If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.
- H. P. Lovecraft
we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...
Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
(don’t be alarmed
dear, it isn’t really mine,
this is only stage make-up...
and I put it on sometimes,
when I want to hide
or pretend to be
anyone but me...
You understand, don’t you?)
Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
(I fancy them passionate purple and red,
but you disagree
claiming they’re deceitful green.
and when they float
from my mouth
dear, you’ll find they buzz
around your ear,
until they decide
it is safe to crawl in.
next, the decision is your's alone
will you chew on them for the time being
savoring what they have to offer,
will you find them true
and better than all that saccharin shit
you’ve been eating up till now?
will you be finicky, as you usually are,
will you go in unwillingly,
and find they are rotten
will you spit them on the sidewalk
and run quickly away?
will you mold my words...
like jell-o...or play-doh
...or kids with mashed potatoes...
and then, when your new sculpture is complete
...a masterpiece in its own right...
will you hand it back to me
...well, by then, it's not the same
...words switched, meaning’s changed)
Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)
I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1
Kendrick Lamar’s Never-Ending Battles
The Los Angeles rapper returns with his (surprise) sixth album, itching to escape his Drake drama, but still benefiting from it.
https://t.co/OqL2jxDsPq
It took thousands of years for the European culture to realise that a child is not an object but a human being.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote in Emile, or On Education (1762), that "nature wants children to be children before they are men." He did not see children as humans but appealed to parents to look after their offspring. However, he did not take his own ideas to heart and abandoned his offspring at birth.
