So today has marked itself as a codefendant into the Case Against You And Me. What do I babble about? Let's keep things in common sense, practical terms here for the sake of my rant. And your enjoyment.
    This day hasn't shown growth, its proven itself to be just another shallow example of our lost collective minds man! What of a system that can contradict itself and also include its suitably subtle ideoligy with a side of pragmatism? I'm all for the label of bipartisan support and blah, blah. But there has to be someone in us,"All" of us that can see thru all that-as a word I admire will fit -Malarkey! and feel like this shit has got to stop. What in the Silver Lining of its dark corners will we ever be but completely capaple to assist.
 Helping our fellow man should take precedence. Dare I digress further for now.
#thedepressionera

    I awoke on a baby's queen bed, on the floor-as it was his second one because it was to be the very first time for me to fish the waters of the lakes in northern Wisconsin. The house had lots of spacious wooded extravagance and I somehow felt out of place. I was prepared for the guy that was O.C.D. and let me crash on said bed but fretted about hand cleaning and doorknobs. He was the out of work homeowner that was a very hostile, but a reluctant hospitable type, observingly suffering a form of self imposed intellectual malfunction. 
    He was the one that told me he had a really nice truck and made like 80 thou last year collecting peoples past due amounts. But the truck got repoed and he drives a used chevy cavalier now, and no one in the know knows how the mortgage gets paid. His wife was cute though and he turned out to be a decent man. 
    But I got dressed up for the occasion donning a 49er cap and while brushing my "knock on wood", never had a cavity teeth- was seething and thinking about the other guy I was with, my quasi-boss who could not afford to pay for the gas or pulled "The fast one" I used as justification for not talking to the guy anymore or working with him. 
    Who invited me out here to the sticks. Where the local boyscout asked you twice on two different occasions during the same pit stop for smokes at the gas station, if you wanna buy some cookies or donate a dollar for a pastry or a pin or something. But this was the sun saying hi.
    When that lake let me swim on it with a boat and a real fish helped me win me the first catch prize of 20 bucks.I was in love and I started to let the big wide open say something to me for once.
    I tried and casted countless times to endear a fishy to my colorful lure and the sun said hi because it was obviously playing catch up to a trio of slimey biter seekers... It forcefully dawned on me two fold with its golden beauty and my life paths before me that I didn't want to do what I was doing anymore. 
    I wanted to do something different and something real to my legacy before I blew above a ripple as ash of my remnant body passed and I was forgotten. I guess you can say I was inadvertently motivated to do so, even though I just realized I wanted to do something and didn't have a clue as to what exactly "it better be profitable" was.
     I cared for the guy that owned the house but I cared also to know of what I was -if ever to become. That trip and that house and that story of the little dusty cavalier and how it ended up in the garage where the once really good or-still is, collector tossed out the seriously overflowed big empty coffee can ashtray on the floor. Just to get under the skin of that guy I once worked with on nice houses doing cool things in rural Wisconsin.
    That trip was nice, especially when the sun said hi.

     There is this primal nature within us. It stems from an evolution of our Survival Instinct. I tend to digress into morose mindsets and entertain the "Dark Side" of things as they may relate to me. That said I am also cursed with an abnormal, selflessly motivated level of awareness. I have helplessly noticed that the ways of our society have become rationalized and justified to the point of insanity.
     But me being a very average guy, with a voice as of yet unheard but harboered in slumber.. has a way to look into thier malintentions. Have you ever tried?
    I willingly hope to profess my view and to open the debate of what I have aptly titled this new world of un-democracy and express my opinions and stories of the world I was born into.
#esoteric8
#thedepressionera

    I had this time of my life where I got inadvertently introduced to the political realm... in jail. I had run cross a 19 yr. old Puerto Rican/Cuban kid that got Newsweek sent in by mom and he never read them. The pics must've not held the young attempted murderers attention that long.
    I had always entertained the opinions harbored and developed over years of societally imposed depravation, neglect and all that jazz. So I had a grand time reading the editorials and the like. I grew the fruit of my views. I started to care about the unsaid things that were apparent to me.
    So to sit there and actually believe that the relevant issues of our time had no credence over the hyperbole and sloppy fickleness of our elected officials was all making me mad like. I mean who do they think I am? Just a dumb felon? Which I was so that's besides the point. 
    So what really got my fancy all pickled up was the subtle intonation thru actions or inactions, your pic ..  that we can be fed lies, misdirections and see the empty intentions.
Now I know that to say we are creating the worlds first societally imposed Depression Era isn't very nice but, but isnt it a snazzy concept when you consider all the details, ramifications and general Madness?
 Which I plan on.

    Have you ever considered a really bad thing that happened to you, that turned somehow out to be the best thing ever? Did you ever stop and realize that you made that right choice for once because of one of your life's many extenuating previous experiences? 
    What else could it have possibly been but your life lessons rearing their Ageless Wise Asses at you!
    Its all too much to take in! You say or think or just considered. Trust me, you know what the heck I'm talking about. Don't continue to ascertain that your too complicated or how your mind don't fit in these words. We've been thru crap and we adapt. You and I both have uncanny adaptability abilities, it borders the supernatural sanctuary. 
    What do you care about? What of life have you cherished? Where were you when it started to make sense.. or rather reveal itself as the source of so much common sense?

