BURN
you're living for one thing
did you come this far to let life live you
and betray your heart disconnected...by the doubt in your head
You'be been scarred by failure but never again
In this life you only get one chance at one thing trust in who you are
and who you're becoming cus when you thought life had come undone
you crush all those who spit in your face cus your time has
your time has come
your time has come (your time has come)
time has come for you to burn
Time has come for you
the time for all of us to
the time has come for you
to burn everyone and everything
that said you were nothing
They said you were nothing til they made you who
you are destroy those lies cus you've earned these scars
Disrespected...time after time friend lied to and stepped on
but never again
only you and you alone choose your path in life
you better fight cus there's nowhere to hide
no escape and nowhere to run
no turning back now cus your time has
your time has come
your time has come (your time has come)
time has come for you to burn
time has come for you
The time has come for all of us to
The time has come for you
to burn everyone and everything
that said you where nothing down
burn them to the ground
BURN
I AM GOD!
I AM SATAN!
You only see me when I want you to
You only hear me when I want you to
Cower in fear!
Be taken back!
I step
You flee!
Challenge me I swear!
Your mind betrays you
For I bring death to those who dare!
I do not lie
I do not compromise
I see right through you
I feel you before you enter
I know where you've been
I know what you've done
I know just where to cut
so you will bleed just what I need
NOW BLEED MOTHERFUCKER
BLEED!
I am a Killer!
You don't want to fuck with me.
I have no pity for fucks who want to step to me
You are betting your life
Can you pay the price?
Your death aids the rest of us.
Evolution doesn't give a fuck.
Now step up
Bring your heat
Because there is lava behind this fucking beat!
If your lucky ill just leave you crippled.
Your weak and I can be lazy like that.
With surgical precision I taste spinal fluid.
Drop you on the floor, wash my hands
and I'm out the door.
NOW GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BURN
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BURN
I'M ON FIRE
LIKE A VOLCANO I'M EXPLODING
Running hot
like a mustang in first gear.
LET ME SHIFT
LET ME SHIFT
LET ME SHIFT
I WILL KILL YOU!!
LET ME SHIFT
LET ME SHIFT
LET ME SHIFT
I will fly higher
take on anything you throw at me
bounce it off with this ultimate apathy.
I got skills mother fucker!
SKILLS I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN BEFORE
please god let me shift...
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
- Frank Herbert's Dune
The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
Silence speeds the path to your streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture.
You will one day rise
To flood the banks of the chosen.
This is the art of ruin.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
I will show you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the art of ruin.
If I was like everyone else
there would be a heaven and a hell
there would be good and evil
and the two would wage battle
constantly
forever
inside and outside of me
God would represent all that is good
and Satan would represent the opposite
First of all, fuck that shit
but seriously, if I was like everyone else
I have had long conversations with both God and Satan
Both are entirely misunderstood by all including myself
Realize that words may never come close
never close enough to speak any truth of God or Satan
The path to any kind of enlightenment requires an
individual understanding of both.
Satan is an apathetic bastard.
He cares for no one, barely even himself in the sense
that a human might.
Satan absorbs all that we give him to absorb.
Because of this he now is ruler of all that we hate and despise.
All that we fear and fight.
Satan cares not. He gladly accepts his role with complete apathy.
We take from Satan as well. Whenever we delve into a search for
knowledge or understanding. Nine times out of ten we fear it first.
We hesitantly, but kindly ask and he gives. When we accept something
from Satan we learn to understand it and release ourselves from
any unwanted feelings surrounding whatever the fuck it was.
This is for the better. If Satan wasn't so apathetic he might force
upon us everything we hate, fear, and despise due to our misunderstanding.
This would devastate our species for no one is ready to understand everything.
