How to Be Happy

in a society where
women pass from bed to bed
looking for "the one"
and men pass from woman to woman
looking for the "one right now"
marriage followed by divorce
relationships end
and people try to regress back
into a comfortable place
because they've fucked their lives up
and are just floating
from one cloud
to another
lets not forget
the landfills become bigger
we consume and consume
expect more from life
wonder why we weren't granted golden passes
into eden
pray to hollow gods and love material things
love the wrong people and pray for a difference
and
it stays the same
everyone is sleepwalking
not everyone
some are on the outside
looking in
and
those who will not lay down
and take it
those who will not "fit" or "conform"
into your horrible society
are labeled negative, pessimistic, and cynical
jaded with tense faces
there is nothing more beautiful
than ugly truth
thrown into the face
of shallow marching souls
in this society.
and we do not need to belong to an organization
a non profit group
a facebook group
or any kind of group
because we are so embedded into our
own morals
and principals
that we naturally become loners
fighting against the grain
of
all of you
we are full of passion
and anger
actually,
it scares me
that more of you aren't angry.
are you so preoccupied
with your own self induced bullshit,
that you can't stand up
but rather lay down and be fucked
by outside forces?
this monster is designed to kill you
slowly
devour your soul
one ounce at a time
keep you underfoot
so that you can spend your hardworking money
on shit you don't need
and spend your time on this planet
working a job that doesn't amount
doesn't make a difference
at all?
you will all die
and so will i
i am
constantly told to be "happier"
well
frankly
it's easy to be happy
when there isn't much going on in the brain
and you can sprinkle glitter on everything
and you can believe in bullshit
and you can love people momentarily
and you can be chased constantly
it's a wonderful feeling isn't it?
but a shallow feeling nonetheless
and you can wake up each morning
drink your coffee
drive your shitty car
punch in at your shitty job
to serve selfish pricks
who do the same as you.
and i do not need a job to validate me
or a woman to comfort me
or someone to love me
i will not lay down
i will not let people without humanity
get away with anything
because they deserve a slap in the face
a punch in the mouth
and a noose around their goddamn neck
if they don't even have the common decency
to treat another human being
with respect
and consideration
i say fuck that
can you hear me punching these goddamn keys?
can you hear me roaring at the top of my bloody lungs?
no you can't
because you're asleep
someone once said to me,
"you'll be happy one day"
i don't think so
i'm happy now
introducing a little chaos
a little disorder
into all of your perfect lives
i was brought here to fuck shit up
to spill your coffee
step on the back of your shoe
pull your hair
and tug at your heart
in hopes
that you will see
what i see
through these alcohol soaked eyes
so i say
when i stand in front of this society
i'll be the first in the group
to throw the brick of truth
through the glass
that separates us
as humans.

one
more
for the road
one
more
before
i take a nap
when
you're out
of words
out
of thoughts
brain
dripping
lucid
inside of head
shutting down
destruction is here
cracking
skull open
crawl
to
bed
suck
on
bottle
until you are full
for a short
time
wake
up
with
the first cold breeze
of the next day

Don't Give In

do you know, what it's like, when the christmas trees burn?
after they've been raped?
it doesn't take a new year
for people to change or transform
for people to learn anything new about decency
or humanity
they'll rape them too
just like they sodomized
everything they own
and some things
they don't
it's sad
how the people
have everything planned out
how you wear your clothes
how you cut your hair
and even individuals
who think they are unique
cry out in cliche despair
and
i am one of them.
the ground becomes soaked through
and the sand shifts
houses collapse
and we are forced into the street
i think about the homeless
the mad
the loners in their apartment houses
drinking cheap wine and smoking hand rolled cigarettes
someone needs to consider them
and i am proud
not for myself
but for their misfortunes
and how they are relentless,
how they will not go silently into the night
and fade out of existence
they will perceiver
and roar as loud
so loud
loud enough
that their sound will be carried against the hills surrounding
Los Angeles County
and echo into every available ear
any ear that will listen
this will tie us all together
the loners
the homeless
and the mad
we will never discuss these moments
never meet each other
but each night we will cry out
in our separate ways
can you hear me?
i'm roaring too!