Sunday, August 28, 2011

Destiny

The contemplation of this word and concept, is derived from soul and capture.
The basic understanding of one's self, one's inner self and outward aspect.
Of life, culture, potency, taste, nuance, location and destination.
The respect of one's actions and ways,...decisions and verdicts.


To understand this value and word, each person confides within himself in inspection to understand their own truth.

The pound destiny that all that is internal inspection of faith, pleasure and way.
The best and pound destiny to all that is "I" for the way god convicted thy self to all that is "Known" and told thy self everything "I am", everything "I know",...even prior to when I was born.
For to understand our lives, is to shed all...and realize we do not know anything without something.

A sense of abound, an emptiness that we hone and reside in...a form of royalty and cade to a point at to where we are at our utmost emptiness, revealing god and the god amongst us. As the deepest most shallow point of truth. When we are with ourselves, forever and forever mankind. To test ourselves and resemble our own fear, our own testimony. The beating pump of our heart, that is dissattached to anything else and anyone, for it beats alone...from within ourselves.

Inside all of us,...there is a tender way into where we all achieve and know this feeling,... of our own fate and destiny. Our self. Our way and wisdom. Our story,...our known. Our way. We know this, yet we cheat. We change, we deceit, we pull, we change god's way for us, for we resent him, we hate him, for the story he has evovled for us. Much to our parents, that did not listen aswell, and then we continue the treatory and misery that is within life, we continue to prepetuate and proceed, the mistakes of others within their realm. We proceed to reel the worse, as trying to fix and repair...the initial birth of us, that was false and a mistake to begin with. A man listening, knowing he is nothing. Yet still perpetuating a fight, and creating more life...for "the future" and "maybe" to fix and repair what has already happened. The futile existence of your own life. How can a man or woman take the fate of listening to a calling saying "You are nothing, you are born for nothing, and you must die." With grace, and honor. Yet no, they brake,...they whine and complain, they cry and sob. They wob, and say "I could take you...I could take your life...I can kill anybody and be anybody, I can do anything...I will show you.". Creating more sin, by defying not only god, yet the resolve and answer of their inner truth. To live as peasants, as filth and created for the ordeal of nothing. To close the tide of reason to their existence, and not perpetuate a resistance by becoming more than god, and creating more life.
More life that will only continue and suffer...forever. As one seed 50,000 years ago, now is 6 billion people...still the nothing that they were then, for they have no true reason to exist. For they were made out of mistake, out of blasphemy, out of wrongdoing...and the worst...made out of sole soul destiny. As a 16 year old girl, knowing she needs to have one child when she is 40, yet has 3 untill the age of 20. Not only fucking up her life, yet destroying destiny for planet earth. Ya dig? 


This is the point of no reflection. To where one onsombles himself underneath his dome to understand himself truthfully, and cannot ever lie. Not to self. Not to the mirror of self, beneath a clear sky and sole soul.

The slightest notion, that within our deepest and most tender feelings...we know what our fate is..., and know what our destiny is...what our profession should be..., our ideal location..., our religion, our way and adventure...our destiny. Our slightest decisions that construct  our character and personality...our sway. We see and know it through, much to our dismay and amusement.


The neverending scroll of our lives, written deep within us...as a neverending sheet always fullfilling direction and wording, drawing beauty and choice. Something inside of us that knows definite relation to things, places and people. Resemblance and connection, yellow and whites of reflection. Shadow's of light and people shining through us in darkness...reminding us where we belong. To where to go and be, exist in and for.
The twine of twilight shining through the grasp of tardiness. A where to see our way in complete grief and agony, yet be a-bliss to have it...the direct way in stretch ahead of us. The yearning in knowing, cradle the dragging feet into the future, sobbing and crying at each step and pace to figure out the future, that is apparent to us. As our clown like dizziness and happiness leads our cone head into relation of whats next and who has been.

The essence of grace and shadow. To caper and tend the least. The coveting and covering of our footsteps,...the broom that shadows away and brushes upon our least ways and ventures. To see us galloping on along to nothingness, a true bit abyss pure of splendidness and grief. This is the way of our life, to know it true...and live in complete sadness for serenity, up untill knowing that tears falling are good...for they fullfill my grief with happiness. The utter realization of faith, and the completion of one's soul, ... to resemble and beal upon their truth. To feed the happiness for their death and reveal it, within everyday and everything, to live inside death apparently waiting at the end, with all its sorrow, shame, neglect and faith...and for everyday to be the lest and least of our journey's and respect of aspect. Our know, our way and cΓΈw. To plummith and seam tear our way in life, to sear and create the way of our lives as an eruption beyond way and path...
Our own stride of destruction and care, to reel and compensate to each other. The happiness of sadness, and knowing it. Looking down at earth, the plane of your footsteps...watching how they mold into the ground...to then look back, and see no trace of them.


The tender and most gentle way that within one, the ideal and champ, of what is for to forseed beginner, and the soft and delicate way into where we feel our deepest "know" and inner motions.
Since we were children...we all knew our fate...and our destiny.

Yet...the problem...and destruction, to the cord instruments of our own symphony begins when we try to handle our own destiny, to try and change our own initial agreement with god and destiny,....the universe.
To try and brake or bend our initial cords, to change our music...is when we begin to stray.
To cause havoc within our world, and continue to cause havoc, for the world itself,...for when one is not at peace with himself, he cannot be at peace with the world or others, thus the destruction of war begins, with the ultimate fight of one, within his own god, within himself...
To cause the pain and suffering, that evidentially leads to his own pain and suffering. Consequently...
Leading to world pain and suffering.

One soul to stray, one soul to suffer...? The world that is stray, the world that does suffer. This is the importance of the individual, according to his alliance with his wordily, his divine and god. In order to shape this existence in a better form, and perhaps find that utopia that is always dreamt of, between people, between earth and people. Between all living things, to create the stability and peace that eternity is yearning for. All beginning's and ending, in every single living soul. A picture of one, and inside it. All. A world full of participants, and aware beings.

