Poem: Get to the End


No one wants to discuss the darkness this world has to offer, those situations  
   making people scream inside, and when they try to express themselves, no 
   words come out.
They are too struck down with fear and maybe contempt for themselves, after a
   lifetime of an unfitting lifestyle left to the devices of other men and   
   women in power, what are they, as little people not in height but in all  
   ways, supposed to really do.
From the streets in Tokyo which I’ve never been but imagine such great people 
   and energy, there are other well-lit streets tourists forget about and want 
   to forget about.
Their own people ignore the contrasts of the poor imagination from the rich and 
   it is staggering how the men with tires tied to their upper legs where their 
   knees should be residing were probably not lost in any war, but he is to 
   blame, and it is only speculation.
This is a different country with similar customs but with enough difference for 
   good ex-pats still lump them together and think of them as sisters and 
   brothers.
Enough of us bare our lonely souls to each other, catching fireflies at night 
   because it is the only thing to do when you do not have a cityscape, and 
   those living in cities are caught up in the thrills of nightlife when money 
   is no object.
Pretending there is enough to last the whole month when reality says we do not, 
   and we do not care because we are only going to live once, and we stick to   
   our unsavory principles.
We are sick of not living the life we should’ve lived and fill our bodies with 
   contaminates and solvents because it is the only cheap option, but we keep 
   it hidden, suck it down quickly so there is less to sniff and smell by other    
   acute noses. 
People will travel hundreds of miles to pray, thinking this will solve all the 
   problems of the world, and some dreams and wishes do come true, but the 
   majority do not feel any closer to the source, to the one, to the all-
   powerful being.
Whatever this form might appear to be, in whatever country you happen to be 
   born or misplaced, but how high of a throne you sit that exists only in your 
   mind is up to you and how long you continue this illusion could have 
   consequence to others.
Capturing snippets of special occasions and plastering them on refrigerators 
   and freezers, not giving thought to which ones should go there and which 
   ones should go here, it’s all in the same vicinity.
Getting them up there is half the battle let alone the willpower to leave your 
   comfortable bed and buy them when you could have ordered them online.
This is not one of those ruthless consumer experiences, for you will not rely 
   solely on one method to keep the American economy churning, damn it, you 
   refuse because you have options.
From sea to lake to ocean and back to the shimmering sea, we dream of visiting 
   all these locations full of glitter and unicorns and yet we remain still and 
   stuck on the railroad tracks.
Before Christ was such a long time ago, and the cutthroat followers with their 
   devious plots seem to want to control the status and portray the common man 
   and woman as inferior to them.
The dinosaurs did not live forever and neither did the megalodons, sometimes it 
   is bad to be enormous and sometimes suffocation and scarcity of food is 
   enough to kill unwarranted.
No one can truly predict the future, not even the smartest and greatest of 
   predictors, and Nostradamus and Rasputin are long dead, and humans should   
   not be so gullible except for a few lost souls, will these wandering slivers 
   of darkness find light again.
This should not be answered here, it is not the right time nor the right place, 
   and most of us want to forget about the memories we gained, but they remain 
   in sight, never leaving because we are built to be different than the 
   others.