mood strikes me, is what my interest is at that given point in time... Fear... For God's sake Hold on to your illusions Hold on to what you believe in, In the hopes that in some way, somehow they will all be true, They will be all what you say they are.. Because...because...because...that's the way it has to be...doesn't it? "If I'm this good, if I'm this dedicated, it will all be mine won't it? Shouldn't it? Wouldn't it? Couldn't it? If I hold on to this concept, it will all be alright right?" Hide your kids from the truth, Don't talk to that dude in the back of the bus dressed in black with makeup on his face, and lipstick, nodding his head to his music...He ain't bothering anybody, but hey your kid's impressionable isn't he? There's no other belief system other than the one that was beat over your head for God knows how long...it worked for you! Look at you! The productive individual, who pays their tighe, and do your damndest to save the lost souls who haven't found the way of Christ. Only you have the ability to heal their hearts, and make them see the light...after all, it was your God given duty! You can't expose your kid to another path...What if he starts lighting candles, stripping naked in the canyon behind the house, making burnt offerings of the filet mignon in the freezer to some god named Cthulu? Nevermind the fact that he found something he believed in more than what the fucking pastor at the church you attend every Sunday preached from his pulpit! He seems more focused than he ever did when you tried to quote him the bible...it's just the fact that maybe you failed...maybe you were fucking wrong...your path doesn't work for everyone...but You take his candles, erase all his friends from his friends list, make him go to church dress up in a shirt and tie, while you slowly see that inner light inside his eyes slowly die..for you took the one thing that made him feel as if he belonged, his truth, and upon him you forced hell.... Supernova dimmed in the waters of treachery No one is as blind as he who will not see..... For God's sake... Be a clone....wear the latest styles, streak your hair just like your best friend over there, shop at the mall, and become this mindless carbon copy, Not even to form your own opinions, and the only thing you need to worry about is what color is the new pink....."But if I look like everybody else, more people will like me...won't they? Couldn't they? Shouldn't they? If I only eat 500 calories a day, get collagen put in my lips and stick out my chest, I'd get more attention, won't I? Shouldn't I? Couldn't I? I shouldn't know anything more than what's on E! Television, and get my news off of Access Hollywood, I won't have to think will I? So you go under the knife, get your shit, lifted, sifted, reconstructed, renovated, sucked out, injected...lo and behold, You look like the perfect Barbie doll...the epitome of what the American woman should look like...every man's dream...Or so you think.... Because you forgot all about your little girl, watching you go through it all...all of a sudden, pushing around her food at the dinner table, exercising three times a day...wasting away...Skin becoming gray...and you wonder why the hell you find her collapsed in the bathroom over the toilet with the remnants of dinner around her lips...And your man left you for someone who actually looks like a human being...not a fucking child's toy...or is it a man's toy...your pride and joy, your face, your tits, all man made, but will fade, and poison you with the chemicals that now travel freely through your body... Nothing more than a shell, a wishing well, a product of Cosmo... Seduced by beauty's insanity Just another victim of impossible vanity For God's sake Hold on to your prejudices... Forget the fact that that black guy sounds quite eloquent when he speaks, so much so, he makes you look like a hillbilly when you start to talk Forget the fact that the guy that owns a liquor store told you at least a million times that he's not Muslim...As a matter of fact he's Hindu...From India!!! But you choose not to listen, even though you see the mini altar behind the counter. You don't want to acknowledge the fact that maybe what you've been taught about people was given to you by someone so poisoned and so bitter, they passed it on to you, giving you a skewed view of the world...and it is slowly but surely crumbling down before your very eyes.... "Put people who look a certain way, act a certain way...don't they? Wouldn't they? Shouldn't they? What about all those people who look that this, and act like so, there's some truth to stereotypes...isn't there? Shouldn't it be? So what, I still don't trust them around me, they might harm me because I'm different than they are....Wouldn't they? Shouldn't they? Couldn't they? So you continue to keep your own counsel, becoming more bitter, As you find your fallacies falling by the wayside...all the while, you find those who think just as you do...And you all wallow in the sludge you call your pride...While inside, you fail to realize that what you hate isn't what you see in others, but what you see in yourself...But you're so wrapped up in projecting your own idiocy...you can't believe that the world is not as cut and dry as you believe..... Judge not and you shall not be judged But for thee, your own madness shall not be budged. Blame it all on what you see, hear, read, experience...hell, blame it on the dog....After all it's not your fault. You did all you were supposed to do...you followed all the rules...put in the work, sweat the blood, shed the tears, and for years, you thought that it would be enough...That is until your illusions faded, and all you saw before you was the vast emptiness of your own making. The illusion made you so happy...Fulfilled your every desire, and made you feel as if you'd accomplished everything...didn't it? But what happens when you hold on to something too tightly? You either crush it, or it flies out of your hand...doesn't it? Shouldn't it? Wouldn't it? Couldn't it? But it's not your responsibility...It's what you've been told, been taught, shoved into your head like so much fertilizer in a garden...only that it has sprouted poisonous fruit...And blinded you to the fact that nothing is as you believe it to be...Nothing is as you hope it to be...Nothing is as you wish it to be...It was all constructed with doctrine, sealed with arrogance, and held together with fear. Some have awakened from the illusion...But you must awaken yourself...For no one can guide, cajole, or guilt you into seeing the bullshit for what it is, but you. © 2006 LaVaughn D. Powers