The abstract, developed and retract

Just because of the way you react.

The influence them have on us.

Oppression becoming oppressed in

the presence of machinery.

Materialized education depleting our worth.

Numbers are the abstract idea of worth,

and with a false value we no longer search.

We are divided and conquered, without identity.

An absence of identity becomes your identity,

a facade, an illusion of a free world with no

segregation. Multicultural segregation.

The state of emotion is an illness

with a numbing cure. A thought an idea

only safe when not escaped from your lips.

In the freedom of advancement an invisible hold

on your choice only broken in consciousness.

The role that is played in capitalist puppetry

holding you in pain, on a string. Internalizing

your own pain, without connection to the world

preordained for you. Without intricate connection

to each other in a completed motion; a balance.

Disconnected from the breast from in which we nursed.

Farmed by the machinery in which we created ourselves,

kept in pens, fed our own poison. Feeding on the tit

of industry. Stress created by illusive abstract ideas

control our being. Life is measured quantitative, void

of qualitative evidence. The micro individual unaware

of his macro impact. The fad of “green” and its micro

impact on our macro goddess, our home, our balance

and love. The destruction created from an abstract reality,

where infinity exists and the qualitative of limitation is

hidden, exhumed illusive. Enslaved in unconscious reality.

It seems the more you speak the less people listen. If you babble on about nothing, and when I mean nothing I mean a conversation void of substance or a point; that seems to be when people listen. Empty conversations are not threatening and you can build up your ego in a seemingly pointless way.

Any observation is a personal enlightenment, not often shared unless for ego sake...

Anyway, on about being a woman.

Being a woman is just as much about being a woman as being a man. I say this lightly because our existance is viewed as secondary to a man. This is not true, as any woman will tell you. Our existance is artistic, emotional, thoughtful, empowering, observational, experimental, passionate, it is what we want it to be. Void of men or full of them/one. In that enthrallment of love, our position is perceived as secondary but it is truly primary. For men are not our only passion, and definately not our first.

The struggle is exciting, difficult, tragic, draining, heavenly but the idea of identity is much more sustainable, and poetic.

Ideas are raw and a naked form of self in words

Now that I`m all moved into the new place I finally feel like I can breathe! I realized my biggest demon is my people pleasing self. On a constant basis others tell me how the feel I should be acting, what I should be doing and who I should be hanging out with, how I could be a better friend/daughter/person, and all these things I "should" be doing. I`m honestly just tired of those expectations being put on me. I don`t care if people think Im selfish because I am doing what I NEED to take care of me, and for taking a path that I want to take. If your love is measured by how well your partner/friend meets your expectations, well you can take your expectations and shove it. People are impossible to please, and I`m done doing this to myself. Its what drove me into the ground before. I know what is right in my heart, and I won`t ever shove my opinions down your throat so don`t do it to me. If you can`t support and love me for who I am, don`t bother being around. I don`t need more drains in my life. I need uplifting.

I am not going to variations of your expectations,or variations of myself. I will be 100 percent me. I like me better that way, and if you don`t then don`t be around me.