Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Love isn't weakness...repression is weakness

We live in a world of repression of repressed, of closed up, of censored,silenced, snuffed....
Forced to be quiet....forced to keep one's mouth shut...and lead a happy meaningless, uneventful existance. Full of things that divert us from the path...things that make us feel alive....things we could keep forever and grow to the next level of our human limitation.

The eradication of all repression, repressed feeling, repressed memories, repressed lust, repressed anger.... but no, we work on the basis of our neurotic settings...contained, safe and untouched by love. We kill and hurt what we love, so we don't have to look at it in the eyes...in the eyes with honesty. We murder the opportunity so we can move on happily towards a tomorrow that will pretty much look just about the same as today. We kill what is precious so we can keep on thinking suffering and sacrifice do not exist. We'd rather be happy, something easy, something cheaper, something less fulfilling. It's not about needing someone, it's about getting what you want...you should know you never will. Not with those walls you won't, limited, and full of the word impossible. It's nice to dream but when it comes to finally escaping the fantasy and making it real. We fall behind. Unnurtured to protect our safe, happy, unfeeling little shells.

To feel forever repressed, in a world that's utterly and completely dead. Where no one cares about anything and mostly it's all biology, like machines working, seeking the next injection of oil.
When we find that thing that makes us human again. We're reminded that there's more machine than man. More of a limited point of view. Conformist. Depressed but stable. Dead but existing.

In this world of frail emotions, where people would rather choose an easier path. Only the strong are the ones alive, in seas of pure dead. Lifeless. Stiff. In a world where there's nothing left. Only the strong will prevail. Seeking their true fulfillment. For as one should know from birth. People die when love is denied.