Friday, December 16, 2011

A state of mind, to keep you blind.

I've gone through a lot since the last time I've written something on this blog. I don't know how long ago my last post was, and to be honest, I don't really care. All I know if from the point in time we can call "then" to the point "now", everything is different.

I've thought, and thought, for countless hours trying to figure everything out, everything including myself. Yet I came to one conclusion. Why? Why did I have to analyse everything? I love analysing things, because it makes it so much easier to understand them. But when it comes to life, and why we do things, there is no answer. There is no physical point where you can stop and say; "Well shit, it all makes sense now." Because nothing makes sense, and you can either freak out about it, drive yourself crazy, and probably end up killing yourself, or do what I did. I embraced the fact that nothing mattered, that all is a game, a joke, a fluke! Instead of dwelling on trying to figure out where we came from, we have the opportunity to try and figure out where we're going.

As you can most probably tell I'm in some sort of philosophical trance. Mind you, I've been in this state for a while. As I was figuring "The Meaning" out, I went through somewhat of a depression. I was confused, suffered anxiety attacks often, couldn't focus because of all the thoughts and ideas flying through my head, hell, I even starved myself for a week because I just wasn't hungry. But I came out different, as if it was some sort of transformation, a metamorphosis. I keep thinking of life, why we do the things we do. But with a more positive outlook. Think of it this way; laws, the system. All this shit I once said I hate, I do not hate them. I question them. Not questioning against, neither for, but why they are there. They are there to keep that invisible fence around the population. To keep things moving. But there is no real meaning to them. Killing someone would be considered immoral, and as consequence you'd be locked away, but maybe this killer was actually the one guy that got it, and he viewed everything almost as I did. No meaning, no matter. By killing someone he did what he enjoyed, his own personal pleasure. Do you follow personal pleasure? If you had the urge to kick in a window, would you do it? Probably not, because you're moral. Trained to be a good doggy. By the guys that are just keeping everything moving, so no one stops to think for a second. There's nothing wrong with that.

Why? Why do people run to religion? They do it because of inner peace. See, how I see everything without meaning may not appeal to everyone else just the same. Some people will get confused and even depressed, unable to figure out up from down. Going to God, helps. It stops the questioning. "Why were we put here? God put us here." The most unanswerable question in the existence of the universe has been solved. Same goes for science! Some people may think that if one is Atheist he had turned to science and logic. What does logic have to do with science though? Nothing! The big band was also something just put in place to stop scientist from losing their minds over the question; "Where did we come from?". Think of it! We are a living species or some sort, living on a rock, flying through space. Now there are other kinds of living things on this rock, but can we explain them? No! We can't even explain what water or soil really is! We just know it's there, and we need it to live, and that's that! What is the universe? Nothing! How would we be able to answer a question we know nothing about! Everything about life is just a question we know nothing about. And that's why we just live in these materialistic worlds of out own. Getting high end jobs, to buy big houses and nice things. All the keep us occupied, occupied away from a question. The only important, unimportant, irrelevant question. "Why are we here?"

Why bother being so depressed over a punchline like life? We have roughly 90 years to live. Yet we're working to live, instead of just being able to be free. Why? Because most people will kill people and steal, because once again, materialistic. I don't know how I'm coming across to you right now. Do I seem sane, probably not, but that's fine with me. A-O-K! Because sanity is just another word for misunderstanding. If you're "sane" and act "normal" I must seem crazy. Thinking of all these unimportant irrelevant things. But are you not thinking of unimportant irrelevant things too, if your purpose revolves around this created world? Maybe you're the crazy brainwashed one, and I'm the one who's thinking straight. Think of our society like a zoo. We have toys and gadgets all for out entertainment, to keep us busy while our minutes towards death are just ticking away.

Live. That is all!

Monday, July 4, 2011

I'm just a nobody.

Yea, it's true. I'm no one. I don't have a place here, no purpose. I try to figure shit out but it doesn't seem to work out in the end. I can't party, I can't stand anything mainstream, hipsters are too hip, metal, punk, rock it's all dead. I'm holding on to nothing.

People believe that I'm a "punk rocker" but how can this be? Yes, I listen to punk rock music and and enjoy it, but I also listen to rock n' roll and heavy metal. So what doesn't make me some shit classed with those genres? Yes, I don't give a fuck about most things, it's usually cause most things don't me anyways. Why should I go raise my blood pressure over something that has nothing to do with me. Unless it's involving a good friend, someone in need or a world wide issue that I find important.

I have posters and wear out of the ordinary clothes but does that class me as a "punk"?
What I think happened, is that everyone saw me as such a punk that I just picked up becoming one. I decided that, that's what my style would be. Which isn't generally a bad thing, because everyone has a style of their own. But that's where I fucked up, that's where the mistake was made. The clothes and the whole "I'm a punk" thing. Dressing "strangely" and going to concerts doesn't make you punk. Fighting the system, don't give a shit, living your life the way you want to and no caring what anyone says or thinks about you. That's what being a punk WAS all about. But punk's dead.

