Tolerance
In a green field, untrodden, unharmed,
A clear blue sky encompassing,
I am to be, and all feels right in me,
Wandering aimlessly, silent, embracing.
A cloud became, to cast shadow,
My path denying its grace.
I find myself, and in myself,
I find a mutter, unsettlement, distaste.
The cloud grew larger, now dark and thick,
Spelling my goal for me,
To seek a place, a shelter to be,
But I see myself fighting, for my mind to be free.
Drops from the cloud, cold and heavy,
Stinging my skin, touching me deep,
One by one, they erode my path,
Growing in me, fortitude, dissonance, steep.
I find myself, as I never found myself before,
A pressure ready for release fills my soul.
I gave up struggling, and am now willing,
To deliver the fight to redeem control.
I spread my arms and in a flow,
I engulf the field with a fiery glow,
I open my mouth and in a blow,
I set the sky cold as snow,
I spread my hands, each taking his,
The field and sky drawing together,
Clasping destructively, ending in abyss,
In my hands, leaving all but matter.
Samer. No future.
A person I know that goes by the name of Samer has characterised himself in such a way that simply begs for being written about. A person whose mind is saturated with all the filth this world has to offer. If a mental garbage bin would exist, Samer would be it. Now let me explain...
Samer is a person with ideas. Foolish ideas perhaps, but ideas nonetheless. Even though ideas are present, he is not the kind of person to perform any effort into the initiation of them. No he will just be and exist. with his ideas. His whole idea of purpose on this planet is based on the fact that he exists and his his basic survival instinct. For the rest his ideas just float around him. Samer does some computerwork. He created this great genuine world around his computer activities. He would make you believe that if you were him, your world would change into this colorful place with pink clouds and cheerful bunnies imposing their life philosophies on you. However whenever I ask for any precise details on his activities, all I receive is some muttering in broken english. No Samer is not a great computer scientist.... Samer is a computerslave. He has his whole being enslaved by this digital world he created for himself.
I do envy him in a certain way. He has this simple perception of everything he experiences. This creates a rather easy to live in world for him, with few requirements and expectations. No, Samer is not a man to expect anything from. He rather is the kind of person you would command to do stuff. The problem with Samer however is, that he allows no authority over him. He will just ignore you and keep on living on the expense of his family, like a leech.
Unlike his fellow egyptians however Samer does not even feel the slightest responsibility for any contribution to the social society he lives in simply because he thinks his digital world can substitute it. Samer will just be and stay until his lifeline ends. Samer's sole purpose was to be and collect mental garbage.
A small man, yet a large mind
In this dreadful world where people are used to being insulted, where war is in the news each and every day, I salvate thee. Seek for knowledge in my words and be enlightened.
The mind of many is like a bee. They seek for the honey and are not challenged otherwise, thus remaining undeveloped. The mind of few is like a tree, seeking the light, catching as much of it as possible. For he who seeks the light, the light shines at your feet, either to be trampled or to be picked up.
The brittle minds are overpopulating the world, leading those above to solitude. Serve in my army and free those whose minds are like the tree, from the bees. Drive the bees to their honeycomb and destroy them altogether!
Say neigh to now!
What defines 'classmate'?
If you would answer this question with sentences containing words that look like 'primal', 'dumb', 'not anticipating' then I would agree. Otherwise it'd be a whole different story.
I am a classmate, but I consider myself to be, the out of the regular 'classmate'. This statement would make me not fall into the same category as the general 'classmate' (from now on just classmate).
I go to school, my personal schedule is rather irregular because I do not like to follow the prescribed schedule. I just don't like routine. When I am at school, I find myself in the same room as the supposed classmates. I can talk to them, make jokes to them, it is all dandy. What bothers me however, is that I can not ever operate at my normal level with them. Their intellectual capacities are not large enough to put my true wits to the test, nor favour me with well meant laughter. No, they always remain on the lower level, where they seem to be stuck forever. Their interests never develope. It is always the same story: 'girls....cars... goin out'. As if nothing more than that could give meaning to a living being's life. The same thing goes for their sense of humor. They will always laugh about the stupidest (and most repeated) things. If you'd say to them 'I can aid you with aids, if you would like it', they would burst out into a laugh. I find it the most canny remark, and could only ignore it.
We all live in a world which ideally would be shaped to our personal being. Why could we not just all be the same. It would not be more boring as perception will have adapted the same way.
