Reconstructing Deconstructivism

Men of means know no ends
A generalization it may be
But the cogs in the machine
Know too well it only depends
On who is looking
Let us fight to the bitter end
The way nature has intended
Those greenpeace muppets
Actually believe they can save the world
By standing round holding hands and chanting ‘we care’
All the time believing that they are above nature itself
Remember what Nietchze said about Christian morality
Our means may not be money but we can aquire that
Through yet other means the traditional ones shal we say
Racism aside maybe manson had a point about helter skelter
2012 all those people waiting for an end
Be proactive!!
Let us set the world alight
And watch it burn
So it all can start again
Just as nature had intended

Melted cheese and synonyms
Burnt toast
And me again
Purpose left
And acid rain

Disposed of in one ancient breath
Colours of life fowl with deceit
And woe
We are now who?
In relation to what?
We see no beauty and have no pain
Glory
Privacy
Agonise
This world is still the same

It starts with a joke…
Then with the taunts
And on with the fighting
Exhausting our souls
Not a truer thing been spoke
What man hath he will always flaunt
What he wants is exciting
What he will receive is a big black hole

Words, words, words………

Show me the way
My rhyming schemes have little to say
Or should I say nothing
And nothing indeed…………
This life found, peace, the girl-
Everything I need.

Now I wish not to sleep
I wake
I need not dream of you no more
I dared not look for you
And you fell right through my door
Life replies to my questions in the strangest of ways
And yet I will never complain
The gift it has it has bought me, the light it has shed
Pushes back the darkness and swallows the pain

My iron maiden
Your spikes face towards me and I hug you
To show you
It is me
Let us bleed together
I will never let you go
As the pool at our feet grows larger we feel faint
This is us now
You know it is beautiful
The way you always wanted to go
And me knowing and loving the irony of our love
That makes this blood flow
The trail we left; the little droplets
That merged into a thin trickle
Will finally reach them
So they know
What we had and why we both had to go

Oh my five lettered little friend how shall I speak to you?
If I truly loved you or at least coveted your nature I would not care
And yet,
I use you on so many occasions about so many issues
You are so abundantly useful
That however speaks more about the world than you
You are pure
You elicit no action or emotion
You are
You

Oh what a mixture you are
How are we to feel?
And yet
We all know you so well
You are the essence of what it is to be human
To be frail and fallible
You are love and hate
Life and death
From all the world around us
We know you best

I want to be inside you like jesus
I want to delve the depths of your depravity
Feel you thumping through my arteries
And sobbing through my veins
I will drag you into my world
And welcome you to your insanity
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name

Everybody’s happy!
Every spirit is putting a gun to their head
The world keeps spinning
But remember
Happy people are boring
Bored people get depressed
Depressed people aren’t happy
Everybody isn’t happy
Maybe my spirit stands a chance

It seems to always feel like this
– Quicksand:
The more you struggle the faster you sink
You know the only way to get through is to hold your breath and relax
But how do you keep from panicking?
You’re whole body screams at you to take a breath
Only you’re brain can resist
How long can you last?
For how long will you still be sane?
Can you hold it until you surface?
Wait to take that first breath of untempered freedom?
Or will you fold, take two lungfulls of sand and sink straight to the bottom?

Do you ever ask yourself how people do it?
Ever hate your mind?
Want to take a drill to it so it will stop asking you questions that you will never know the answer to?
I even hate my feeble attempts to describe my extreme lament I hold for my intellect
Maybe words will not be enough