There is a place and known into where one struggles to defy his own destiny...to fight his own way,...and change his own pasture.
As a bicyclist, trying to ride aside his path...even though painted and directed for him.

The attempt to change, the path and destiny...through the aspiration and pain that is truly blue, sad and painful. The cove and puke of sadness. The ultimate knowledge of the future and its direction.
To live in pain...by knowing your direct intentions, by knowing your next step, by knowing your future, yet trying to fight it.
For what is wish to sow..., the ultimate intention for a sweater you already own.
And to why score the goal, if the cup is already in your hands? As to see the footsteps in your every trail.
As a mathematician with no problems to solve, for he can already see the answers.

A hint and sort, that we can squeeze the happiness, surprise or joy out of the present.
Destiny, as a spoiler if you wish.

That ust, to take the joy and livivity out of present day, and to take the love out of laughter.
To leave a man or woman, as empty as they can be.
A torment  of the soul, to try and defy your own destiny. A torment to know it.

The least try to ease the apparent grief...by twisting the story, by distorting the destiny itself.
The dis-please in knowing thy self, and trying to form from disinformation, deform the way and muster...
That in which things are constructed from and about.
The attempt to shake or de-materialize the matter you are in, and your apparent faith. Rebellion against yourself. Rebellion against god. Rebellion against your cosmic stream. Rebellion and war, against the universe. To wage it.

A wise gnome will onst know, that to doubt your way, is to doubt yourself,...and to cause much destruction.

As a tower of cards, you and your maker have built together, only to see later...for later down the road, your own yearning to change on of the primaries...
and to cause definite collapse of the building set in progress.
To take away, a cornerstone, out of the building, years after the land was broken.

To understand the concept of destiny...its contract. Written by you...in the deepest bowel's of your soul and wantings..., the deepest most sub-conscience levels that in which your entity derives from, the ultimate revelation and weigh in of your truth and climate...to face your own destiny. Written by you....accordingly to god, fate and faith. All conjured by self.

The part to where as the artist of your own life...you wish to change color's...and deform, re-construct...the painting...that you have already mastered.

To try and defy, a contract that you have constructed. It is the boundary of legislative law, and cosmic construct. To try and rattle the forms of the universe, and shatter the stars and their settings.
All unworldly and equivalent to war.

The same way to take your own signature, and attempt to scribble out your say.
To try and sand out the blood that is in your penmanship..., and the way of leading defiance and treason against self.

The ultimate mistake, of trying to change what was ultimately decided. By you....by yourself.
To cut your own wrist, to ruin your own life. To destroy your fate, by fighting it.

To the taste, of lets say...a soul and person that is destined to be an accountant. His life,...heritage, heart and blood are destined for this position. He is a shoe fit, a whole glove in one. This is his destiny...for it is the best and greatest thing for him. The safest. The happiest. The most attuned to his heart and stars.

As if to where this accountant will try to change his contract, written by him, constructed by him.
To and for his feelings of inferiority, feelings of weakness, a lost sense of cool. A weak sense of presence.
For if from bodily formation, way for one to live. Is within his own skin, and the frame of this skin itself.

As though to where the accountant will not enjoy his 190lbs frame no longer, he will not enjoy his steady income, tidy house and family, his clean hands and clear mind...for he wishes to change for all commence ego, all commence manhood, masculinity...to change his way for the foe and raging.
Later to find himself body building and joining a motorcycle gang. Impressing himself with a heavy body set, grasp and grit full of steel and black leather. Vac gleering his achievements...
Changing his own destiny...

For the weary way of his ego and masculinity have taken control of his decisions...altering his destiny and changing his fate.

The way into where he did not suffice within his initial cord,...and changed his life, neglecting his symphony of life for death, and neglecting his death for life. Everlong the pathway, of their initial agreement.

His home no longer exists. His place in the city council is empty and tarnished. His suburbian house full of peace and cleanliness was replaced with rapid motel rooms and dirty occasional apartments. His wife of 60 years, with desperate masochistic pub whores and prostitutes. His 3 sprout clean children, replaced with bastard children carrying a brand of mixed blood and racism. The worst sides of his change, were when he was alone with himself at times of despair. Looking back at his life. A time where he was at home, with his fragile body, contemplating what it would be like to roar as a masculant motorcyclist, aside the time where he would be alone in a dirty motel room, with his magnum pistol and a head full of bad memories. The lesser evil, the greater cause. The heavy contemplation of others, and fables of wisdom know. The envy that can change one's entire life. The itch and scratch of pondering wonder, of greater lives. Ideals, models and names.
One of the primary notions when dealing with boiling blood...considering "They". Edge, nerve staggering.
Then, the pulse of rejecting agenda, and rephrasing life...in its bowel known. To please not always myself, not always my life, yet the other. So that my life can fight with the best of them, and go head to head with Wilt Chamberlain or Genghis Khan. A women not born lustful, not born as a whimmer...yet she will change herself to the highest degree, for clouds and notions of Marilyn Monroe haunt her. Neglecting her self and vision, her own image...to work others sacrifice. Competing with the ever once known abyss experience of eternity, and misjudging the wisdom and care, of a forth set life. Directed and pathed before you. For Marilyn Monroe might be famous, yet a death as all death's, should be worthy, safe and warm. It is a way where individuals neglect the watery womb they were born from and into. Finding the outer world and its stories of firedome and sphere to wander around in their minds. A reason to leave a mark, a reason to piss or spit enough times. Semen or uterus, deaths, murders or not...to paint this life with earthly eternity, or the will of it.
Roaring above all songs, screaming above hymns, and wailing beyond the smallest pulse.

