heads and merged clouds

Must we all define happiness with the terms "happy" or "enthusiastic", or even "right".
Happiness has its own definition; as do many other words in the English dictionary and the opinions of a million others obscure the original and intended version. That version, I believe, is what makes someone happy regardless of surrounding circumstances and/or false expectations. They could even be raging mad yet in a state of which they consider themselves to be at their happiest peak and to another, out of control. As they say, "no one knows you better than yourself", so it is not really in anyone's place to judge anyone but themselves, unless granted with enough ignorance from another to authorize a quick scan and delete.

Humans are born with different adaptabilities with different situations, you cannot take one scene and expect a certain emotion to surface in result.
i.e: A family home full of "love and life". One within that household may not agree with the concept and in their nature, will oppose it; because we are all different. And since the opposer in question is the minority, they will automatically be disowned, if not, emotionally.
It's the same as the other way around: An abusive family home with one person who just wants someone to smile and hug.

Stop expecting things to turn out like they do in movies, books, vivid imagination and pure desire. Things will go as they go, as long as people stop riding society's infected cock and start thinking and acting for themselves. I think the damage has been done though.

Kudos to those who know what their paths are.

rude awakening.

The main cause

         -by examination of propaganda/range of advertisements/hidden messages in such

           media and attitude in general-

of the tumble in society is a materialized point of view molded by fraudulent happiness which

turned the world and almost all the people in it into a bunch of lifeless, crowd-peddling

 judgmental pricks. 



But there is a light at the end of the sewer:



I guess you could say, an unexpected enlightenment; an unveiling to the mannequins of

society and overduplicated variety of emotions masked by fear and exaggerated optimism that

no one nowadays in fact, has what it takes to participate in such passionate activities of lust,

want, need and purpose; to define that as a superficial goal which results in wealth, love or

unnecessary acceptance is beyond ignorant. We were all born with fires but only some will

make it by leaving this world charred and victorious.

curtains drawn to a scribble.

flushed, ragged curtains
      not time yet to open them

knock first            on concrete

that red time.

can't wait till that time of the month.


hormonal upheaval allows only that time of the month for me to feel overly happy, more immature than usual and just brimming with pumping blood. it reminds me of an enthusiastic pohutakawa tree yet i love the smell of burning rubbish in spring's windy shoelaces that goes with it. red means happy i am tied together as is my uterus lining which drops out in heavy globs.
i still don't have a red cardigan to shoo away the undisguised cold of september; maybe after i buy my red mug i'll get it. but then again, too much colour with too much emotion can really piss me off;   steamed bitch.

Mischief in the making.

i tell myself:
there will be an end to my guttered mind
i will soon see the gap in which the current tumbles


but my mind,
it likes to drag itself out ; prolonged thoughts
like tired red carpet for the marvel and trampling


i tell myself:
these thoughts, ill let them ponder then die
like wingless birds stranded in lava lands


   and those yellow and orange tongues
they lick me raw once again


but my mind ;
is a fascinating procrastination
of a horror's whirlpool winds


beauty:
in its own existence. ill let it live
like optimistic daises on a lone field of graves.