PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It is the one goal in my life to have an original thought.  It seems these days living in the time we do that everything has already been thought of, done written or in some confounded way in the process of being made.  Everything now is all about corporate money and greed that it makes someone almost feel evil for even having an original thought without trying to capitalize and profit off of it.  Even music these days seems to be at its end in originality.  Everything had a genre or a particular style that people or fans can group them together by which in turn judges the fans themselves giving them some sort of pseudo identity.  If you like this band here try this one.  Why you ask? Cause they sound eerily the same, the music, even the lyrics are hauntingly familiar so the go ahead and buy it because it is how the people or fans themselves categorize themselves by.  I remember when music used to be just music and all merrily blended together like a large dysfunctional family.  These strange thoughts always creep into my skull right before I go to sleep and why I ask you?  Its not fair at all  say cause I'm at the point where I want to sleep but then I have something that I may want to remember buy usually am too lazy to get up of my as and do something about it.  And then when I do I forget most of what I was thinking in the first place, not to mention that I'm a horrible typer and if I try to write its all chicken scratch and my hand pulses in pain after a paragraph.  Sometimes I wander why I think these things at the most inopportune time of the day and maybe its the human psyche itself that is the cause, maybe we are so shut off doing whatever unimportant things we need to do to function in this era we find ourselves existing in that we are usually used to being shut off like a program of some sort and these thoughts are like a corrupted hard drive seeming into the mind whe we least expect it.  We live in paranoid times these days as well.  Maybe its just me thats paranoid but I feel that I have good reason.  I live in a time when the police or whatever department can tap my phones, listen in on me, watch me or even go so far as knocking down my door and arresting me and sending me to some god forsaken hellhole country i the south somewhere and torture me for no good reason but that I got drunk and flipped off the wrong person last night perhaps and maybe yelled some obscenities and they can label me all sorts of things to make this within the law.  Or the new law as I call it cause I don't believe that most people agree that this is the same place it used to be where you can have a dream and be yourself without any consequences.  However if your not a apart of the norm, apart of this "corporate America" you can find it extremely if not at least annoyingly difficult to live here.  It seems that on the surface everyone must at least try to shed their individual identity to become a worker bee to be able to pay bills and get credit cards to buy expensive gadgets and stuff every 6 months or so.  And when I meant that there was nothing left to create I did not mean gadgets, theres still plenty of those for everyone if they can afford it, even if they can't they can just go in dept up to their irritated eyeballs to buy them anyways just to have a newer bigger better of faster version to appear magically on the marked 6 months later and then you'll need that one cause apparently there is a new thing on that one that you could previously exist in full that somehow now you just can't live without.  I try to write songs and poems but I know that at least subconsciously it has been fed into by something or anther, a song, a book, art, hell even TV.  My point is is that even in this time when thee are more people on the earth than ever before there is nothing new to look forward to it seems and I hope that I am wrong cause it seems very dismal for this world and where its going.  Even this is merely regurgitated thoughts jumbling within my mind like a vacuum sucking up steel marbles.  This paranoia usually can be helped with a self medicated dose of chronic and alcohol and even them sometimes calls for harder drugs like magic shrooms or even acid on occasion, not like they're readily accessible as they once seemed to be.  Even then everything is strange in itself sometimes you an see the miniature green martians playing football right in front of you or even in the distance flying off on untold adventures.  But usually I just see the world as it is, a very cold artificial and industrialized place not fit for human consumption any longer, even the trees seem manufactured somehow..  When all you can really do is try to find someone who loves and accepts all your eccentricities as they are and perhaps try to exist in this crazy wicked world in which we breathe.