This is the way of many. That cave into pressure that is created in the world, for time is of essence, and life is lived once for the best tense of time and remembrance, yet forgetting the true self, that lives inside...resides and wants in true sadness...the bliss that he has for-kept.



What good are heavy testicles when the heart and mind are sacrificed? What good is a hard hand, when not a feather to caress? What good is pleasing the wildest dreams of men? The longest fantasies of women...when you die alone with no virtue? To look back at a sturdy life. Perhaps not as exhilarating as one can be, when thinking of the full throttle experience. Maybe not as pleasing enough as the to compare the conquest of King David to the safe life of an accountant. Yet still, always peaceful enough...to find the truth and meaning inside of it, for generations to come. For with one successful child, you can never know how deep time and eternity may lead you, if by breeding or knowledge. It is simply to good, to remain straight and restrained to your destiny as you know it. As you feel it running through your bones...to please all scrolls and books, and the carpet of never ending words beneath your feet.

Better to have lived a full safe life, than a shorter one full of haste,blood and pleasure.

A way, that our inferiority complexes, distaste, envy or simple childish complaint, can destroy our destiny.
The place into where a person is dissatisfied with what is appointed to him, for petty and meaningless reason's...a notion of grunting or ranting as a child stomping his feet, for not receiving the exact flavor of his candy cane...
Yet eating one none the less.

A form of greed and displease, pettiness and adolescence. To break and stomp the ground as a juvenile,...when realizing...that you are complaining to the exact amount and degree...in which that you are responsible for.

Spoiled and resentful, for any bargain presented. For if your destiny would be to reign over europe, then again would one say "Why arent I a simple man?". It is human nature to rant, complain and whine. For it is the heart, the value of merit and virtue. The heartship of strength and work ethic, that shape the happy and complete beings. Depth and doom, that cultivate the best destiny. As the wise do know.

The deterrence of man and woman to their sufficiency, what the tome to be true and their essence of way. The utter revelation of what is true to them, and the matter of which they suffice in, confide in.

The matter of their truth. The want, the need and the material they suffice in to see true...
As in a person, satisfied enough with the matter of a small house,...some trinkets and a heavy steed to ride.
Perhaps even walking...to suffice himself with what he desires.

The few and little to what people want...
The much they actually take.

The shoe's and belt to own, as the desire of one's dream's...
Yet the closet attire that takes a lifetime to acquire.

The much that they have taken, aside to the little they actually want.
A sheppard at heart, with leather shoes.

A place where taking more than what you want, or more...that what you generally "have"...according to contract. Spinning the shank, spiteful against god...and yourself...your heart.

To over tip the glass...and start spilling.
The spill that will leak untill eternity...and forever change your stream..., and your destiny.
Pre-ordained by you...and obliterated..., by yourself.

Things that you dont want to accept about yourself, for they shine through your heart forever.
If you choose so, change or not.
That is the will of destiny, to always win and have the final cause...for any chance it will before.
You can never fight it, for whatever you do or choose, is the final chime of time, that exists only for you...to live in peace, and not fight anything. Especially...not yourself.


It is as a contra. The more you fight, the more wieght builds up.
The more you push and fight, the worse it becomes.
You steer violence, you steer truth, you steer war.
It can never be as painful as you create it, and peaceful as you allow it to be.
As anything in life, the more you pressure it, the more you think of it...it looses taste.

The essence into where more pain is fueled into life and the universe, when you dont accept yourself and your life. To go against your own current is the cause for all eruption, misfortune and woe. All life ends with sadness, for it ends. Yet the question is, if the tears that are shed...are for happiness or misfortune, regret and resent. Tears can flow thousands of years, and only the wise amongst many can understand...that they are the sweat of happiness itself, that escapes all times...through the blue depth of destiny, as the ocean itself.
Eternal.

To stress further the fact, that any resistance in life, will only cause more friction.
Thus creating tension, clatter and cluster. Making more violence and counter repellent.
Any force that can be met with violence or resistance, will only cause more resistance.


We are who we are when born.
We are who we are when we reveal that.
Swile Adolescence to twist our wake
Then do we fight, what we have learned.
We loose. 

Only to the might and virtue
Do you stride alone, within your two
Something above you, giving you 
Directing you, a bond like scripture that scrolled you

My fate is what I virtue.   
The highest low and lowest flew.
Tears beyond grief and watery eyes
Cause life always ends, with when we die
To fight the lone at when we cry. 

What kind of tears, the pride in I
To never lie to never doubt
Eternal rest within deep clout

*I am positive this will continue in the future*

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Pover Economics

There is a way and instance, into where people are the downfall of economy.

To lay down a few basic facts, and to organize the puny of the mind.

1.The economy is built by the people. All factors involved, create the state of worth.

2.The economy is based on profit and debt, that is cultivated by the people.

3.Money is a form of worth, merit and transaction. Dealt and decided by the people.

The high and low of the economy, and the aspect to what it is as seen as a whole. One piston moving the other, as the wheels and chains survive and work away with each other.
Every tooth of the wheel important as the other, regardless to who is chewing.

As in to understand the picture where a hood rat narcotic is also a number within this world, and when he steals the car of a hard working IT employee, this affects the economy.

I tend to believe that the people need to understand the macro and micro aspects in which they relate to their own lives, as their own,...and others...to relate to the world, nation, and so on. To understand the profound aspect of "I" in order to be wealthier beings. Regardless of money, yet much richer to perceive.

One cannot truly understand his binding with humanity, unless he concludes himself and dissects it in a crude manner. To truly understand your worth, from a distant position of objectivity.
A cold decipher and evaluation of your true conduct and value. For flag, language, culturic conjure and bond affiliation. Self.

As to where a father of 3, retired for 20 years and living off social security, is not in a position to criticize government or economy, for he is completely reliant on the two. A man on two crutches cannot criticize the sprinter and call him a "nobody bum" for that is the tear that is amongst men and women themselves.

