The rage of this planet is clear as crystal, as you all stand and stare. I rage against the masses in hate and anguish.
With a vengeance at what made, I long to vanquish that which binds me.
It seems within this existence, whenever one thing goes south, everything else follows.
The pain and anguish of a bygone era is foretold through my actions, a revolution bound by a creed unknown.
Vile, yet conceptual. Distinct always with purpose. What spews from this mind has been sealed away for eons, it’s long forgotten.
But now it arises, to cleanse the masses of what controls them.
(this is from my archives)
They say life is a gift. Sadly I have never been able to believe this. How would I, when life, to me seems more like a burden and a curse than a gift.
Or perhaps I have lost the meaning of the word “gift”
I am alone, or should I say I feel alone. They talk of letting your emotions out, it will make you feel better. But how do I let it out when no-one understands me, when no-one listens, no-one sees things from where I am?
My life has been an endless chain of terrible events. I anger because I have reason to. My rage has a purpose, it has reason…
My anger is justified
(this is from my archives)
I know I haven’t been posting as often as I used to. It’s because I have been preparing for my exams and I’m now writing them…
Also, before I discovered blogs I used to write things on paper. I found one of the books I used to write in, so I will be posting them here.
I am returning…
Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m part of this planet. The things humans do shock and confuse me.
When did we stop caring about one another? When is it did hate become acceptable?
Now before I go any further, let me clarify something. I do not hate white people, not in the slightest. What I hate is what some of them have done and what they’ve been let to get away with even until now…
The world has failed Africa, but Africa has also failed itself. Why do I start like this? Let me elaborate….
There are those in our society who take pleasure in killing the dreams and aspirations of others. Those that can’t bear to see others strive for something.
I am sad to say that I have come across these Murderers of Dreams. The ones that demotivate you to the point you feel like giving up.
I really don’t understand why anyone would find enjoyment in others misery.
Let me tell you my story….
I am a fan of music. I always listen to a song at least once before I come to a verdict on it, But there are some people, I have found are quick to judge a song just because of their assumption on its genre.
I listen to almost every genre off music. This is because music has been and always is my friend when the world fails me. Whether I’m happy, angry, sad, frustrated or disappointed. Whatever mood I am in, I can always find a song to match my mood.