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  Quiet Desperation      Holding on to each and every breath, waiting for a moment. Praying for a day, that never truly comes.      The lives of the men who came before me, constantly living in a world of despair. From daily interactions, to the simply milestones of life- an act so simple, yet dark in nature. The very thought of a moment, where a breakthrough finally occurs. And yet- it never happens.      Praying for a miracle leads most men desperate. They live their lives, believing that their faith will be rewarded. Stumbling, day after day, hoping that our Creator will bless them with abundance, as the tides of fortune finally turn their direction. So long they pray, until finally- their days become no more.      A never-ending cycle of desperation. Where belief has scarred over into complacency. A pipe dream of a world in which they live in, slowly fades into he shadows forever again.      How many of ...

  The Chains of Ideology.      True power no longer lies in men.  True power, no longer operates through a leader or a party. True power, is now hidden in the shadows, without anybody to call it out to the light. The game has once again, been reverted to the forces which have caused more deaths throughout the 20th century, than any other force throughout world history. The stark truth is that the chains of ideology have been responsible for hundreds of millions of deaths, worldwide.      How can one fight against such a device, which the victims fight so hard to keep? How can one break free from the train of thought, which has spread amongst the generation, like a wild virus? How can the very force which has surfaced to the forefront of society, over and over again, be finally contained and destroyed- once and for all? The drastic requirements to rid the world of such evil, are too gross to share in words. The reality is, history never repeats its...

  Money Has Corrupted Our Soul.      Money has created a new system where people no longer understand life. They no longer understand how things work, or what must be done. They no longer respect or understand the tremendous sacrifices and violence it took in order for us to live in a relatively peaceful world. No world is perfect. No time is harmonious. However, make no mistake, we as a society in whole- especially here in the West- have been living in a golden age. ✶      The golden age has been going on for some time now. If I had to pinpoint it, I’d probably say since the end of World War II. After the war, all the men returned to their families, and celebrated life the only way we as humans know how to- Sex. At least, those who did return home. Millions upon millions of souls were lost in the battles. Regardless, as with any time period in the world- tremendous violence leads to unfathomable prosperity.      Life was great. Families...

  Art Will Save The World.      I believe it was Dostoevsky who said that, many, many years ago. Which goes to show that the world has been in a d decline for a long time now. History continues to repeat itself, over and over again. No matter what day or age it is, the evils of yesterday are ever-present tomorrow as well.      I fear I may never be able to save the world. I fear that my ability to extend out and aid those who are in distress will diminish. I fear that I am nothing more than a failure in the arts.        Saving the world was all that I ever dreamt of. Being able to wake up, and work towards awakening the human spirit and consciousness. Unfortunately, a grim reality is slowly setting within. The fact that I am simply not strong enough. That I have overestimated my reach, and I must now face the consequences. The consequences that I will soon become nothing more than another cog in the machine. Another brick in the wal...

  Thinking Hurts.      My brain no longer wishes to participate. I wish there was a way I could completely shut it off. Perhaps a switch, which would allow me a moment of peace and quiet. Even my dreams haunt me, with lovers from a past life. Everything is painful. My strength is faltering to the point where I question if I can continue to take this anymore.      Creation is my only way out. That much, I have deduced. The ability to build and create something which can properly express my pain is all that I have left at this point. There seems to be no other option left for me. I must create. I must sit down, and allow the darkness to consume me. I must be willing to go under the water, and allow it to break my breath. The very magic which I am afraid of, must now be used against me. I no longer have a choice.      Deep down, my soul grows tired. Living the same day, over and over again. The same nightmare, never ending. Although I admit...

  Dream of Californication.      Space may be the final frontier, but it’s made in a Hollywood basement. Sometimes life isn’t about understanding why we act a certain way. Sometimes, life is simply about acting. Just doing as we see fit, and moving forward with it. Not spending too much time, overthinking it and trying to calculate our every step. Perhaps there is more to being vulnerable than simply sitting around trying to plan it all out. The old saying goes- man makes plans, and God laughs.      Something about the West Coast calls my name, over and over again. I don’t know what it is. The magic over there is something that I just can’t seem to shake from my mind. Which is insane, seeing as I already did my tour. I’ve spent my time over there. And yet, after all this time- I still long to return to it. I still long for the beaches and the Ocean. I long for the weather and the people. Not necessarily the individuals themselves, but simply the happy ...