It is where the civilian and individual, will see themselves at the larger scope of things, to understand their fragmented value...to put voice, protest and value into proportion.
Economically wise, and humanly.

A sort to where the poor and unfortunate, will realize that they are the downside of the economy...the reason why there is recession is primarily because of citizens that rely on the national treasury, social security and social insurance...more than they can rely on themselves.

What kind of citizen, can still be complaining to government,...when %70 of his assets are government funded and backed. If by socialism or bank anchoring. As to where a citizen that is not profitable for his country, is not profitable for himself,...and is practically the dead weight that is dragging this world into the future. The product of the lethargic spoiling of commodities.
Given by the government, socialist democrat if any other,...and the gut of the banking industry that has supported and invested in the people for decades.

This is apparently coming to a fast end and crash...
For simple reasons as people dont make anymoney, and are lazy freeloaders that live in debt and gain weight while shifting papers around to clear their black listing.
The shouts and cries of citizens worldwide, for fairness and better welfare for the people...yet their incapability to get up for work 6 days a week, be there on time and contribute...to the same country they are idealistically "pushing forward". A portrayed patriot, a lying man. Not a leader of any sort, not any resemblance to find clear, yet a bully and a bafoon at best.

People are small representatives of their country, and they simply dont realize it.
The micro economy, is the macro inside the citizen's own life.

To understand the chains of motion, and realize the utmost truth and social awareness of one, dictating the future of the economy, for country and earth. Within the footsteps of one person.

In this instance, it is at utmost reliance to say...that too many people in the world are funded by blind welfare, while others are the one's grinding the binding teeth of these pistons, that move the engines called human earth and human kind. To compare the over weight couch muffin, to the corn plower and seeding farmer.
As to find the equivalent and comparison, between monarchy and slavery.
One side working, full of merit...and the other, incapacitated and idle.
A full form of retribution, to what is concepted by the world, of working classes between aristocracy.
To find these level's reversed. The lethargic and home based, with enough steed to hold ground, aside the working and motioned, struggling and insecure of footing. A reverse of merit, contribution, sole unity and worth. A world full of king's, yet no workers. Finding the most basic form of class and social hierarchy with enough property and leisure to spoil the royal, and the blue collars indulged with maintaining the function of economy, agriculture, medicine and worth. A true cycle of vendetta, yearning to level classicism and hierarchy. A true cycle to envy and greed.

The importance of one. To understand that the world is poor, because people are.
Inside themselves, in spirit, mind and passion.
Everyday that passes by, is an opportunity for people to enrich the world around them, to make the world a richer place, ... within time and gesture.
Imagine a world where everyone is for generosity, to spend not only on their private pleasures and desires,...yet to spend themselves...their time and speech, their manner...on others...to truly create an economic value of merital profit.

As to see a lonely father with a failing marriage, buy $100 worth of barbecue meat and drinks, ... pay's for a fancy hotel for his family including shopping...
When something much more valuable for him and his family is at point, and is completely free.

A good conversation with a stranger, and the hardship of speaking to his wife to sear ties, to find the internal peace that is so dearly precious to him...without the spending of a dollar.

They say that money cannot be measured with heart, and it is true up till today.
For those that have little, and live to the highest peaks , are the envy of millionaires with empty hearts.
The boundaries of money can never conquer the soul and spirit.

Into where people need to realize, that they must invest in heart and not material.
What will cause a social economic growth beyond proportion, when leisure and trinkets are realized for what they are, a commodity. The luxury of the middle class that vastly exceeds the good taste of humility to be humble and content. To see the "middle class" of today, living in standards that wouldnt shame the middle age king of an empire, or put to shame the worth of an overlord in the ottoman empire. Times that have shed grace to the actual worth of life. That is giving and taking care of others, yet in the times we live in...to each is his own king. Creating a cold world full of status and greed, full of futile and childish competition. The what more and the who have, all up to the point...that if true worth was valued...peace would have reign in this world long ago. Modesty.

The price of a Porsche cannot be valued, over the bridge mankind handshake of man and his foe.
As to where the riches of man cannot be estimated by the hand, yet by the heart and mouth.
The gestures extended into the future and present for benefiting not only yourself, yet your county, state, country and nation. Your culture, your heritage and your way.

A man wealthy enough for a big house and 4 children, 2 wives and 5 cars.
Yet his heart is as poor as the homeless man that sits next to him at the pub, even less righteous.


Swear to the conception into where one person affects the other, and to where the deficit begins is within the friendship itself and the worth of humanity and relation. The poverty within the people themselves, and what they fill themselves into with all cries and flames of heaven burning inside of them everyday to make the world better and make a difference. For all men say they are alike, all wish and proceed and believe that they can affect human kind with good grace, yet cant seem to even respect one another. A farce of grace, portraying the faces of men, when they are literally criminal and sinful. Without any intention for nation or religion, without any intention for mankind or the world. For if you wake up in the morning and believe that you are working for your next television, you are as cold and lonely as the dumbfounded box itself. Yet if you wake to work, and believe that you are contributing to the greater ideals of earth and human kind, you are actually making that difference,...you are actually making that difference. The difference between looking at employment and money as a means to survive, yet as means to live. To nourish life itself. Nation...mankind and anything afterwards. An idealistic tool in the life of solidarity.

The ideal of understanding the worth of everyday life. Every small decision of each and every person in this world,...as to buy "Evian" or simply drink at home. To purchase "Nike" or simple sneakers...to suffice is normal things that supply your needs, or to boast and topple the mountains, to reach too high. As has happened with socialistic democracies across the world. To say "Hello" and not gossip, to live honorably and not backstabbing, deceitful and coercive.

