Oppositional Attitude

Sometimes I just want to cry

til I die
So I laugh

and laugh lively

Sometimes I just want to sit

and pretend I don’t exist
So I stand and raise my hands

Sometimes the world get me so down

that I want to give up

with a frown
So I smile

bigger than the happiest child

Acting in opposition is something I've been doing for a while

And I think the reason why is because growing up
I began to notice that when people wanted something
they often never got it
But when people wanted nothing
that something seemed to always be want they got

Personally
this didn't happen to me all the time
just enough that I began to see a trend

A trend I saw many of my family and friends follow...

willingly
Which I really couldn't understand...

at first

Cause it just seemed so weird to me
to see someone who wanted peace
to be acting mad
or who wanted joy
to be acting sad
or who wanted goodness
to be acting bad

I mean if they really wanted those things
then why the heck would go and do...
the reverse?

But then I grew a tad bit
And as I did I had to admit
that I had come to understand it more

What I came to understand is that
insanity is defined as doing the same things
expecting different results
but ultimately
getting the same ones

Which would mean sanity
is doing different things
expecting the same results
but ultimately
getting different ones

So then doing something
in way that’s completely different from what your expecting
and getting completely different results
is better than doing the same thing
over and over again,
but getting
none...
of what you expected


Which told me that basically
somewhere down the timeline
humanity must have joined forces with insanity

Because it is insane
to walk around being cruel, or upset, or depressed
And expect to ever get anything less
than that

Yet...
people do all of these things
thinking that somehow
that will be rewarded
with kindness, or peace, or joyfulness

Look

I’m not saying that I haven’t done any of this
nor that I won’t do it ever again
What I’m sayin is that I have
and continue to hold
an attitude of opposition
against insanities transmission

Cause without an attitude of opposition
I don't see how anyone could live in a world
insisting
On holding one another through a grip of hatred
or kissing fellow human beings with lips of cruelty
Without having some means
of resisting it

So I laugh
even when I feel like I want to cry
And I live
even when I everything in me wants to die
And when the voice of despair
tells me I should just sit
and cease to exist
I stand-up
and raise my hand
in a fist

Cause otherwise how can tell my future children
much less my own inner child
that when everything in life that comes around
seems to be trying to pull you down
That smiling...
is still okay

Because sanity is defined as doing different things
while expecting the same results
but doing them anyway

So I implore you
although I don’t know you
Or necessary relate to what you’ve been through
Please
don’t give in the whim of this messed up world
But to that oppositional attitude
of wisdom within you...
be true

The Movement Continues...

- Rhetorical Artz

Ranting Toward the Reason

At it's worse...

Writing rips out every ounce of your soul only to sell you the lie that you can even really realize in words one percent of the powerfully potent perspective that you have prepared within yourself. Yet our pursuit to produce such is priceless

At it's worse...

Writing sends searing into the mind every mistake, mishap, and misfortune of all the men or women to again and again be read and spread by histories grotesquely disgusting gossip showing no mercy and making no expectation. But oh how we embrace this

This monstrosity which constantly put us to the test

often turning for the worse and rarely raining at it's best

Is it worth the stress?

For at it's best ...

Writing will slip trip and fall flat on it's face only by mistake to land on the most magnetically majestic morsel of meaning and magic life has to offer opening up the doors to explore that which have never before been breached or broken that once spoken simultaneously will have awoken in that wake of great understanding until that same substance starting handing a whole house full of bullshit illusion and headaches heeding no conclusion which confuses and loses that magic leading to the meaning it once gave into what it takes, turning you into a nudest of thoughts naked from just getting a damn break. Yet in it's allure almost all we will forsake. Simply for the sake of... sheer writing

But why?

Why do we supply a lie with our emotional highs

If writing can't even hold our highs without dropping them

Which end ups stop em

From ever being captured with the same type of rapture

Why then should we write

Damn it what are we after!

Well you see I can't speak for anyone but myself

I'll tell you why I do it, don't know about anyone else

My answer...

Is that I am after answers and thus on quest to find the right questions

that can carry me to the place of paradise which though in theory is nice needs an honest insight to invest in it's return and reward and it is precisely why I write so that I'll learn to hop aboard it's paper ship which with my pen I grip that ship that is set to sail toward a sea where my soul resides where in soul search through the wave of many words I hope to find a finished unblemished and undiminished light which will invite an infinity of serenity of self-forgetfullness...

which is why I write