The plastic life. Blog poetry.

The world is not a stranger, there are sites to see and places to go. But what became of the person that I used to know a blog a blog of poetry a blog of words meaningless until human beings put meeting to them.  I used to know a man who rambled quite a bit and was incoherent and what he said something like the homeless person that you see walking down the street on a cold winters day with no shoes on! Go see the priest they tell him go see the rabbi go see the clergyman, if you're looking for salvation you've come to the wrong place you won't find it here on the Internet well at least not on some of the sites. Sort of a self-education I've been giving myself recently, enough of the foolish talk. I've been reading about a condition called schizophrenia, something that supposed to stop life in its tracks. But what about the religion that I used to have before this apocalypse of truth, I digress. I'll tell you the truth something that you may not of considered before, even with mentally ill problems in this world even with the mind that is sick with an Illness, there is still sanity to be tasted.

Enter my utopian paradise if you will. Why do you act that way they tell me why do you make fun of things that are very serious? The answer is I have no choice. God made me this way I didn't make myself like this. Something about a chromosome and I read, and proper bloodflow is not happening in my mind the frontal lobe more particular. They call it a disorder of the brain. Funny ha ha donating your kidneys after your death will not seem like a big deal will it, when your mind has more value than your body! Something about coping or crisis or cognitive thinking yeah that's the answer the solution lies in cognitive thinking! Then why do I still have to take medication you may wonder? Because I need it I need medication. So they tell me!

I love it when she sings to me I love the melody of the sound of her voice. I love it when they pray for me I can feel the current flowing through my room and into my bed and into my feet. I love it when I serve them coffee, that little whimper in your voice makes you very attractive to me. Brotherly kindness is kind of cool too but sisterly kindness is if I had a sister would be even better not a joke please. But there comes a time when words produce actions, actions that see through the façade and into to the heart. The news comes it in an opportune time this year, but when love is lacking in a human heart, it leaves room for more love to grow in another person's heart so I give you my love and you give me your love, and will sit by the fire and listen to songs from 1999. This is Mike.