I’m oscillating like a pendulum through this precarious life The past drifts away from me in the nostalgic wind of time In my primordial state I felt a sense of nirvana During this limbo state I am neither alive or dead Once I make my pilgrimage out of the womb I immediately begin the process of metamorphosis Like a cookie cutter mold I am shaped into the person that one sees today The arbitrary culture conditioned me to view the world in a certain wayI refuse to see the world with ethnocentric eyes But I am a victim of Pavlovian propaganda which plagues my impressionable and jejune mind Society delegates what I should wear, what I should eat, and what I should believe inI am beguiled by this ideological prison So I go to school, get an education, get a job, find a wife, have some kids, retire, have grandchildren, and then die I am constantly solicitous and apprehensive about my future aspirations The past is covered with a blanket of dustAnd the future is pervaded with a thick fog A never-ending cycle of me battling with regrets and expectations until I inevitably expire So what is the cliché moral of the nihilistic poem Life regrettably only has a finite amount of moments that arouses pure elation Savor as many pleasure as one can handle at any given juncture Besides that my advice is display a toothy grin throughout the other trite parts of life And as the mantra goes, fake it ’till you make it
This is a visual representation of my poem “The Ideological Mantra”
Scattered Thoughts By: Jeremy Ridnor
Conceiving through vaginal sex over and over one spermatozoon at a time Populating the earth with more troglodyte Neanderthal, what happen to evolution History a broken record indubitably repeats itself It must be because our society is plague with amnesia America the home of freedom fries and chocolate milkshakes A roly-poly happy meal nation gorges on their corn-feed bovine meat Capitalist porcine will gladly buy anything that will give them a chubby Sex sells, it is not an opinion it is a fact except it has to be heterosexual in nature Technology we love are technology There is a plug for everything, I am surprised we have not plugged a cord permanently into to our anal cavity, because we are basically sodomizing ourselves on a daily basis with these wasteful technological gadgets Our eyes glued to our devices We are stuck in a virtual world What happen to being cultured, instead we associate ourselves with pop culture Who cares if Miley Cyrus got a Drunken and Disorderly Charge read a book Civil rights are not convenient for the conservative nut-jobs Those ancient non-progress ignoramus need to be taken out of office There is this preconceived notion that we have to vote for the less of two evils How do we have these religious bedlamites running this country These theological philosophies of Western Culture are in simplistic terms are retarded Religion is dangerous to the mind, it is Pavlov-like conditioning; in other words it brain washing Those greedy, child molesting, hypocritical, hedonistic, extremist religious people are anything but holy We are who we are based on our obscure culture and upbringing Those fresh youthful minds are molded by their irresponsible parents Emerge out from the dark age Praise higher education Vote for sanity Have faith in humanity Drink Tea Support Theater Mediate Love And make peace
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The Ideal By: Jeremy Ridnor
The ideal, the ideal, what’s my ideals I don’t need some pinup doll wearing a pair of pink high heals I’m not shallow, I don’t just care about looks I want girl who can really hit the books I’m in no rush I can wait, Oh and if she was a liberal that would be great Now I’m not picky, I’m not asking for you to be sympathetic I just want a sane girl who’s not some religious fanatic Perhaps a girl with existentialist views And maybe by culture she could be a Jew Now I know what you’re thinking my standards are too high But at least I’m not some desperate guy I don’t need to drink and take narcotics, that’s not my propriety Trust me I am much better off when I maintain my sobriety Why do you always go for that Abercrombie & Finch wearing jerk I’m the one that put in all of the hard work And can’t I just find a girl who has a big heart One that will love me and laugh when I fart Is it so much to ask to have a woman to sit on her fanny And grow old watching movies with me until she turns into a granny Can’t I find a girl who likes theater, but is not melodramatic This concept I have to be emphatic And why does the nicest guy always get the short end Always with the cliché lines, and we end up as the friend I know I’ll find that girl who can actually be frugal But hopefully I won’t have to search for her on Google P.S. there is no such thing as soul mate Forget what you heard and forget fate If you like me and I like you Then why don’t you just be honest and true Quit with the Degrassi-like romantic game These juvenile actions are really kind of lame Now that I’ve vented I guess I will just deal But oh how I wish for my true ideal.
