The thing about depression is there will be days when nothing will motivate you and you will feel that there is nothing good in the world and everything will make you angry and you won't know why and you'll hurt those around you and they won't know why.
But... nothing that's just how it is. You go on and hope tomorrow rises brighter.-
The Biggest Lie You Have Been Ever Told
Why are we still so obsessed with working hard? Why do we believe in what is demonstrably a myth, a lie? The answer is simple. It is because the rich and powerful use this concept to sleep at night. They say “Look at me. I worked hard, and now I’m here. You can be here too.” Quite simply, that is at the heart of this widespread myth; because of course you cannot be where they are. They are trying their best to ensure that you can’t. Remember, when most of these so-called ‘captains of industry’ are asking you to work hard, you are inevitably working hard for their benefit. Either you are working for their corporations or you are spending your hard earned money on their products and services.-
Unfortunately, I don't have any references
This is a thesis first of its kind
I feel I have become a discarded beer bottle
Casually tossed into a ragpicker's bag
I apologise for my descent into metaphor
But perhaps you will enjoy the poetry-
A Short Dream
I dreamt that the fires had burnt out
I dreamt that the sirens had stopped wailing
I dreamt you in your blue petalled dress
I dreamt we were dancing in paradise
I dreamt, and that was all.-
Of Fathers and Sons
Let's say, you're a father
And let's say, I'm your son
And maybe I call you "Dad"
(But only in English and my phone contacts)-
I am engulfed in loneliness
Yet, as word after word
Bleeds from my fingers
I'm not quite alone-
Her face glows with the warmth of a new love that has blossomed in her heart
That love was sown with words
Words that have long since failed to rain down upon her once more
This new created shower is for her
Only for her-
My dad feeds the pigeons
So he hates the cat
The cat has struck fear into their hollow bones
They won't come down to the boiled rice
They have retreated to their leafy havens.
This has angered my father
He can't feed the pigeons because the cat wants to feed on them
Why is their hunger more important than the cats?
Actually, it has nothing to do with hunger
My dad just wants to feed the pigeons
He enjoys being a giver to only those he chooses-