Saturday, October 03, 2009

The existentialist angst.

Everything is predestined.
That is merely a euphemism for
A controlled life"style".
Every waking moment seems like a battle.
Every night we fall asleep exhausted is
A battle lost.
The battle being fought daily.
To escape the mundane drawl of life.
Some are ignorant robots.
Yet the tragedy here is we are cognizant fools.
You work not because you want to.
It's because you have to.
Because society itself creates the need to.
Ironic how we wind the chains around ourselves?
We do not want for more money for more luxuries.
Because society creates the greed for more want.
For more luxuries that are prescribed to you
By society itself.
We want high fashion not because of innate desire.
Because society grants her blessings to the presentable.
We want to travel not to explore.
Because society creates the angst for the need to travel
Society, scheming thing that it is uncannily puts
A gleaming silver platter for us the ravenous.
Our desires are no longer our desires
Not because we want something truly madly deeply
But because society creates that need for us to want it so badly.

You say friends.
You say you meet up for old times sake.
You are actually saying you meet friends to catch up on the latest gossip/information
For use on your daily battlefield
Ammunition to attain what society wants you to want.
Friends are your social tools and weapons.
What is true friendship but unadulterated desire for more?

Desire. Even that is tainted.
You say you like someone.
You are saying you like how someone looks.
You are saying you like how society crafts good looking models for you to admire.
You are saying you like society's ideals of desire.
Not your own.
How often do you say, that person has got a heart of gold?
Which sickening little part of your life now
Is really yours?
In this world that revolves around
Money
Appearances
Desire

It is no wonder that the philosophers of the past fear this monstrous word.
Society.
If they were here, right here, right now.
They would commit suicide on the spot.
For who is there really for you to trust
But masterful devils of deception?
For those that say they want to 'offer' help
Ask what are you 'offering' in exchange
In that dark underground black market.

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