    Yep, I vouch for good old life. He made me like this and you just like you wanted to be too. How nice of him, huh? That guy gets the credit for our wisdom. He started all this.

    I'd appreciate if the people I share space and air and public toilets with and swap silverware at the new "spot" of your favorite equestrian cuisine would "Stop & Stare" within. Please do, before there's not enough toilet paper to go around.

"On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently That all my destinations will accept the one thats me

So I can breathe

Circles they grow & they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes
Don't come closer or I'll have to go Owning me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me & my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts

I'm alive

Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite forever orbitting I know all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
Pearl Jam    

    There's such deep prikly words in there. Then the Feelings come and go, sutbly though... Anyway, let me see if I can find a point because its like this. Me & Music-we go way back. I tell the ladies don't ever expect me to love you like I love my music. Drastic but true.
    But if it takes My Music to spark my inner creator, my inner "Better Man" as Eddie Vedder so eloquently put it then so be it. 
    But to get off the musical reference bus, I'd say its pretty close to our hearts. One way or another its that part of it all that mends your heart and molds your acceptance of-yep-it all.        The world musical heartbeat can teach one just how apparent the spiritual part of you is enmeshed into the fabric of creation. The level of its expression bears testimony of Man's desiring spirit. We can easily get lost in the rhymes and lyrics...
    And just as easily forget about it and shut the third eye lid and get back to "facebookinit" 
    Being all caught up in the moment. Having something tantamount and its welcomed pressure on our soul is what gives Music such endless value. But the stuff of the people around me.. ugh. I mean why do they always "keep it in the closet" or just forget about the whole thing? Huh? I'm talking about the value of what it is to be so apparently conspiring with The Source. Your Music can speak to you and for you and about you and about that asshole or bitch or those crazy ass people or that crazy shit or that damn drama. Isn't that so cool? Don't you realize that your as close to the good stuff as possible and yet still play as if completly unaware to the spiritual aspects of what it is to be Human?
    There was one time I played out every scene I felt fit the soundtrack in my mind as the music played and I felt such a rush! I can always find that It can be so much to so many yet the many play out those pop tunes, and let "The Good Stuff" play dress up with Katy Perry Time. Not a bad thing, but relatively speaking it's like her sparkling examples of where we just might of gone wrong a bit there. 
    All in all I'd say we are seriously screwed. But then, there's always someone just brave enough to step out of the bounds that bind and sound the good side off. #esoteric8

    After careful deliberation and consequence, I have witnessed dysfunction and belligerency all around me. The America I dwell in has lost its pazzaz and the little one in me has become quite jaded. Not like when the 8 year old never can have enough minecraft. Just when you thought he was satisfied... that little part of the intended you, that had all the love for the things that now bind and pull our physical bodies is so sick and tired and just wants it to stop. 
    I want the materialism to stop doing so well and endearing our 10 year old daughter's to the notions subliminally drilled in their young impressionable minds which so dervishly intone that they just have to have it. 
    I want mainstream media to push for something real when it comes to its broadcasting substance.. not just as a segway from the 1000's shot dead that day into a prepackaged, preapproved ending and call it good. 
    I wanna fire every elected official on the planet .. or at least all of those double speak kinds around this Continent.
    I want those miscreants and blatant fools to stay away from the lobbyist and special interest and find that day in their future when the realization dawns upon their collective subconscious that to be selfless harbors genuine intention.

    Unfourtunetly for the whims of existence, I have been living with regret. The past I endured and the world around me seem to work in cahoots. Faith and Aspirations have taken it upon themselves to take a back seat slumber to allow for the fortuitous education unpleasently provided by The Depravation Bureau.
    The aforementioned Whims of Existence should be better described for the sake of the comprehension level required to see thru the lens of the guy that can very well be the loon you see in the details. 
    The darkness is consuming... a fair assumption, but my fellow man always come thru like an NBA sixth man award nominee. I can't lose faith in this world but I can definetly pull out its many skeletons. Life as a whole is quite special and rarely appreciated. Its just as easy to say that its hard and draining, but we are all alive to consume till our insatiable appetite can take no more. So whats the problem? But still, "Can I have more"? So whimsically we choose materialism. So aimlessly we push for a bigger slice of the pie. Almighty Dollars And Hash tags. Post this and Share that. All the while time waste... 
    There is a world I envision where we would never need the interventions of the etherreals... GOD and his many Compadre's don't exactly have anything that we don't already have. Humanity and its obligations are at such polar opposites, it revealing.

But I digress.

    To feel selfless and pure. To care about everyone and every suffer they get slapped with. To actually relate to the hackey sack punter and the homeless man. To see how far we can take each other and know just how awesome we ALL hold each other down, these many trivial things inspire me to work on this.
    Many a day I felt hope and betrayel. Many a way "They" package my torment. I am not deaf. You are not deaf, but do you have any regrets?