Conversations with Satan are intense. His words flood your senses. You will
feel everything you don't want to if you even threaten to go there. Satan
will remind you of your internal primal self. He will show you everything you
are without mind. Satan is an animal and so are we. Animal communication is
his only cup of tea. Satan will rip you to shreds if you cannot accept your
animal self. If you do not stand up to him he will devour you for you obviously
despise your own skin and teeth. Satan only speaks to survivors, people willing
to roar, scrap, and kill to survive. You will be forced to become the beast
yourself. You will stare your demons in the face and spit in their eye. You
will revel and take pride in the animal within you. Only then will Satan speak.
Only then will his apathy diminish. Only then will he gladly show you that
which he holds for your enemies.
God is much more impossible to speak with. God is mind and mind is all.
So many of us would rather feel comfortable than to look to our minds for
any kind of solution.
God holds all the answers, but does not hand them over so apathetically. The mind
is a maze that requires curiosity, focus, determination, and an open mind.
In this universe, the possibilities are endless and so must be your mind.
God and Satan exist solely in the moment, but only Satan will pretend to be
the past or the future. God is solely forever now.
Conversations with God are practically impossible if you do not consider the
entirety of your mind in every moment.
Mind is God
Mind is God
Mind is God
Conversations with God are extremely one sided. You will be forced to consider
all the possibilities that exist in the now. You will be forced to understand
that nothing exists but the now. You will be forced to take responsibility
for your answers and the possibilities you see. You will be forced to create
your own God. You will see unlimited potential, unlimited good, unlimited love,
and unlimited possibilities. As you focus on a single outcome, the others become
mere chances and as your confidence grows what you believe will come to light.
When you realize your potential, when you realize your possibilities and when
you accept your responsibility to make your own reality, God will speak to you.
He will fill you with light, he will fill you with love and he will fill you with
warmth. Faith is no longer a question. Faith becomes practice and potentials become
realities. Do not doubt God and he will not Doubt you. He is the constant light.
The life giver, the creator of curiosity and free will. He is the promise of a
brighter day.
God and Satan however, are truly one.
You live from your mind and body
Have you ever lived from your soul and spirit?
Have you ever existed in all places, time, and space?
Have you ever felt everything around you
the walls, ceilings, floors and furniture...
all at once?
The extreme experiences of life open your eyes
open your eyes to the absence of things that you never realized were there
never realized were there under normal circumstances.
What requires secrecy?
I thought I used to know....
There is some sort of fabric that permeates all
That I know
I have felt it.
I have seen the deepest of seas.
what now?
Do I believe in God?
I'll let you know when I understand 'God'.
Do I meditate?
I'll let you know when I understand meditation.
Do I exist?
I'll let you know when I understand existence.
Do I love?
Yes
You think you know me
You think you see me
You think you hold me
You think you touch me
You think you own me
You don't know yourself
You can't see yourself
You don't hold yourself
You won't touch yourself
You own nothing
Who am I
but another part of you
who are we
but another part of them
control ourselves
then we can control them
control yourself
and you may control me
trust and faith
are the building blocks of Eden
Truth can only be experienced, never expressed.
Is that too bold?
Why the fuck am I spitting so much right now.
I spit and spit and spit, and the phlegm keeps coming up.
I tried fasting for ~32 hours. I broke when I started to get dizzy.
I don't think its for me, I mean I barely weigh 120lbs at 5'7" as it is.
I am active enough to make up for the crap I put in my body anyways.
I just need to keep drinking this vitamin water and Gatorade I got.
10 for 10 at Safeway near work.
I need to spit again, but ill wait.
I was planning on talking about truth, but I forgot the point.
I guess I just like writing.
One thing that makes me different than many people is my idea that words
cannot come close to truth. Words are words, even 'Truth' is a word, yet its
all I have to explain a certain aspect of my human experience. Its all I have to
attempt to relate to a reader. However words do not represent absolute ideas.
The human mind and its thoughts are entirely unique in every individual.
