Incoming Rant (#1)

What’s the deal with people?

In earnest, my heart bleeds for humanity. This will not be easy to write, as every word is directed at myself more than those around me. But how can I keep these thoughts caged within my mind any longer? Take a dive with me..into the rantings of a mad man.

Since when did apathy replace passion? How many times have we faced an emotional situation with a blank stare? The crying homeless, the terminally ill, the abused children, the frightened they mean nothing to us? Once I theorized that people–if given the chance–would choose to remove those “lesser fortunate” than themselves from society in an effort to quiet their conscience. But people have proven me wrong…they remove “society rejects”¬†on the subconscious level. Why would you ignore a fellow human being!?

And what’s with the inverse shift in human relationships? The closer someone is to our heart, the more we hurt them and are hurt by them. We hold a stranger’s opinion at a higher tier of acceptance than a close friend’s. In light of this, why even have friends? Choosing to let someone inside your heart and head only ends in pain. Holding the world at an arms length is secure enough, but why do we choose the first?

Finally, why do we feel the need to subjugate ourselves to “the system”? Everyone complains about a higher power–from the parent’s home rules to the workplace policies and upward to the legislative process–we hate it. Our very core rebels and yearns to break free from these cords. But….at the same time…we want those cords. Within our very insecure souls is a little flame for organization and established order. What sense does that make!? The raging beast is quelled by the tiny flame…

Yet another day where I see humanity as a broken mirror. No matter how long you look at the many fractures–all you see is yourself.


Love is Insane

Why do we feel the need to love another?
Why do we bind our hearts to the lovers stake
Then set it aflame with our own passions?
This heat, this pain, this harrowing remorse that
Haunts and plagues us in the night;
Drenching our sheets with sweat and tears..
All for Love?
Why would we subjugate and crave
The path to a bitter end?
Do we feel this lonely? This afraid?
Do we feel another could help or even save?
We give them our money, our time, our very blood..
And in the name of what? True Love?
Love is the chopping block for those who are insecure.
Love is the noose for those with no confidence.
Love is the firing squad for those who are “lost in love.”
Love is the poison that every man and every woman take freely.
To succeed in love, one must have wits.
They must have a will forged in the heat of hell.
Their minds must be made, their hearts must be firm,
And, above all else, their tongue must be bound.
If a person can achieve all those listed above–
Then maybe, just maybe, will they succeed in love.