Still Wrecking Through. Poetry and Arts!

Give em heck, go berserk. Been under the gun so long, there is nothing left to plunder from me. This isn't a fun place to be where you don't feel free. Consumerism trap, mindlessly consume, no bother to wonder where it's all at. Getting over and above the top, though not officially recognised by any system, stand above on the outside. Still will hail and tell all a message. To have a worthy cause worth energy invested.

Many years of mere survival, all along I hunger for thrival! Everyone seems head down running around rat racing. Yet all this time I've spent looking at it, understanding it, it may seem hard to process, yet I've faced it. The brainwashed minds, away from pure food, pure water, social cohesion and the sublime. The new kind of rebel you may find is very kind, to battle off against all rudeness. Fire against fire, emptyness against emptyness. An empty hand against and empty mask forgetfulness. They forgot what it was like to be a kid.

Still no floundering, though it's been a slog. Need that right ripe place to let it all unfold. Read the right books with references, relate to know I'm not the only one who thinks in these ways. Always have the wonder to know what makes it all tick. I go for the significance rather than the meaning. Don't lock my mind into contriving. A way to point out the obvious and show there is more than one way to think, more than one story line to set you off the brink. I want to plunge of the deep end here, express and get hyper as I can. Do it for the kids against the man.