The Universe cries

Do you think the world or universe cries?
After the events that have been happening all over the world, I truly believe it is. It is weeping mourning to the injustice of man and crying for the liberation birth of independence.
From the man with murderous intent to others with scrupulous visions and motives, it hoards them like vile swine. The world cries for the unknown unnamed and believed to be disposable. It cries for our freedom.
What freedom?
“My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular.”

• Adlai Stevenson (31st Governor of Illinois and United Nations ambassador 1961
  1965)
  I do I think that when it rains those are the tears that will be falling on us. I think it cries because of us we make the world or universe cry we hurt it with our ways of creating the imbalance that comes from the mind of man.
  Yet we denying ourselves the right to being human making us lose our humanity.

We were never made to be alone, that’s why if someone stays alone for too long they may become insane. They create designated consciences of themselves and break themselves apart as a way of running away from that lonely individuality.
So where does the self-absorption come from this god syndrome that devours us whole?
Is it an entitlement to the belief of superiority yet your mind is clouded by adherence to inferiority? It’s the feeling of not being enough that makes you nest unwanted hate and belief into your head and justify it by individuality yet you will be weak. Unable to decipher the beauty of the world without hate in it. This made me think of a poem I wrote,

'The world hurts those that don't hurt it.'

The world you hurt doesn't hurt you.
It hurts the ones that still believe in a storm the sky can still be blue.
The world you hurt doesn't hurt you.
It spits in the eyes of those that smile at Satan's men.
It never touches you.
It would never break your bones and tear out your soul.
For you were born through its violent groan.
That world that you hurt would never hurt you.
It preys on the ones that love to quick and take long to forget.
But yet still it bleeds off you poisoned wounds.

The world you hurt would never hurt you it stays away.
It would suckle you with Jezebel's tit
And combos your hair with Lucifer's fork.
It would dine on the head of the 12,
Dancing on the tongues of the faithful.
It chokes on the beauty of horror.
It feeds off the silence of torture and yet.
The world you hurt will never hurt you.

We still live in a world of bad people. I remember saying the one thing I am most afraid of on this planet pr universe is a human being. I am afraid of myself and all those that are like me. I fear the human mind, how it can easily devise hate, love, grief, and pain. That’s scary, well this is me not you.
I even have nightmares about humans that look and sound like me chasing me around like a chicken on Christmas morning. They reflect me they moved like me and dressed like me they were the most human things I had ever seen. I watched them catch and devour me these were people. You might probably call me crazy but yes I might just be.
We are the ones that bring about war, racism, sexism. Why are these things even there?
I never understood the art of war who decides that this person is wrong. I drown in my naivety that people can be good and contradict myself by saying people are evil. I almost believed that the devil wasn’t real and was a fable made up by people who felt too guilty and couldn’t take responsibility for their incompetence to be divine creatures.

Yet I believe he is there.
I believe everyone is fully capable of committing an act of superior evil.

I believe this because we are human we are bone and flesh crafted together into this human.

It’s really scary to think of it but it’s my crazy paranoia, the evil that lies within all of us. I stopped being surprised when someone did something bad to me or hurt me because I was able to see the imperfection of me my flaw. Which is being human. This complex but yet simple specimen built of self and greed, that’s is why I never want to sit before someone and say I derived my inspiration to impact something because that would be a lie. I would just say I wrote this to see if I was any good a writer or not by the way you react. It would comfort me.

I do believe in passion to be passion in self, we are truly not as selfless as we want people and ourselves to believe. We do things for praise and satisfaction, we do them for our gain. You are probably reading this and denying it and saying I am not selfish I donated or gave someone something a week ago. That’s what selfishness comes from the urge to not forget what you did because you want to pat yourself on your back every time you realize that; you are that human. I love the idea that we are so imperfect it is beautiful and I would love to embrace it as much as I do in my head.