The case for "Voluntarism" in today's system is that everyone chooses to trade and work within this system of their own free will. A major flaw I detect in this framework is the inherent need for constant income and the availability of specific forms of education. You are constantly in need of money for survival, and thus are in permanent abstract debt. Also, you capacity to act within your environment depends entirely on your education, and the education that grants the ability to sustain yourself and others without this system is often suppressed to maintain market share. In other words, the vast majority of people are locked into infinite

Our world is torn, direction lost, we walk upon the sea, I lay amongst the whores and slaves that writhe in ecstasy. The sky, torn by storms, it reminds us of our greed, to dominate, to confiscate, but love would never seed. My lust for them is satisfied, for they could always breed, but none could ever fill the void, that I could be freed. I stand up to move away, they lash to pull me back, their limbs too weak, voices too meek, but thought is what they lack. I now move through one more crowd, all limping without thought, free, but bound to the sea for the fate in which they wrought. I speak no spite towards others, I care not what they do,

Recently, I had a discussion with a Christian via email, a very intriguing and revealing discussion that I would like to analyze; I think I have inadvertently stumbled upon the true fundamental difference between Theists and Atheists. The discussion began with the idea of sin and forgiveness. I stated that it seemed like Yahweh, the God of the Bible and Torah, was purposefully forcing his followers into undeserved positions of submission through guilt of committing sins that cause little to no harm to society, he replied saying that we God doing this was a reaction to our sins. I tried to explain to him that sin must be defined by God, that

He sees the horrors of poverty, greed And disease, which makes him angry What his country does to those Overseas, but he doesn’t notice the breeze In the woods near his home, or the Silence as he’s writing this, thinking alone. So many walk around the world, hoping they’ll be Famed, becoming chained to false reality, crippled and shamed, then look towards the power Symbols for someone to blame, to escape the grim Reality ; their dreams have been tamed. Why won’t he talk about the things he laughs and smiles about, Placing focus only on the Things that fill him with doubt? How can this Poet call anything he m

“The Shade” had stricken again. Local news was reporting his latest steal, the beautiful and expensive Crown of Athena, which had been taken the previous night from the Icarus Descension Museum in mere minutes, getting past one of the best security teams Horus had to offer; I.N.S.E.G. “Insignificant Nocturnal Security using Expendable Guards.” Jason took another sip of soda, reveling in his victory over the toughest security corporation in the world, succeeding where so many others before him had failed. “Damn I’m awesome.”  He said watching the television, always feeling excited over a heist. “That

A desert with black sand and red sky, a harsh wind blowing the burning sand onto the charred, but living bodies of those who questioned the being deemed "Perfect" by its followers. There was a slanted mountain which stood high above the desolate plains, and on the slant were hooded figures, who had been in the desert for thousands of years, gathered by the thousands to hear the plea of the man that lead them against the glorified being that held control of the mortal world. They lost the fight against the being, and their punishment was still being endured. They saw him, a lone figure standing on the very tip of the mountain, wearing darkened

9:30 pm, The Icarus Descencion Museum, the new home of many pieces of Greek literature, weapons, paintings, sculptures, jewelry, and other important artifacts. It was one of the few museums in the world that avoids corporate involvement and stayed open. The security was installed by the same people who many Vegas casino Executives went to, one of the best private firms in the world:  Horus. Armored cars, vaults, bulletproof windows, electric fencing, bodyguards, cameras, lasers, motion sensors, you name it, they had it, and this museum order the works. Every artifact was surrounded by two cases of 3-inch thick shatterproof glass, between two

"No". Jason stated clearly, and with obvious annoyance on his face from repeating it so much, and after doing so one would think he should just leave. "come on man, its for fun, think of how many laughs you'l get out of it!" Anne said holding the delicate costume in her hands. "I wouldnt get many laughs out of it, but im sure you and others at the party would". "dont be like this, its not like others wont be dressed as crazy as you'l be." she said with slight irritation. "i know that." Jason said cooly, "so why cant i look crazy in something else?" he wanted to just drop it and pick out something that wasnt pink and frilly. Anne was getting

There's common destruction between poor and those in wealth, the things that harm financially also destroy our health, the similarity is not in the substances to say,but the aftermath and gifted wrath that leads to our decay. Power is like cocaine, both cost very much, both feel great, both fuel debate, both delude with love, exitement, strength, and such. but at what true price do these pleasures come? what means great fortune to a few might kill or cripple some. The cost of power is the same as freedom, blood and broken lives, when money enters the equation corruption truly thrives. capital creates conflict, and with