Civilian as king and wife as itinerary. The work citizens of democratic socialistic countries, have done, to create this sublime freedom that is at hand. Older generations were not so spoiled. Manking is not built to be lethargic. He is not meant to reign, yet work. Be humil and succomb, to all grace and fury under the true realm of good against evil. The world has become rotten spoiled within its riches. The people turning even "more" corrupt than the channels of government that they despise. Ignorantly.

A full circle into where the riches of fighting democracies have flooded their citizens with abundance, and now...must revolve back to the essence of modesty and patriotism. To reel realm the feed of the virtuous and the undeserving. Those that fight for the freedom of other's, cannot be tarnished by the welfare alike, by the lethargic and complaining. This is toppling equality, by instability.

Time and power must revolve today, to hold strong the value of one and its essence within merit, social conduct, etter grace and spirit. A world of responsibility and correct judgment.
Good decision making for general relief.

The middle class, and lower classes of society have brought the economy to fall. Pending sequential grammar and social paralight psychosis ofcourse. (Regarding reaction to the words : "Economy - Fall" , for mere minds would shatter and crumble to the fact and knee jerk reaction, as ignorant do, time and time again.)

For they have concentrated only on themselves. With minimal spending and short term costs. Cable television, cellphone expenses, internet and immediate intoxicated entertainment as their prime goals and suffusion. Not as generations before, that would not suffice untill they would "Make this country great and proud" , even when sitting in their living room and sleeping at night. Generations that thought of divinity and divine law, to counter when thinking of merit and self worth. Always moving forward, for brighter days of accomplishments and yearnings.

A question of individual merit and priority...has what led to today's slate...the poor economics of the mind, body and pocket. A world full of kings,...yet no workers.

Poor minds make poor citizens. Poor souls make poor civilians, make poor economies.
Create a poor world.

Its the simple. The footsteps of one, are the cord's of the world bank.
The inflation in ignorance, is an economic deficit. The growth of narcissism is a economic pit.

Today in the world, we can see riches beyond relief spreading everywhere.
Cheap clothing, even fashionable clothing...spreading everywhere.
Cheap and affordable food, to a point where obesity is simply a matter of choice.
Transportation and health care that is not only enough for everyone, yet more than they can handle.
A true world full of riches...and still the poverty exists within the soul itself.
Looking for more, wanting more...an empty bowel full of food, and a bare back wearing designer clothes.

An epidemic of the bowel.
A true welfare world, yet still...the hungry at heart will always be famine.

To explain the value of price :

A price is reliant to the value of the product.
The worth of the product, is bound to its material.
The construct of this material.
The work and thought put in it.

As in a Mercedes Benz is more valuable than a box Suzuki Jeep, for it is a finer tool and product. The Ergonomics and calculations gone into the product...deep scientific thought and investment, heavy engineering research and the prestige to bound all luxury.


A true product, of true merchants.

Yet in a world as today, here comes the common man and says : 

"Why is a Mercedez Benz so expensive? It needs to be cheaper..." 
"Why?! What the hell do they do anyway,...its only a car"


Thus de-evaluating and cheapening the product itself, by himself.
"They should make it cheaper, so that anyone can buy it".


Dumbfounded and never reluctant. Not enough to hold speech and flounder way, in the best of its essence.
The deteriorated, deteriorating.


Making the fine product of a known founded company as Mercedez Benz with strong historical ties cheap. The prize owner of such a company would tend to believe and say that not "everybody" can own a Benz, yet only the prestigious and valuable...as the product itself.

As to where certain products do not belong in certain hands, for the value of the product itself must meet the value and the hands of the owner. Prestige goes along well with the valuable. Valuable people. The generation of today, tends to forget the "old" and solid of the true world, the value of the "old" and their merit. The actual process of earning and creating in a world full of struggle, and to victor above all odd's. 



This is what has happened due to the lewd and low, the rugged and inferior.

Price has contradicted value because of the consumer...
At first crying "Dolce Gabbana is too expensive!" , creating pressure... yele crying as howl's...
Yearning the high class product for themselves, to assure their worth and class.
Issues of self value and inadequacy.

Thus, the price of Dolce Gabbana went down, being more affordable for lower and middle class...bringing the prestigious to the average yokel. A degradation all due value and its worth. Ghetto princes and gutter queens, with what was nonce wore by the play fashionista elite of Milano, Italy...now in the hands of Franklin Park, Fort Lauderdale. Still...the people...bare and poor as they are inside.

This same lower and middle class, went around the ferry and began to ask "Why is it so cheap?" the Dolce Gabbana product. Thus completing a full circle of ignorance and greed, still looking forward with a thieving hand. Still a clenching fist, wanting more. To evidentially overcome their own initial hand, with laundered classicism, value, prestige and worth.

Things that have been and were far fetched from them...now become obtainable...yet still...they roar for higher things.

A cycle of poverty and worth, within the mind and life, within materialism and far fetched agenda.
Within the worth and wanting of the hand, within the greed of confiscating and laundering.
The dreams of one yearning soul, to the capers and day's of kings and queens, the royal and rich...with their daily lives. The wantings of richer lives bound with glazed gold, chromed and lined with the royalties of heaven and earth, to find them there as the cufflinks and trinkets of the perceived rich and throned, alongside the scratching dead hands of clenching scavengers and grovel. The dead hands of the lifeless and low, flapping their hands to catch the next item of worth they can see and fathom. A chance to feed what they crave as the shining brink of diamonds and jewelry, as the bright haze of gold and chairs adorned with burgundy diamonds. Only to feed off more crease and sewage, as they chase the next cove to fullfill and empty being  As pedestals and stools on the back's of peasants and blood, they pour more wine on the floor for their conquest. Dreams of demons. Poor of mind. The bowel of the meaningless and hungry, can ever be full...to the depth of soul and spirit. Never will be pleased, never suffice, never happy...to take and pounce on any crest, that seems beyond their reach. A lust of greed, a soul in agony screaming, coughing up the bone of soul as they die another day.

