Aggression, Regression, and Suppression.

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Knock-backs and battered is human fulfilment. To feel the pain and suffering of living and letting. To feel life and liveliness. Because your modern conception is deception in the eyes of their perception. Humanity is reason in a bundle. Revoke reason, breed suppression.

Submitted: July 01, 2013

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You’ll wake up one day in anticipation of no next and no after. Tomorrow might be that day. A month from now might be so as well. Or you may have already hit that brick wall of a dead end. Tried fighting, now too tired to fight. As if life grafted for you such a perfect corner to lie in. Like all mentality you once had, had now been sucked out by, undeniably, the greatest forces we will ever face. These forces lie deep within us. Because we ourselves are the forces hindering our own growths and aspirations. You might choose to fight. And so many battles will forsake you as you take hit after hit of the hands that you once believed was yours. You find yourself choking your own gratitude with calamity. Like fighting the world you created wasn’t so perilous, you took the risks to portray a strong body of existence. Taking center stage as the world awaited your command. And as you forge forward in what will eventually be your everything, and demise. This life you grasp between your fingers that so easily seeps between the holes. This materialistic entity you’ve created in yourself who yearns for no objection in a world so objective. Because the life you sort around and about yourself is too intolerable to maintain. Because no one lives with the stones to falsify even the tiniest ounce of morality and instead craft a road formerly. Knock-backs and battered is human fulfilment. To feel the pain and suffering of living and letting. To feel life and liveliness. Because what’s life without pain?

 

Because tolerance in perception kindles the mind. The urge to push forward slowly extinguished. The battle for wits and wisdom hardly a matter at hand. And the hands you once knew, had finally reclaimed its place. In your most humanly form, a fit worth fitting is no fit at all. A languid twit.  Slop, lying in defeat, but aren’t defeated. A white flag paradigm, seating yourself snug with no remorse. Smug turns your recourse. In your most humanly form, but is made to discharge from this regressive state of cognizance. Because  the default human state is meant to be broken. The barriers set, in hopes of one to excel. Where the sky’s the limit. An awkward mind sits idle, an operative mind sets standards, and an open mind breaks through. In ones states of regression, one has to jet ones metaphorical sound barrier. A hasty boom of incompetence. Yet freeing. Preach in words the world you withdrew from can understand. Stand so that the world you forsake can see. Cry so that the world you once knew can now crumble. You aren’t any better than you were only moments ago. Though your accumulation in wisdom does. The plight you rig for comfort no longer heeds to you. Because your modern conception is deception in the eyes of their perception. And their anger only serves to fuel a more ultimate expiry. So change not in your beliefs, in a state of mind keen on demeaning you, but in your sense of depiction upon your beliefs. In confidences, that a trooper will fight at all.

 

A mind state consistent of acceptance with ones perception of the present-day domain. At war but equivocally at peace. Unable to mislead yet identically unable to defend. Only able to fight on forever. When one will no longer concede to defeat but inept  to reach reprisal. The progression of a modern day terminal. Where no one can possibly win.  The infinite war of absolute nothingness. How prolonged droughts of aggression follow a stunt in total suppression. You’re most calm yet most dim. The world can’t exist devoid of mishap and fortune. A world with no conflict is a world with no progress. Because humanity can’t move forward without incentive. No one works for no pay. Life isn’t a charity to sympathize on. This realm craves conflict, to solve. Something to save. Someone to fight for. Humanity is reason in a bundle. Revoke reason, breed suppression. Because a time worth dying for is time put to use. A valid fulfilment in the hollow  hearts of the many.

 

 


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