Born into This...Like This... DOOM! Bukowski

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

...I am Born into this world. Consumed by Leviathan.
Can I change it?
I can only await what happens next, await for the choices that lay ahead of me.
What I can change is my direction.
Am I continuing on the path to Greatness? Path to Destruction?
I realize...
I am a product of Leviathan...Either path I choose, my Life will CHANGE...I CHANGE my world as I Live...Can I choose to slay Leviathan? or stay in it?
I want to slay it, but I wouldn't mind staying in it, if I can tame it...
I'm still sharpening my sword, my mind.
When I am confident in my skillz, I will face it and decide its fate...my fate...


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Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realise we cannot eat money.
-Cree Saying

Passion of the Student!!! A week of School left, and It's Holy Week!

It's been a while since I last posted. I've been searching for inspiration on a next blog topic, for the past 4 months. Something that I learned in my creative writing class is that, I personally, struggle and think too much on what I feel is inspirational, or what I should be writing about. This is more of a flaw for me.
I feel like I need to develop the PERFECT blog post...well that's not possible.

Look at this, already I've gone into a tangent.

Anyway, it's Last week of my 3rd year at UofT, and it so happens to land on HOLY WEEK!
I pray that things will work out for the good in the end. 2 things to look forward to, End of School, and of course EASTER Celebration!

If anything its like an omen in a way...(but not really I'm just developing a crazy context as a form of procrastination)...Since it IS HOLY WEEK, a week involving the Passion of the Christ...This also kind of plays a part in the Passion of the student! I am a student, figuratively and literally. I study Life, and Im always learning something new everyday.
I must endure and suffer through these Exams and Assignments, and do my best on them...only then will I be able Raise* myself up and enjoy the Easter Celebration and fully accept my beloved Summer Vacation...