Van Morrison Caught Me Watching Movies at His House

Nothing really frightens me anymore. No matter how far or fast I walk toward the Sun its feels as though a storm is constantly stalking my back. I have become a grim reaper of the party. The only guy they will listen to but not until they have gone over the edge. What that edge is only they could know. The happiness illusion for rattled souls. Put here as an ease of mind to know that one day they will have a home. One day they will become doctors or politicians. They will have husbands or wives and children. One day they will not be like me. Hope driven, over read, paranoid, sarcastic, and a chalk full of attitude mother fucker. Over analytical, quick to judge, hard to impress, and better off alone somewhere. Burning with green flame like an aluminum can tossed into a campfire. Toxic.

Nothing really frightens me anymore. Guns, knives, drugs, cancer, genocide, suicide, murder, Armageddon, or death. These have all become welcome signs that we will always rise up through the filth. That we are in fact still alive. Breathing through the shit and still colonizing like insects. As glib as that may sound this means that we still have hold of our heads. We can still silently cling on to that far away dream. The hope that whatever we believe freedom to be could still very well be in the distance for us. When that one day comes I will be there. Smug with a childish grin on my face. Prepared. Either for death or enlightenment but none the less, prepared.

Hunt me down Van. Swing that axe hard. I have been watching movies in your house and all I wanted was to simply meet you. You chased me down like a wolf and all the while I was staring directly into your eyes. Hunt me down. Show me I still have something to fear.

Backwards

I am living in a backwards colony. A colony of people who do not care to see, speak, touch, or feel. A place where art has been bludgeoned to death with a hammer. No more music with heart, no more writing with care. Observation has been tossed swiftly out of the window. Sure we get around and we may be lucky enough to have some friends and beers, smiles and families but what does that mean? When did the quest for knowledge and experience get over ruled by laziness and lack of inhibition? There has got to be something wrong with a generation of our young growing up idolizing apathetic floozies on a stage. Walking around in skirts hiked up to their ass cheeks. Complete, inelegantly with multicolored make up smeared grotesquely across their faces. Waiting around shopping malls or bus stations, bars and clubs for a quick one night stand. Plugging their brains into computer monitors and exploiting their personal lives all over the Internet in belief that a society like this should be 'normal'. This society is significantly far from normal. I cannot help but be beside myself when a civilization of people so obviously defective will rape, destroy, beat, injure, corrupt, kill, set ablaze or commit suicide for a form of currency exchange that the people propagated amongst themselves in the first place. Products of our own demise. Enslaved to a dream that will infinitely be out of reach. We are all predisposed to shrug the notion off now. The primary fact that we as people deemed all of these sociological traits as advantageous. Money, Time, Loans, Debts, Prisons, Poverty, Religion, Crime, Corruption, Racism, Violence... Its ALL our fault. Although we are more content to neglect the certainty. We are all to blame.