DEATH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD By: Jeremy Ridnor
As I travel towards the rising sun Going around forty-five miles an hour I see nothing in front of me But the daydreams which plague my mind
I yield as the light fades into red I sit there having no recollection of how I got there In this dreary state I lie in limbo I am neither awake or sleeping
Green… Time to move
I continue on my way letting my instincts take over As I precariously drift my eyes to the right I initially see nothing of interest People strolling on the side walk, cars being parked
But then there it was A man sitting on the side of the road motionless He was frozen like a statue His jaw slack and his wide pale eyes were bulging out of skull
Death… But just a glimpse
No one seems to notice this man Was he invisible or did people only pretend he was For that millisecond that I caught his eye I saw nothing but an empty shell that once was a man
Was this just a figment of my imagination? Perhaps just another daydream I saw a glimpse of death I saw a glimpse of death
Death… On the side of the road
Squirming on the Ground By: Jeremy Ridnor
A beacon of light illuminates the bathroom doorway I am greeted by the gently humming sound of a fan A familiar face stares back at me with those moon shaped eyes As I closed the door from within the bathroom I notice a brownish speck being revealed from underneath
As the rush of air that passes by the brown speck resides I finally start to contemplate what this thing might be I bend down in order to examine this enigmatic speck more closely Then without of doubt I know exactly what it is
This brownish speck was not a speck at all It had six flaccid lifeless legs that pointed upward towards the ceiling This repugnant creature made my skin crawl With its cloudy black eyes and its shell-like exterior
I do not wish to personally dispose of this creature It was the nocturnal hour and I was alone So I grabbed an empty envelop and attempted to scoop it up As I did it began to squirm slowly in a cha-cha like motion
This deeply perturbed me and I was in slight shock This was no exoskeleton cadaver This was a struggling bug that had a grim fate Inevitably it was going to have to die
I scanned the bathroom for potential lethal weapons The first thing I grabbed was a can of air freshener The creature began to squirm more rapidly As it drowned in the lemon scent froth
The squirming eventually stopped It hurts me to torture anything, even a bug like this I shrug off this homicide and proceed to grab my tripod I tapped it and to my surprise it moved a single leg
It was still alive how was this possible The tremendous pain and agony it most being going through With slight hesitation I punctured the exoskeleton The sound of a loud crunchy sound made me cringe
I tap it again hoping that the termination was over But it still moved ever so slightly Once again I smash this poor thing to a flat lifeless body Without checking I pick up it up with the butt of my tripod
I quickly toss it into the toilet bowl I watched as it floated in this cesspool of filth Some limbs aimlessly floated astray from the creature I cannot stand to look at this pathetic broken body
As I flush it down into the sewers I wonder to myself is it over Here I am traumatized over a little half dead cockroach But I’m not the one swirling down into tunnel of human waste
Eradicating Technology By: Jeremy Ridnor June, 14 2011
My blood shot eyes glaze over as I stare at the illuminated screen The muffled sound of the ticking clock is enveloped by the sounds of a sneezing panda These images are branded and engraved into my impressionable mind The digital microcosm known as the world wide web becomes my only reality I am inundated with too much information and entertainment Social networks ironically suppress my desire to be social Stimulating the brain while simultaneously repressing critical thought A generation distracted by technological gadgets Nature is ignored Relationships are ignored Over consumption is an understatement We are imprisoned by technology Our society is sinking into a technological quick sand Our bodies becomes shells and our minds slowly drift away If only I could eradicate technology If only we could eradicate technology
Jeremy Ridnor 