You give a damn

It moves at a snails pace and brings forth a motion of grandeur brought upon with a vehement regression of unspecified emotions that can't bring the man in the black hat down. It is the pace of struggle that can't be brought through to the unsympathetic ears of the suited men wanting to bring a torrent of pain upon the person. It is unrealistic to believe that one can fight so hard and win this battle. I don't know why I try to care about this. It is such a statement of intent to wean oneself off of this parade. I hope that it helps that I sit here with a blank look on my face and just here the muted grasps of pompous arrogance. It pains me to believe that choices will be made by the few ignorant voices of many misconstrued ideals thinking that they have the decisions that is for the betterment of others. Its sad to beleive that one believes one can make a change in this jumble of madness. You enter with good intentions and get hit by a wall of stalement that would drive a chessmaster mad. It goes on and on in an endless drivel of rhetoric and open ended speak of unimportance that makes a person's feeling self worth increase exponentially. The man in the black hat laughs towards the direction of these few. He sits with smile from ear to ear with a baseball bat tucked behind his back waiting for the oppportune moment to strike these idiots withe such force as to dislodge their eyes out of their sockets. He would pick up these little orbs of flesh and play a round of beirut with them. These dreams bring him to a feeling of hapiness and delight. This feeling drives him every day to push through the drudgery and ineptitude that this group brings forth. This is the day we celebrate. Welcome everyone to apathy.

Music To My Ears

As the music pumps through the speakers in my ears I think of things that have been going on in this world and bring myself to the rhythms of joyful happiness that exists in life today as I move through the day to day transgressions of a individual blessed with a morbid obsession of the inanimate. I wonder quietly what brings me to move through these days. The endless toiling of grilled cheese sandwiches brought to friends who would rather face the endless ridicule from step fathers then stepmothers. I move through the hall of this house. The walls painted a peach blue with a indifference that can be seen by the whimsical features of a brunette soap dispenser. I could see myself opening a door into the netherworld with a fist pump and a shout out to the other side. Looking forlorn and whimsical and thinking they really have a clue when it comes to coming up with complicated features that compliment the atheist tea avenger.
I listen to the night chime into the inert voice of the stranger next to me. I take the time to really look at his face. The weather has done no justice to this man. I notice the crows feet, the laugh lines and the sun spots predominately telling everyone this man has seen life more then once. I think to myself what has this poor soul seen or even heard. Life wears on the most resilient of souls. It is a cruel mistress that stresses even the most strong and profound souls willing to fight and stand up for the front that is thrown at them. I still marvel at what time has done to this poor man. I see the longing in his eyes for a better tomorrow. The wisdom that has been given to this man which is unfortunately in the wrong hands. Its the secret to life and no one has a clue as he is passed over everyday without at least a glimpse or a afterthought to giving credence to a man with the world in his pocket. I think to myself how can I sell this to everyone; to open their eyes to this revelation and you just don't know what you can be in this life. I know I would like to be someone. Are you someone?