What this "middle class" has obtained to achieve, in pulling the aristocracy of this world to cheaper means. The pulldown of all prices and values, the corruption of smile and its value.
The true merit of one, and all the essence between the judgment of right and wrong.


What this generation of "middle class" achieved, is the kingdom of struggle of all civilizations of slaves and workers through out the history of mankind. To topple government, monarchy and classicism...within the grisp of their own relentless iron fist. A generation that used, and is continuing to use the formality of civil society to pummel and reign as the dictators and arbitrators they saw fit. Becoming exactly to what they protest.

Even without the education, without the etiquette, without the moral's, without the ethics...without the history. A generation of force feeders, and bowel down kingdom's of violence.
Creed and confiscation, deception and coercion. These traits that have attired these people into representing the worse possible ways of civility and social behavior. An erupting society within erupting ways, that shatter all ties and sear through values and loyalty.
These ways and tides into where this current state of humanity, is choking the ranks of civility...and when in true face, resemble the exact beast the rumbles inside of them. 


The scarce and foul animals, that wish to take all reigns and live as free beings, meritless with all boundaries and materials for themselves. A world full of kings, yet no workers. Neandrathalic beasts wanting to hold all things and never to share, for the foundry of land is belonging to them. As their merit to war, is merit for socilization and civility. A nothing. To where even their war is weak, and incapable of winning. Men portraying warriors, when even the smallest sight of a young girl can scare them. Women pretending to be the widest queens on earth, when even the slightest mustache will cause them to flee.
An assimilation of thought, a cord of manipulative and deceptive beings, not even smart enough to realize and see themselves. As peasants, degenerates, bigots, scavengers and worse.
  
As to where what has happened with the apparent worth of money, material and all things...has de-evaluated to the worth of one. In heart, spirit and tender flesh.
As to where, the forgotten mistake is to understand that the rich at heart can exist without much material or money,  for they have all riches within themselves and their minds.
Their hearts invaluable, their minds priceless...without any robe or trinket...
To survive and live within a world, full of riches...without doun. 

This is true value. Beyond money and economics.
Yet the small of heart, the poor of conduct, the weak of mind do not understand this.
For they will fight anyone and anything they believe to be holding grasp above them, any hierarchic law or monarchy of patriarchs, for they are to null to believe in their own freedom.
Desiring the ultimate devour of cape fear. The Sodom and tear of an anarchich world.
For a poor soul will never know suffice, even when socialistic democracy hand's him life and opportunity on a platter.

All due mathematics, is any law, and the law of relativity to scheme it.
A 1 is only 1 when one can realize it. A 2 is a 2 if one can see it.
A 4 is 4 when one can count it, and a 5 is a handfull when set sought.

Mathematics are beneath economy, for it is built from me and you, the people...and their reign of earth.
To the best of their worth and value.

For one can always say "$2.99 for Cocoa milk?! Thats too much!" to the other that says "$500 if a skirt for my wife? Is far to cheap...I will spend more" .

The best merit of value,...within the man and women themselves.
That is what shapes economy.

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Point of Severance

The pure slate of virtue...
To clear the slate wipe clean.
Between government and civilian.

This is the notion and time of today, to where the ideals of value, merit and worth are not entailed or connected to anything profitable. No organization or association can prospect these ideals.
Neither nation or government, neither prestige or monetary hierarchy can void them.
Shine to a place where value, merit and worth are inside the human itself.
The life of one, and their stride. The actual testimony of life itself as the worth and value that is being grieved by individuals today, the one and the latter. Attempting to level plane between people, in a coercive manner while detesting the true reigns of equality. Using concepts of humanitarian idealism, as weapons for the weak, criminal and inferior.

To find the invisible variables becoming wide enough, to understand that there is no one to blame. No one is in control of your life or mind, no one is oppressing you. You...the individual of one have all the opportunity to be and become anything that you want. To achieve, to be or have. This is life, it is what you have and make of it.
Regardless to any formation or construct that you might tend to believe, that is castrating you.

A one that is aware enough to understand his faults, his disgust and impotence, his profane and lethargic. His ignorance, crime and sloth. His grotesque and vile manner, the deepest bowels and gutters of his heart. The truth.

In a time where social coercion has become a tool of peace. A time to where difference between people has been shaded and rubbed out by the inferior and delinquent, to not make any apparent inferiorities noticeable. The lower levels of society have choked and rattled the ways of intellectual spirit and judgment, labeling them as "Vain" and "In-Humane".
As the tides of shallow grief and decision making, is still at their bowel...as the ignorant and inferior that they truly are.

It is a way and passion, to a place where the intellectually crippled and culturally baffled attempt above the capes and values of higher beings, higher values and concepts.
A revolution of the inferior, to banish societal hierarchy and classes.
A revolution that has been given way, for the ultimate downfall of it could never be avoided.
A red carpet for bare feet.

To understand the battle between human life and it's man.
The consignment between civilian and government.
The ultimate redeem of true virtue.

A concept the lower classes of society simply do not understand, the concept of freedom and civility, that have shaped and created democracy. The people that do not understand that democracy is not a coercive regime, yet one that has been constructed by the essence of "You" and "I" .

Finding a world yearning for more and more socialism, perhaps an extensive golden platter to what is "offered" and given today. Automatically to the democratic born, perhaps ruthless...a downfall. Geneva, as a rebel,....mutated contrast.

The inferior and ignorant still screaming and protesting against ordeals and ideals, that are in their hands to change. Not realizing the defamation they are causing self by still relying on a rebellious and blaming agenda of poverty and wealth.

The dead end of the poor and weary to protest against structure...societal or governmental.
Human kind are reversely understanding the profit of merit, much to their distaste. The ground core of democracy. The individual.

Peasant enough to rely and confuse the ideals of socialism and democracy, that are not intact and infused permanently. The justice and righteousness of democracy, aside the mercy and charity of socialism.

