Entitlement - a culturally defined right to provide for one’s life needs.
During crises, entitlement structures often become glaringly clear. Famines are a good example. Famine is defined as massive levels of death resulting from food deprivation in a geographically widespread area. Most people think that famines are caused by overpopulation or by natural disasters such as droughts and floods. Comparative analyses of many famine situations prove, however, that neither overpopulation nor natural disasters are sufficient explanations for famine. Calculations of world food supply in relation to population prove that there is enough food produced every year to feed the world’s population.
I’m not a good person.
I’ve never done anything like this in my life, but I think it’s time for me to make a bit of a change. If you could, please reblog to let everyone know, so I can get as many people as possible to take a look at what I’ve got, and hopefully I can make some good money to…
“Speak Softly and carry a large stick”
Sometimes our words fail to truly “realize”.
Outside our actions echo,
bouncing ‘round off walls of conversation.
Are you listening?
Can you hear me?
Semantic esoterics building bridges to burn..
and Oh Lord i’ve found,
my tongue is the burden
and my voice is to blame..
Oh how profound!
My words are but a bludgeon beating rampant to the sound
let me show you what this means..
i watch the daytime bleed to nighttime
and save my regards for another day.
for a daylight dream a wasting,
wishful thoughts on a better way.
a dream only good for dreamers
wishing to dream the grey away.
a bitter passing, writing poetry
in a nonchalant cavalier way.
wishing thoughts to pass the brain on by
and painting pictures to plan it out..
there’s no need for such a wimzy way,
and the grey lights flash flash away.
Such somber cyst collective
of a neurotic pander scared to rust.
the daylight bleeds to night time
and the mundane bleeds out to lust.
in an alkali actuality,
the world i see fills the cavity
is a perception
i most distrust.
but the shaking hands, they shake no longer.
i’ve calmed a bit, and warmed to touch
and i’m feeling more of what i believe
hearing less and less..it’s all how i perceive..
and if surreality’s such a reality,
then the dream, is not just a dream.
the love ravage rampid
and consumes the once bitter being,
just you watch me
and listen close
for you won’t believe me, what i am seeing..
like the dying taste of a cigarette sweetness
our mortal bane drills bodies deeper than our reaper.
half whispered, we’re miles apart
half whispered, i will never repeat this.
i’m feeling just fine,
yeah i’m al fucking right.
gotta make the most of stimulating
make sure that it’s a goodnight
thought i’d take the time to ask you,
what it is that makes us human?
is it the driven impulse of asking why?
or because we’re fucking scared to die?
well it’s never too late to realize,
recycled is as recycled was,
don’t be afraid to die, everyone does.
being said, this makes our matters much worse now.
ticking time bombs, we’d climb bodies to such great heights.
i hope this shows
help is all you’ve never needed,
ask my why,
i thought i told you,
this will never be repeated.
still looking hung up,
like i’m talking fiction.
it’s ok though.
i’m the walking contradiction.
together, we talk ‘till dawn.
like two ‘bodies,
completely my reality
There’s too much fucking color now.
what’s happened to the blues?
with all the things we’ve yet to lose?
i’ll choke the ocean
with these rip tide lungs..
carry on what i can take
and leave the rest to a water color fantasy.
faulting riffs trace fractures and folds, where chance is left to mystery.
but much further under the surface
lays much more, to the sea.
this device falls fatal to syntax and error.
but confusing something said, can last forever, and these questions now, are starting to hurt my head.
drown true in blue, here’s the rest for you.
though land that i love,
it’ll always be the ocean,