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Born Dead
Born in a world I cannot understand
Brought in a world that could never understand me
I looked around to find a Truth
I only found lies
Born to work and born to pay taxes
Born to bow and buy their deceit
Born with a name and a bar code
Nobody asked me
But I was born dead, I belong to the unliving
Born dead and I weep for the living
The prisoners of life, the slaves of desire
The vain, the deceived
That never lived
Born in a hell I didn’t ignite
Another corpse to fuel the fires
Another body and mind to be infected
And carry the disease
Born to rot and die every day
Born to kneel and hope and pray
Born to be a conceited puppet
A Consumed consumer
Brought in a world that could never understand me
I looked around to find a Truth
I only found lies
Born to work and born to pay taxes
Born to bow and buy their deceit
Born with a name and a bar code
Nobody asked me
But I was born dead, I belong to the unliving
Born dead and I weep for the living
The prisoners of life, the slaves of desire
The vain, the deceived
That never lived
Born in a hell I didn’t ignite
Another corpse to fuel the fires
Another body and mind to be infected
And carry the disease
Born to rot and die every day
Born to kneel and hope and pray
Born to be a conceited puppet
A Consumed consumer
Published 21st Mar 2014
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21st Mar 2014 11:07am
wow this poem is realy good . your right people form the day they are born are drilled with how to act and be and in the end all people did was make more sheep .
21st Mar 2014 11:56am
Except the ones that have the guts to leave the herd and live free...and such individuals are always hated and shunned by all...the black sheep, blessed and cursed at the same time. Thank you so much for your comment my friend :)
27th Mar 2014 3:20am
"Born to rot and die every day
Born to kneel and hope and pray
Born to be a conceited puppet
A Consumed consumer "
These lines honestly make me so envious coz I really really really wish I came up with those..
I feel this way...despite knowing that it's not gonna help..but..you know what? It's fine. Aren't we all ultimately looking for the same thing..in different forms? And biologically the dominant strains would always impose their desires on the ones that aren't that abundant(I wouldn't use the term "weak" coz I don't think anyone is weak because everyone is mortal)
Loved this one..and I'm jealous coz I wish I had written it..(LOL don't worry I wouldn't discredit you, I have codes of conduct bordering towards lunacy)
Born to kneel and hope and pray
Born to be a conceited puppet
A Consumed consumer "
These lines honestly make me so envious coz I really really really wish I came up with those..
I feel this way...despite knowing that it's not gonna help..but..you know what? It's fine. Aren't we all ultimately looking for the same thing..in different forms? And biologically the dominant strains would always impose their desires on the ones that aren't that abundant(I wouldn't use the term "weak" coz I don't think anyone is weak because everyone is mortal)
Loved this one..and I'm jealous coz I wish I had written it..(LOL don't worry I wouldn't discredit you, I have codes of conduct bordering towards lunacy)
27th Mar 2014 8:44am
Well jealousy is a good thing haha keeps you motivated. I am honored you liked it, now go write something better ! :D
As for looking for the same thing...friend, i found some peace when i just...stopped looking for much haha, a meaning first and foremost. Life can only be understood with insanity i think...but then again, the need to understand life is a need again...now try to imagine a needless state of existence...shush the damn Self and it's needs...for some seconds or more if you can, embrace Infinity, the Universe, steer away for this world, from Self, empty the cup....
What then...?
When we dare to empty the cup...
something will fill it, the universe hates voids, always looks to fill them up...;)
As for looking for the same thing...friend, i found some peace when i just...stopped looking for much haha, a meaning first and foremost. Life can only be understood with insanity i think...but then again, the need to understand life is a need again...now try to imagine a needless state of existence...shush the damn Self and it's needs...for some seconds or more if you can, embrace Infinity, the Universe, steer away for this world, from Self, empty the cup....
What then...?
When we dare to empty the cup...
something will fill it, the universe hates voids, always looks to fill them up...;)
23rd Sep 2014 11:54pm
26th Apr 2014 11:38am
Love this, your words are intriguing and your style beautiful. Fabulous job!
—Lissie
—Lissie
26th Apr 2014 12:36pm
23rd Sep 2014 11:54pm
Well, if you believe this, and are forced to "live" and "die" by whatever rules "they" tell you.
You allow yourself to live in their game because that is the only way you know how to live, only way you know how to die.
You work, you use half your money to live, and the other half is paid to them.