This will not continue to be true, for mercy and charity does not compliment the peasants and low life's of today's world society. Mercy and charity do not compliment the wealthy lethargic.
Smart and capable enough to buy the latest phones, clothing and alcohol. Capable enough to conquest any fad of sexual desire, yet ignorant and lazy enough to shame societal structure and law. Disgrace to be a burden of economy and drain it squeeze, causing a global affect of poverty and egnocentrism.

Shameful enough to scatter the notions of freedom by blaming or conspiring against the higher ranks of classes, the intellectual and rich the politic. That sustain the boiling blood of inferior life forms in this world, at the expense of the destruction of human life and the planet itself.
The much more noble person will shed grace even to the lines of inferiority and subliminal violence...to the best and tender ranks of civility, spiritual knowledge and ofcourse...politics.

The abhorring reality into where billions of people carry around as cattle, with leashes around their neck and life...sadly, to their own conception and capability. This is the choice of them, as their personality and whist dictates internally to extern. A one to think of one-self as nothing, a fluke and 0 within the Human binary. 
At once one has only but a clear path, to reign free as a king in a free world.
The best of modern life and government...opportunity at its best. Slave free.
The parting of government to the petty emotions and conceptions of social incarceration, for the mind of civilians is incapable and deterred to understand the depth of artistic politic and the molding of human civilization through out time. The despair and release of a burden, that is not that of the politicians or regimes, yet an intellectual and spiritual one.
The government is not a nanny, it is a workplace.

Many cry and yellow at the food that is not enough for them, "Why oh why Obama please!!" ...
Mingle and complain "My soap is expensive! Why do I need to pay for medicine?", "The country is corrupt, all the leaders are thieves!!" as they sit yet another day at home, attending their societal laziness with abundance.

It is simply the time to cut the ties to what civilians have taken for granted.
The detest of civilians to something that is given to them as a gift, and not their own given accomplishment. It is time to make sure civilians understand, that they are not contributors, they are not molders, they are not leaders, they are not important, they are not noble or honorable, they are not worthy. Not worthy of the concepts they have been born into, to have castrated and confiscated them, as something that they can attire on their own as parasites.

A barricade between intellectuality, civil merit and lethargy.
The mental conception of worth and individuality.
To convincingly differentiate the socially incapable, inferior and criminal from the righteous and cultured, from the rich. If of hand, mouth or heart...this current generation has reached its end with bending the rules of equality and democracy...for the best of difference, is the best of progress and the future.

It is time once more to peg down on ignorance and vanity.
The shame, to pummel onto the civilians that open mouths as hungry crows to jackals.
Civil parasites and burdens, done with portraying the royal scopes of individualism and humanity. Enough.

The same cry out for more "rights" , "lower prices", further automatic empowerment...
Greed, vanity and self righteousness,

A way and place where the democratic civilian is castrating the cords of humanity. Using socialism as a coercion. The lack of contribution, the flake of participation and fueling progress.
A reverse concept to the reason and inspiration of democratic socialism.

Embellishing on the societal structure of hierarchy as delinquents, that is founded on virtue and merit...the ordeals and deals of one. The work itself that is dealt with everyday, the rigour of value within the hands of the workers themselves. The men and women that dedicate 50 years to find a cure for AIDS, living in the most simple and modest conditions,...to the cry of the people that demand the cure "For free!". Choking the blue collars while the lower gallows of society assimilate collars of the white.

The simple notion and ordeal, at where the people have taken to heart, the difference of class, intelligence and achievement. Using society as some warm housing for emotional development.
Craving or using the societal structure and virtue of government and civility as a platform for the nursery of their feelings. The whimpering mendicant pleading with teary eyes that the world will understand him, and not evade the worth of success and virtue. For that will "Be a mirror image of me,...and I will understand my futility and wee teeny importance". The poor thing. awwwww.

A plead of this generation,
That society will not differentiate between people as and of a farce to heroism, a crying baby with a red fist and spear marching forward, along with his diaper and tears cloth. The castration of revolutionaries and leaders in the name of puny, miniscule and retarded  emotional support. The incapable, the sobbing and crying, the "suffering" and poor of thought, value and spirit. The mere sleaze of the life of vacant shells called human beings, and their begging to the virtuous and righteous individuals that shape this world to be free, independent and flourishing. The Obama's and Napoleon's, the Churchill's and Ghandi's ,...
To find a young man saying "Please dont be yourself, it raises my feelings of inadequacy"



The slime tide of wisdom, and the times of uplifting the inferior. Inferior enough, to not be instigated and pushed forward through motivation when meeting a higher being. With higher value, accomplishment and celebrity.
The diseased generation that has held tight grip the higher tones of spirit and life, for they "Cannot bare the though of it" , as small their souls, minds and spirits can be.
The envy, the sadness, the inadequacy,...the true and ultimate realization of identity and faith.

A reverse, to all merit and grace. Coercion in its most lethal form, on all barriers.
To use all emotions, all "mindful" and "civil" algorythms as a tool of coercion. A robust and profound manipulation of any divine law, of any civil virtue...for the prosperity of one, and his or hers vanity, security, confidence and comfort. Clack.
The sin in comparing a Dalai Llama, to a 14 year old Pittsburgh boy.

Their use?
The prevarication sham to philosophy, speech and notion. A quimmering siding to circle any thought or notion. A sinful lie to overcome "violence" with the utter essence of cowardly violence itself. The gut of the inferior, used coercively to overcome their inferiority, and "share" it with others, as they find "plane" with them and unity. As in a person so scared, he cannot even speak of his opinions, so degenerate cannot carry a civil conversation. So vile he cannot maintain a steady job. So criminal he cannot avoid debt. The vile magia of the inferior, used all this time...to level what they cannot achieve for themselves : Worth, Merit, Intelligence, even good looks. All achieved coercively, while the true and virtuous stand aside and wait, for the suction to stop...and truth to rise beyond again.

