Skip to main content

On Palhanuik

That premise to me is actually a very powerful underlining statement to the braindead rhetorical question: "what is the world coming to" Well, I detest that rhetorical question because it's a generic response to humans being asked what they feel about societal pitfalls, and in truth the world is not coming to anything but it's own course based on scientific evolution in regards to just about everything or anything you can convey.  Humans are just fighting initial instinct...our instincts imo are the correct responses to every situation whether our ego allows us to follow through or not. Instinct is our human nature communicating to us and asking us to react. but we all fight it in hopes that we can make a change in our world by reacting differently to situations...reacting how we think others expect us to react instead of being ourselves.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Poem-i think

You say this never bothered you But this was that And that was surely part of this... Whatever this is. I see fingertips tapping merciless on the counter top And to great surprise they aren't mine. I wait as you wait And I cry as you try And try And he knocks on my bedroom door As dove eggs cracking painlessly upon the floor

Refried dreams

Refried Dreams He left me a cold plate of refried dreams He left me. His knuckles no longer crack in sudden dreary while I sleep. The shape of the moon is no longer the same And I melt at the sound of upside-down guitar strings. The dinner table holds candles and dust And there lies a plate of refried dreams Muddled and alone,  no longer bright My spice gets lost in the beans and rice of your life. EV

Writings

Don't buy me flowers, Just walk me through them Take me to them, to the quiet place To sit-n- dream and choke on gin Where our hands meet And you're missing again. Take me there So you'll feel safe Show me flowers Between our space. Gentle-sweet Like your nature Just like flowers And pain's creator Show me, Make me Whole A-gain ...missing again Drunk on gin High on me-in my hand In my head Eggs in bed Toast and jam- Morning juice Drunk on gin; In sunshine hour Minus him, Minus flowers. EV