The lack of wonder at the world in the last days has led me leave the reality of the world.

The religion, the ‘democracy’, the hypocrisy.

Maybe not forever.

I’m not taking the mind-altering substances it may appear I’ve been indulging in.

Living on a steady diet of water, food, music and emotion.

They call me egotistical, call me impressionable.

But what am I to do without relatable material?

Teenage death games, pain and suffering, fearing all that we can inhibit.

A Cry From Humanity

He lives in a world where he is waiting for his muse

The poet bleeds a feeling he substitutes for catharsis,

A world in where humans named the universe,

Put their place in the centre,

All that we know is what matters to our own,

A world that speeds to beat the age of years and death,

Where the only truth is the words of those who stroke their hubris,

The only truth we can provide is that from the derangement of our minds,

The only truth we will believe is our own,

A truth we can never agree on in entirety and so we create our own deaths,

Pain and suffering our worlds are already dead,

This is all we have for you to read,

And to make up your own mind on,

I’m a dead man already,

Fighting with rotted hands and teeth to create hope,

I want freedom; I want my words heard,

Choice must be made a choice,

A right human’s have been denied,

The joy has been removed,

Enlightenment or regression?

Sex is being sold,

People are being sold,

Freedom is being… forgotten,

Our time is a time of pain,

Who will fight?

How will we fight?

Are words our only weapons?

Will this only be a rebellion?

Is there going to be a revolution?

And at what cost my friends…?

-Pura

The blood of a poet, of passion and pain,

The only thing real is felt only in vain,

Live days like our fires,

Stream higher and higher,

Like the kiss of cold castles,

Don’t breathe when they tire.

The inventions of man,

A fossilised generation,

Evolution is our only imagination.

Scrawlings.

Creeping up, tensions ask for guidance and a mask of sanity and collected calmness.

Violent fantasies flood my mind from time to time.

To extract my pain and release it unto a personal anti-Christ.

I find it hard to keep my hands from shaking; they thirst for your throat young man.

I know its not common courtesy to strangle or even hate a fellow man. But its undeniable, the only catharsis is in these words and in flaws I see in you.

My position doesn’t allow me to point out these flaws, to protect those who see the good in you. I know you all too well, I know why you do the things you do, how you do them, you’re a charming fuck, vulnerable as you seem.

Enough about you now.

This is bottom of the barrel material I’m typing,

Nothing of significance. This won’t change your life.

I find people who have the time to type a blog every hour, or even every day, do not have a life. For I have been there, 2-3 times a week is enough for me at the most.

As I stated previously, bottom of the barrel, but I’ll post this anyway.

-Pura

The word: Rape.

This thought just came to me then.

Rape is a crime and I’m not much on laws, but I can understand this one.

The act of sex, to me is a sacred thing.

All of you who think this are stupid, I shake my head at you, it is.

The act of courting, the romance the chemical fireworks that explode in our minds, the endorphins.

There is nothing more perfect then the substance reaction between sex and love.

Flesh on flesh, teeth grinding, the world stops as a million sensations create a sense of suspended animation.

This is bliss, it’s a reward that those who find love are allowed to have.

It’s a connection between two people who despite the miserable reality that is, what our once beautiful Earth has become, can still be happy through our humanity.

No drugs, no violence, no sin in any form, pure and natural. Better then morphine, better then marijuana, better then heroin or even that first drag on a cigarette.

And this, patrons, is partially the reason that rape infuriates me to the point where my head pounds and my vision become’s hazy.

Rape, it is in every way, it is exactly what our world has become. It embodies everything wrong in our western way of living.

Greed

Envy

Gluttony

Pride

Wrath

And the most obvious

Lust

You know I’m not religious, but 6 out of 7 has to mean something here.

Stop me if I’m wrong, but every fucking time I read or hear about a rape it can linked back only to the second degree and one of these words spring to mind.

There is no moral way anyone can justify the sanction of rape.

These things that attack and hurt women should be killed on sight, if there is a God, if there is something that can teach us or fire messiahs down to Earth, why does he/she/it permit these kinds of action?

“To test our faith… DUR”

WRONG! And the next person I hear that tries that line on me, in any argument involving religion will cop it, because, you’re testing my faith.

 If you rape, if you sexually abuse, kill yourself. Period.

-Pura