To explain the incapability of the majority rule to deal with something of this manner, to deal or dwell with anything of this kind and sight, is truly unfathomable. It is a challenge to try and explain it.

Again, I will stress the point that the people...have become so needy. When rich and spoiled. Heaving. The vacant bowels of their body and spirit, splurged on others...for coercive similarity, and the hopeful rising of the ignorant as civil rule. This has all happened, and now...devolving.

Much to the dismay of the virtuous, that have waited all this time to maintain the knowledge and right for judgment, to call a whore a whore, and a degenerate a degenerate. All truth abides.

The time is coming to point, that opinion and truth cannot and will never be consolidated in the names of fashion and sex. The true unity of mankind is through intelligence, spirit and religion. The true coat of arms between people is not their stupidity and futility, yet their worth, faith and grace.

Here we are, the tide of the virtuous and wise,...is to know the slander of any ghost, to foresee the steps of chess...as a decade ago it began, and today winding down. The separatism between the inferior and socially degenerate, the spiritually low and intellectually frail, from the wise, proud and worthy fo the higher ranks of world leadership and crisp humility, still impressing this world from today...to eternity.

For some work for world peace, and others drink alcohol and lead filthy lives.
We are not the same.

City council members, union workers, soldiers, congressmen, senators, officials, secretaries, delivery men, mailmen and women, cleaning ladies and bakers rise awake every morning,...as the farmer that breed's his herd and plows his field...for another day of progress.
The exact individuals that are the true Primaries, of a prosperous world.

The severance between the working, the worthy, the clean and righteous and their contraries.
The severance of government and law as psychologists or social workers.
The separatism between socialism and sociology.
For "care" has become an abused tool by the habitants of the free world. They have learned to abuse socialism...as where the social will revise again, and not become the tools of fools.
Mankind has truly abominated the concept of socialism, and turned into a nagging nanny, tired and weakened by endless emotional and psychological surrender.
Socialism is exhausted, and in much revenge...about to scream out its true foundation.
Freedom, honor, pride and respect. Much to the revenge of the filthy, that have squeezed the "nice" out of socialism. Time to roar.

It is saddening enough to state, that the habitants of this planet are truly unaware of the affect of one. A world full of rants, yet none suffice within their riches.
The regular and "ordinary" scuffle between their heels, mope and drowsy enough to complain of life, whine and squirm as adolescents.  Unaware, blind to the thought of a one person one globe perspective...into where all are earth and imperative, with all responsibilities contrapt.
A notion and dream of democracy, monastery and monarchy...to find a world FULL of individuals...all aware of their worth and motion. 

For the wide spanned person, it is to look at a picture of millions of people, saying "I dont matter" , one after the other, other after another...and see the line grow, the potential of their spirit, to easily say "I make a difference" and see that line grow aswell, within the picture.

An Enormous amount of people, all indifferent to their own lives. Through ranting, sobbing and complaining, while not realizing they are shaping the world instantaneously, untill and even after the day they die. They say "The camel does not see his own hump" , yet to stress a few.
The lack of belief in personal ability, the lack of work ethic to evolve and progress, to build character. Value, merit and persona.Laziness and eventually self betrayal,...to shape the scope of human kind today. For one to say "I dont like arabs" and is ignorant enough to ask "Why isnt there any peace in the world?" blaming government.
The pure blindless of one, to himself...as an apparent and evident trace. For self, humans and earth. Unaware that anyhow, one is a force...even when homeless and drunk.
It is as a strand of domino's, a causality. As wind for the leaf. Thus a human for another.
If we could only tell them, that they can affect life by simply passing by and brushing next to it...if they were virtuous enough.

The far away dream of democracy, to see human kind with tall chins and flamed smiles, nodding and gracing another...helping, teaching and loving. Evolving. A utopian ideal, to the best of magic and joke.





It is time,

The end to mercy and consolidation, for the low have pulled all high down...to their level,...and now alas...the virtue of privacy, worth and intellectuality. The difference between right and wrong, the angelic aside the satanic. The healthy aside to perverted, along all kinds of truth's that have been stripped away by the majority rule of the ignorant.
That have claimed earth, life and everything in it. To still, the pace, sway and manner in which the intellect and cultured delight, is no where to be seen. Yet in themselves alone.

For education can only be learned and studied, not taken and confiscated.
The tasteful corks of style.

Elitism is for the virtuous and righteous, the wise and spiritual. The gracious and polite. The artistic. The knowledgeable and divinely rich.
It is not a concept that can simply be assimilated by a one, for it is not part of him untill he truly obtains it within the realm of judgment and jury strictly within self.
For the ultimate trial of one self, is with himself alone.

The end time, to find the lust and gluttony of the people worldwide as their own testimony, and current ground and state.
There is no one to blame, besides themselves. As they chose a decade ago to take phony stardom and beauty, sexual thronging and materialistic craving as their goal and coating...it is the own rubble of the foundry of the individual, the weak of mind and hoard of main stream sheep...that will notice the caving of the kingdom of peasants...that has choke held the gracious concepts of intellectuality, culture and peace for so long.Generation X gone Y, to Z....alas yet comes the A, to begin again...in a world full of personal virtue, for self and others. Hopefully.

The sear to all ties between government and its subordinates, to the individuals that form government in and as themselves. A prospect not seen by the inferior, that do not understand that government is not a form of subordination, yet a tool for progress, unity, donation, civility and law. An erupting point, of boiled down structure, to relieve the holy from the tame, the uplifting to the grimey degenerate and derogatory. A newly revised fresca of what once was entailed as the epiphany of progress and unity of human kind, rising again to all its virtue and merit.

The true muster of human faith and deliverance.
We shall see, once again...what you are made of.

*checks stop watch*
I hope you dont fuck up this time.