Update On Life

This is sadly not a poem but more of me expressing where I have been lately. I have been trying to escape a little bit from the internet but as you can tell it doesn't help. Finals are over! Which is good, its nice to have a break for once, but now I will continue to look for a job which there are some high hopes. Yesterday I was stopped by the Missouri State University Police because I looked like a young Mid-thirty man who attacked a girl. To be honest if I knew what the guy looked like I would have beaten the shit out of him, which now I want to even more because I was stopped for no reason and treated with disrespect. Any who, this is just a quick update about stuff. AND it is now officially that me and my love are "engaged" We kept it a secret for a bit until a few days ago. Now I will leave you all a video about being human. For being human is being a poet.

Inevitable Truth

Visualization of pictures appear.

Electronic print blurs as your eyes 

Focus to the media that smear 

Upon your face as eyes strain. 

A halo of data ties

You down in what was a home.

Now a prison to hide the skies

That others see with disdain.

Placed in rooms of foam.

Cities stand dead, vapid and bleak.

Just like the ruins of Rome

Whom would even see us as mundane.

Your mind is about to break.

Genetic memories of natural creation

Motions your mouth to speak,

To scream as blood hits your veins.

Stand up in damnation

Of what you have succumbed!

Rise up and breath in elation.

Rest and let your eyes pertain

To what man has lost. 

Exposed

How naked I feel.

In front of the truth

Basking in its grandeur.

Finally able to heal.

Artist hakubaikou 

Expressing Sympathy for Hatred

My hatred wasting on pity lives.
Ranting and raving not my release
Nor my choice to express sympathy
For those who steal with knives
Pointing deep in your back.

Vehemence they spew deceit
With a fake smile before their attack.
If everything was zen then I have none.
While they bastardize and cheat
Whats left of honest souls who strive.

Their own hate shouldn't consume
Who I am, for they, the lost lack
Heart of achieving vivacity of the conscience.
In the eyes of this world I bloom.
Let hatred taint their souls to void.