You are "born" like this, because your reality is all you know--You can think of nothing else.
Death is for the ones who give up, the ones who can't find their own ways to rebirth themselves.
When someone tells you that you are free, that you have the entirety of existence and the tainted blue sky as your open, contaminated air--And you don't believe a word they say--You don't allow yourself the chance to hope that there is freedom for you--
Not "legal" freedom, not "given" or "dead" freedoms--
But freedoms that you give yourself--Your creative mind.
Why stay stuck in a world, and complain and grieve about your trapped, cycling reality--When you have an entire mind to run off to?
The only thing you should be concerned with on the "outside" is keeping yourself alive--Paying taxes because that is what you are expected to do--And all the other jazz.
No where have I ever read something that has such an absence of HOPE.
Such darkness, such dispair--
Because there is, apparently, nothing that will get your mind off of such a solid misery.
DO you have anything to keep you from thinking of this, or the cycle you're caught in? No one? Nothing?
I guess this was my attempt to be friendly~ :)
Although how things are can be surprising to some--It's just something that must be accepted.
No one can change it for you.
But you must learn to accept the world, or the parts that you feel you must understand.
Find your own meanings, if you must.
You need not bow to the animals, or accept their false words--For those that have power and control, they have corrupted minds.
You give up before you give yourself a chance to fight--You choose to not feel anything and observe your fellow man from afar--Seeing their suffering.
If you accept and "live" by this, then they have already won. They have already taken your will, and that is something that you would need to get yourself out of hell.
They have not taken your mind or soul--You still own those, in whatever sense of reality you allow those two things to be apart of.
Containment and complacency festers like cancer.
If one observes another not caring what sort of place they're born and killed in, then the one who observes will not care (or will learn not to care) either...
How true are your own words?
How close do they fall to your own self?
You allow yourself to live in their game because that is the only way you know how to live, only way you know how to die.
You work, you use half your money to live, and the other half is paid to them.
You are "born" like this, because your reality is all you know--You can think of nothing else.
Death is for the ones who give up, the ones who can't find their own ways to rebirth themselves.
When someone tells you that you are free, that you have the entirety of existence and the tainted blue sky as your open, contaminated air--And you don't believe a word they say--You don't allow yourself the chance to hope that there is freedom for you--
Not "legal" freedom, not "given" or "dead" freedoms--
But freedoms that you give yourself--Your creative mind.
Why stay stuck in a world, and complain and grieve about your trapped, cycling reality--When you have an entire mind to run off to?
The only thing you should be concerned with on the "outside" is keeping yourself alive--Paying taxes because that is what you are expected to do--And all the other jazz.
No where have I ever read something that has such an absence of HOPE.
Such darkness, such dispair--
Because there is, apparently, nothing that will get your mind off of such a solid misery.
DO you have anything to keep you from thinking of this, or the cycle you're caught in? No one? Nothing?
I guess this was my attempt to be friendly~ :)
Although how things are can be surprising to some--It's just something that must be accepted.
No one can change it for you.
But you must learn to accept the world, or the parts that you feel you must understand.
Find your own meanings, if you must.
You need not bow to the animals, or accept their false words--For those that have power and control, they have corrupted minds.
You give up before you give yourself a chance to fight--You choose to not feel anything and observe your fellow man from afar--Seeing their suffering.
If you accept and "live" by this, then they have already won. They have already taken your will, and that is something that you would need to get yourself out of hell.
They have not taken your mind or soul--You still own those, in whatever sense of reality you allow those two things to be apart of.
Containment and complacency festers like cancer.
If one observes another not caring what sort of place they're born and killed in, then the one who observes will not care (or will learn not to care) either...
How true are your own words?
How close do they fall to your own self?
24th Sep 2014 5:43am
Wow thanks for the lengthy and so meaningful comment ! Actually, there's a double meaning in the worlds of this poem/song. "death" can mean the ultimate transformation, the mindless consumer dies inside, so real life can be born. Second, a different person, one that is not concerned about false things most obsess about can appear "dead" to the "normal" ones out there, that's what i meant by "born dead", it's a very personal poem. I've been called a weirdo and hermit, even old man by people that couldn't understand i was just different. Well duh, i let them live in their unlife of working 24/7 to buy useless gadgets and fancy clothes to show off, i chose to remain in my dungeons...which are full of color i assure you ;)
