Category: Poetry

before my journey embarks
to consciousness I appeal
five elements in rotation

I balance light and dark
for base instincts to be revealed
constant motion, no hesitation

to maintain life’s spark
my spirit is fulfilled
spiraling towards creation

The author of this piece is unknown though its a very clarifying reference for recovering from trauma.

The best way to gain control over the most powerful, intelligent species on the planet is to completely divide them from the love within themselves.

As soon as they are old enough to begin creating an understanding of who they are, force them into a system that teaches them that it is wrong to be yourself if yourself is different from what is accepted as normal.

Confuse them about their own biological makeup so that they think that permanently altering their body is the answer to happiness.

Require their daily attendance at an institution that makes them focus only on the information that is provided. Make them attend the institution from age 5 until an adult, and repeatedly test them on the information so that it becomes their truth.

Give them an explanation to everything, so that they never have a chance to make their own assumptions of the world.

Scold them and humiliate them if they suggest an opinion that opposes that of their authorities’.

Keep reminding them of how cruel their ancestors were to each other in the past, and broadcast how cruel they are to each other in the present.

Only show them tragedies on the news so that they live in fear and think the worst of one another.

Convince them that their species used to be that of an incognizant wild animal, and make them think their existence is so incredibly random that they lack purpose and struggle to make sense of a creator.

Tell them that they are as smart and kind as they’ve ever been, so that they don’t question the integrity of the system to which they subjected.

Provide them with idols of artificial beauty and use them as examples of what it is to look perfect, so that they are never content with their own appearance and can’t help but to compare themselves amongst one another.

Create addictive digital platforms that rank them by numbers so that their self-worth is derived from the number of followers they have, leaving them never satisfied.

Construct a society around them in which those who have money benefit and those who don’t fail.

Make money their main focus, but make it difficult enough to accumulate such that they remain in a state of constant struggle, forced to dedicate the majority of their time to the system that made it this way.

Tax them in every way possible, but reassure them that it’s for their own benefit, so that they don’t think twice about paying it.

Take so much of their time and energy during the week, but give them two days to themselves so that they feel a sense of reward and don’t fight back.

Promote the consumption of poison in every social setting, so that even on those two days they remain disconnected from themselves and each other.

Pump their food with excess sugars and addictive chemicals, but make it cheap, advertised, and easily accessible so that they never stop consuming.

When their food makes them ill, prescribe them medication that only masks the symptoms so that they become dependent on it every day.

Charge them so much money for healthcare to ensure they remain in a constant cycle of consuming, medicating, and working.

Cause chaos amongst them and blame it on a group of their own so that they form judgemental stereotypes.

Turn them against each other in so many ways so that even if they were to connect on one, they would still be divided by another.

hidden in light
bearing dulled fangs
hungering for blood, someone to blame

the collections of masks
is starting to wear thin
lingering retribution, from deep within

through searing rage
suppressed pain seeps
severing the bonds, wounded children weep