Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Contextual Tranquility of the Idealistic Efficiency based upon the Literal History

Welcome to the world that you live in.
Welcome to the place that you call home.
Welcome to the pseudo reality that you have built around yourself like a prison.
Meant to hold you in.
Meant to contain you.
Meant to make sure that all your pleasant little dreams come true.
Welcome to the world that you wish to destroy.
To tear down.
To create.
To thrive.
To prosper.
To exist.
Welcome to the toxic filled wasteland surrounding your unpleasant little nightmares.
Welcome to the concrete forest of mankind’s environment.
Replacing all of the greenery with a content state of grey.
Welcome to the sense of urgency one feels to simply pass by your fellow man.
Not giving a second glance to the one you feel so eager to call stranger.
Welcome to the division of humanity.
The breakdown of the societal understanding of another.
The constant sense of disrespect vomited forth in words.
The subtle intricacies of relationships that are no longer found.
Welcome to the complete lack of true platonic love.
Where one must gain much more than they give.
For in our age giving is lost art.
Lost to the sand of time.
Swept away under the rug of selfishness.
Never to be thought of again.
Welcome to the audible sound of my voice.
Tickling its way against your ear drum.
Playing a fine tune that you so eagerly wish to critique and alter.
Welcome to the visual conceptualization of my being.
The sensual touch of my existence teasing your perception.
Welcome to the biased judgement of your mind.
Welcome to the thought flooding into your conscious of who I am.
Who I should be.
Who I shouldn’t be.
Who you want me to be.
Who I really am.
Welcome to the inside of your mind.
Welcome to the guise you have placed over your persona.
To shield you from the world.
To ensure that you are never to be hurt by another.
Welcome to the pain you blatantly ignore.
The dagger of false hopes that pieces against your soft fleshy confidence.
Welcome to the ignorance that you believe is the truth.
Believe like that of a dictator speaking to the masses of sheeple.
His grandeur presence too much for the common intelligence to understand.
Welcome to that all too common companion known simply as racism.
Spurring you forward.
Spurring you away.
Spurring you against the tides of progression.
Spurring you as if had no choice.
Which you don’t.
For you see.
This is the world that you live in.
This is the world that you call home.
This is the castle of life that has come to maintain your unpleasant little existence.
Now do you enjoy this?
Do you accept this?
Do you feel this is adequate enough to place your heart in?
For after all, that cliche little saying speaks the real truth.
Home is where the heart is.
Now.
Welcome to the place that you call home.

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