Uniformity for the masses.
Riding it lowdown
Hear y'all,
We find ourselves to be amongst the living. We are the living. We are united. War makes dread.
We fear the things that make us what we are not now. Fear the unknown, fear what disables your fear. I have got a nest of puppies. I am a nest of puppies. Where puppies are, a fear is. A fear for the immortal owner. We love eachother, but we love dust less. Lessen your drinking habit. We all eat moss, whether we Like It Or Not. How old do you think you will be when you die? It is something no thought can be given about. It just is. Just like the drunk maiden that you killed.
Blood rolls, and money falls. Beer shrinks and guts get sucked into an immune system.
Events have results. Results are taken into account when evaluating what makes you what you are. We all scream out of anger.
More ridiculous crap to smear in your faces like shite
Today, once again, I was irritated by the many annoyances people can bring me.
Sometimes it's hard to believe that actual intelligence, awareness, does exist among the general people surrounding me, daily. I go to school. To get there, I take the bus. You of course know, the bus is not only the transportation medium for bright, intelligent, young men, but aswell for the lesser intelligent, rather numbminded youngsters. So I sit there in the bus, which stops frequently, to pick up more passengers. And as it stops, I get a very close look at the people awaiting pickup. So (though not really being interested as it's always the same), I do take a look, and check out 'what's entering my space'. And to my surprise, nothing's new ! The same 'guys' over and over, with a trendy clothes line look, wearing a cap or whatever, a tough face, in a tough pose, using some stupid children's speechslang. The other option is: The modern girl, thin and slutty. That's right, you can see her belly. Oh why would she show her belly, out of functionality ? I don't think really, as the weather is cold aswell. Why would she wear a quite short skirt showing her legs ? Once again, it's close to freezing. The only thing I can come up with, to get the same type of numbminded boys horny, so she can get 'laid' frequently. So the stupid shit, or the stupid whore enters the bus.
Next annoyance: guts and bad parenting.
No matter where I am, if I see some boys on the streets, I see spiddle on the ground, and boys spitting spiddle. What the hell are they thinking. Making the ground marked with their distasteful biological marking sign, 'spiddle, often accompanied by snot'. It's disgusting. What gives them the right to desanitize public areas. Fuck, I hate them, and you should too. If you're a spitter, I hope you die from aids you get from screwing that overscrewed whore with the open belly and naked legs. I would then spit snot over your grave. Piece of shit.
Okay, next annoyance: In the bus, a stupid bitch with no brains.
I was sitting in the bus to school which takes about 45 minutes. And I was sitting not so very far from a girl. Now first thinking to have taken the right spot to sit, enough legroom, etc. I notice a sudden icky high poppy sound. It didn't take long for me to realize that fury from hell was soon to cover a 45 minute timespan of my life. The stupid bitch was chewing gum and popping with it. What the hell do you think when sitting in an overloaded bus, with people wanting to rest, be left alone in silence, and then dare to making superannoying popping sounds. Popping chewing gum, absolutely has no single fucking function, besides killing boredom slightly and annnoying the hell out of others, like a dripping sink. Damn, she totally had no braincells. I wish she had just as few bodycells. Would've made that trip far less annoying and have given me less material to write here. I've experienced the bubblepopshit several times. Pieces of shit, you lack social intelligence, and should or be decapitated for it, or be thrown in a pit with all alike people.
You who read this are just as shitty most likely. Piss off.
Ridiculous crap, I found this day
Every day I notice what utter crap of this world surrounds me. For instance, utter dyslectic television writers, stupid teenagers with their typical group behaviour, the morality of the world: 'sex, fun, fun and sex', and on and on. Today I was having a bit of a chat with one of my contactlist buddies. Out of randomness I said I was busy 'looking for love', on which he responded 'looking for a lay'. How could I ever have the slightest thought of him being different from all the other stupid morons in this god forsaken barren land. How 'love' is related to 'sex' and in this most disrespectful manner 'getting a lay'. To just have sex, with just anyone, for the sex. I can assure you, that's true love. I was searching for 'a lay'. Well no, I felt betrayed. I felt anger. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill his family, I just wanted to ravage his entire surrounding with powers I do not have to teach him some respect. After and before about each sentence there was the utter revolting word 'lol'. Terror on him and his descendants for which to tremble an entire lifetime.
