Social Security or Black Iron Prison?

What is the underlying purpose of a social security number?
How ironic to call it so!
It seems to be a double edged blade.
It promises a feeling of safety and convenience.
"Order" is supposed to make people feel safe?
This number system keeps track of everyone, good or bad.
It can assure that war heroes are taken care of
and keep "criminals" behind bars.
It can be used to monitor society like lab rats & guinea pigs.
Trial and error. Trial and error.
It's an easy system to operate under false pretenses.

And to think...this is only a baby step to a time where humans will be implanted with manipulative tracking devices upon birth...

Improving technology is one thing--but abusing it is a crime that is going unpunished. But of course the Rulers are not going to punish themselves!

Why do they find it necessary to do these things to people? What are they trying to accomplish...really? World Peace, or a Global Freakout?

Is anyone else NOT OK with this?!
Who else is not willing to submissively give up their freedom,
without becoming just as corrupt?

Fight Fire with...Fire or Water?

Selective Hearing

Silence...

I heard you but I wasn't listening.
I refuse to give thought to your words.

What is selective hearing?
How can it exist, if you can't remember hearing something?
If you hear something and choose to reject it,
then it isn't very selective, is it?
Because even though you don't want to believe what you heard,
you still heard it.

I'm sorry, did you say something?
I heard you, but I wasn't listening.
I have Rejective Hearing.
I'm subconsciously ignoring you.

Anubis

How I yearn to take your hand
and walk with you into other worlds
as I used to do in dreams.
How I miss your coal-black eyes,
and your equally dark fur.
My heart has always been yours.
I trust you.
I have walked willingly with you,
eyes wide shut,
your hand in mine,
leading me down staircases,
over bridges,
through otherwordly doors.
We walked through my mind.

Please give me one last honour when I die.
Walk with me one last time.
Let me caress your furry face like a gentle mother.
And kiss your hand like a noble lover.

Morpheous

Clever shape-shifter!
Always one step ahead of me.
I run to keep up but I lose my breath
before I get close enough to see
your chameleon face.
I will chase you for eternity!

everytime I hit a dead end
everytime a new door opens

lost in my mind's labyrinth.
a drifter...
the wolf who strays from the pack
the snake forever biting its own tail.

The universe mocks me!
Oh the irony...
I can't help but smile in the face of Death,
and blow a kiss.

Existentialism & Judgement

Does anyone know who they are?
Their core, their essence?
Everyone has an idea of who they think they are...
But is it who they really are,
or just who they wish they could be?

Are you the person others see you as?
Are you the person you'd like to be?
Are you something in-between?

If you're a combination, then are they all the real you?
Or maybe there is no real you?
Then what are all these different you's?
How can they all be...real?
What basis for comparison is there to judge by?

What do we judge other people by?
By how many "good deeds" they've done?
By their skills/abilities?
By how financially successful they are?
By how strong & independent they are?
By how understanding and sincere they are?
By how well they adapt to new situations?
By how much of their purity they have preserved?
By how detached and at peace they are with themselves?
By their ethics and philosophies?
By the depth of their knowledge or ignorance?

What gives us the right to judge people?
It depends on the situation.
I believe in judgement on the grander scale.
How we relate to everything and everyone else.
The changes we cause by being the way we are.

Consequences and rewards are a personal matter.

Glass Eyes

my eyes
are not protected
from beauty or corruption
neither can I
grasp onto long enough
to become

I see the world
through my glass eyes
I've watched justice crumble
I've seen what makes the world go round
it burns my eyes
yet I cannot look away

I've seen the ones I love outside my glass eyes
bleeding, dying,
stretching their hand for mine
I would let them in if I only knew how

behind my glass eyes
what are they protecting me from?
my soul
is not pure enough to be preserved

Purely humble
and accepting of my nature
but I am not innocently pure
I am capable of malicious acts just as everyone else

Free within myself
to think and act of my own will
no need for sanctuary
when you have your own private paradise
no need for security
when no one else can find the Inn

my eyes
are my protection
from beauty and corruption
consuming
and controlling me

FAITH

People say to never give up.
Have faith. Keep hope.
For what?
Which is a stronger force?
Faith?
Or the ability to give up and let go?

Is it really so much easier to have blind faith?
To trust something you don't understand?

Everytime I give up
everytime I let go
everytime I lose hope in everyone
in myself
in everything I've ever believed
somehow everything falls into place

What is blind faith compared to truth earned through experience?
Should we know what we feel or believe what we hear
for Confirmation?

Blind faith transforms...but sometimes
Losing faith is far more rewarding than the bliss which faith promises.

Cross Thee Abyss

never resist
state of bliss

no guilt
no shame
no hurt
no blame

never suffocate
never obligate
never give or take

never need
never greed
never depend
never bend

never believe
only perceive
detach, isolate
its never too late

never resist
state of bliss

Cross Thee Abyss...

OUTside Looking IN

I am lost.
And for once, I did it on purpose.
For once, I am not in denial.
For once, I feel no guilt.
It is good to be lost.

How is it that I feel nothing?
Yet I feel everything all at once?
I am observing rather than feeling
my emotions flow through me;
viewing them through glass.
Outside looking in.

Loved ones die.
For them, I do not cry.
I say "I love you"
and "Do not fear to die."

How is it that I can feel enough to smile?
How can I continue to exist,
when I feel as if I do not even exist?
How can I be bonded, yet isolated?

I have no desire for existence.
I have no desire for non-existence.
Gravity has lost its effect on me.
I have lost all sense of direction.

I am in a place I feel I have been before,
yet I cannot recall ever being here.
I am not moving.
I am not standing still.
I am floating in an ocean of time.
I am walking on air.

Where am I?

Reflection

There is NO santuary!
No place of comfort.
No place of protection.
No place of eternal rest.

sanctuary is an illusion...

Alone,
we must face this exquisite Truth.
Alone,
we must overcome it or be consumed by it.
We must learn to live
alone,
for we shall die
alone.

We must not fear the inevitable;
solitude; death.
Instead we must embrace them
when they come.
Cross the Abyss!

Sanctuary is a state of mind...