Hey, I'm 16 give me a break! Now that I realize that this whole time I was just a big "poser". I'm sorry about if anyone out there really has a problem with it. It's all about going through experiences.

I'm going to dress the way I want to, without being told otherwise,
I'm going to say what I feel like saying whenever I feel like,
I'm going to make my own decisions without being influenced by anyone else,
I'm going to live my life the way I want to, and not have to be owned by the media and propaganda.

I'm not a Punk, I'm a rebel. A rebel against a system, not someone joining a dead organisation.
I'm still going to make a leather jacket full of spikes, but that doesn't make me a punk,
I'm still going to wear band t-shirts, that doesn't make me a punk
I'm still going to fight my school, my parents, and the government for what's right, and that doesn't make me a punk. Fuck punk.

I'm ME, Mike. I'm just a nobody. So mind your own business and keep your labeling you yourself you fuck.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Broken Tides

I sit here on my chair
Thinking, if my mind could bare
The situations that all come my way.

All of life, torment and pain
I wait for better, yet nothing has changed
I'm stuck on this road
Downhill, all it's ever known.

As the heavens burn
And hell freezes over
You shall witness for the first time
My life
The Broken Tides

I was a child, about three
You took away my sanity
Violent and vulgar surroundings
The speed I picked up, astounding

What have you done
What have you done

Soiled, destroyed!
I had no choice but to become a man
A man no one can understand.
Although I still live a life
My life
The Broken Tides

I grew older as things changed
And my life was rearranged
I remained the only one, considered sane.

A heavy pain on my mind
I don't know yet, of what I'll find
In a memoir of destruction and theft.
Stolen and chocked
My childhood barely spoke
And now the only way to kill the pain, is to take a toke.

Yet this pain, I cannot bare
And I dream that this life, just isn't fair
How am I stuck living this life
My life
The Broken Tides

No inner peace
My mind will never cease
To find the place where it can truly rest.

Always moving all the time
There's a fault, it's only mine
My world seems to crumble, to pieces.

Now I sit here in the shade
As this story becomes a shame
My mind is lost at sea, because of life
My life
The Broken Tides.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

They are not our future.

Distractions surround us. Blinding us from the truth. What's real and what's fake, it's hard to tell lately. Everything is a lie. Whatever you heard, it's probably wrong. So let's just keep living life the "normal" way. Wouldn't want to fuck up a system made to help us live. Give us guidelines to our own lives. No, no, no! It's not up to us to figure what's right from wrong. We must be taught in a brainwashing manor. Have standards set and goals put in place so that we can focus on that and not on the real problems needing to be fixed. We are no longer human, we are robots. Set, programed and controlled. Diversity is dead. Thinking is dead. We are all dead. Supreme leaders, religion, money, greed. Look what it's done. Look at what we have created. A monster of destruction. Merciless killing for money or in the name of a God. Does that make it right? Discrimination and racism because that's how the ones before us were. It's time to change. Open your minds, and free the words and thoughts inside. Because it is not them who get to make up the future. It is us.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

What is punk?

It seems as if I get this question asked to me far too many times. What is and isn't punk?

Some people say it's a genre of music, some people say it's a style, and some people just think it's pissed off teenagers yelling anarchy. Although, these are all opinions, and I'll give you mine.

It is true that punk is a genre of music, and a style. Although those stupid teens running in the street aren't punk. They are just posing as the shit they see in the movies. Anarchy isn't a solution to all problems it's a creator for more. If we have anarchy, sure the people that wanted it will be doing okay for the time being and will have some shit in order, but for all the other people of the world that are used to the guide lines the government sets, they will be lost and turn to our barbaric origins. Tribes will be formed and it will be war and killing all the time.

See punk isn't about that. Punk is about freedom of mind and actually having the rights a human deserves. Fighting for a cause, being unique and individual. The whole society runs on the system of who's normal and who isn't and whoever isn't wearing what's in or what's big they're freaks! Punk is about pushing back against society showing people that we can be real and "normal" (whatever the fuck normal is) without conforming with society. Doesn't have to be about the way you dress, just the way you think.

The fashion, the music follows the definition. "Pushing back against society and just being different." The punk style is crazy, colorful and nothing ordinary, I like it. Doesn't mean I don't wear jeans or dress shirts but I like the style for what it is. Cause I can't find any other style that fits me. The music is the same thing, it isn't something you would typically hear on your local radio station even if it plays rock and roll. It differences itself from other music. I also enjoy the music cause it usually has good messages and etc.

Punk is all in the mind. Liking things most people don't and questioning things most people wont bother even dealing with.

We don't look for attention, we don't look for trouble. We just try to get a message out to the others. To make them think. Maybe they will understand why punks think differently. The only thing I hate is how society judges people who "claim" they're punk before even knowing them. Once punk comes into mind you're already classed a crazed pyromaniac killer. It's unfair and pathetic how ignorance has taken over our society.