But even I am unsure of this, because I can only experience the human mind through
this single body. So let us assume that everyone thinks something entirely unique to
themselves when presented with a single word. For example when everyone reads the
word 'frustration' every individual experiences their own unique thought-response
to the word. This is based on the thoughts and feelings they have attached over
time since the first time they experienced the word.
Now consider that every moment of life is unique in it's entirety. Every moment comes
and goes as time goes by and while there are moments that may seem similar,
even almost perfect deja vu experiences, there is never a duplicated moment. In fact the
only constant I have ever found in my 21 years of life is change.
Therefore it is my belief that words will never come close to representing absolutes
in their entirety. They are simply words. The word 'frustration' is one many people use
to describe a feeling that is entirely unique to themselves. A person may use the
word many times throughout their lives, but each and every time they will be
experiencing something entirely unique and new each time. However, 'frustration'
is the only tool they have to attempt to explain their experience of life to
their fellow man.
This is my problem with 'Truth'.
To me truth is something to be experienced but never written or spoken.
Truth is before language, before words, before the alphabet.
Truth is something that permeates all and we live it on a day to day basis.
Truth is something that will never be understood by those who wish to be told.
Truth is something you have to seek on your own.
Truth is for those who want it and need to experience it for themselves.
Truth is for the seekers.
I am pretty sure there are spirits in my house
There were always these little tiny slivers of silver light that followed me
I would see them from time to time
sometimes out of the corner of my eye
sometimes right smack in the middle of my field of vision
these spirits are not the same
if you could call the former spirits at all
I really have no idea what any of these things are
these things I feel
these things I see and hear
everyone calls them something
but no one understands them enough to agree with each other
so I will call them things
things
stuff
dont ask
Addicted
Addicted
Addicted to this
to this thing we call life
to this thing we call lust
but what is passion without trust
what is hope without faith
Seas look dark and stormy
dark and stormy
we can run and hide all we want
but we'll never touch ground unless we face it
We'll never see Eden unless we can bear the storm
deja vu
mother fucking deja vu
here I am wanting to type, wishing to write
these thoughts from my mind
let it flow
let it flow
but wait
deja motherfucking vu
who the fuck are you?
I build this ship
I build this sail
I build the deck and the quarters for you
I suffer as much physical pain as possible
so that maybe, just maybe you wont have to
souls wander
we all have a past
humanity has a past
stories lost
stories untold
memories never forgotten
memories never shared
regret nothing
for you can be anything
trials make us stronger
the top of the mountain is for those who climb there
However, there is always someone who will out do you
which just makes humanity in general leet ass mother fuckers
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Each moment I choose what I live
How I act
Who I am
What I see....
Now is real
Now is forever,
Yet my mind cannot stay here, not forever
Neither can most peoples' it seems
So when should I focus on now and when should I not?
When should I act like there was always a past and a future and that those are forever more real than the now?
Money brings resources too easily,
it makes the act of aquiring it very depressing.
Do I not have the strength of nature behind me to survive without it?
Or is money nature itself?
Forcing me to contemplate a curiosity?
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
They say most of your brain shuts down during cryosleep.
All but the primitive side.
The animal side.
No wonder im still awake.
In the distance the wind howls softly.
Just enough to remind me of existence beyond the tree line.
As if something out there didnt want me to forget.
The sun will be my savior, but tonight will be my test.
Why do I write this here instead of elsewhere?
My mind sees an old man writing in a journal on a desk.
The biggest book amongst the many that surround him.
The candle flickers and casts dancing light in the small study.
The man is a warrior in more ways than one.
I have grown tired. Tired of having to kindle this internal flame.
I burn all who come close enough to touch it, and everyone does.
I give them what they want. Faces of disappointment look inwards and realize that they never knew what they wanted in the first place.
The light is too bright for them. They cant believe in such a reality.
So I wait.
Evolution confuses those who wish to believe in the possibility of a new way. A new path.
We grow up staring in one direction, knowing all will walk that path.
When the many possibilities present themselves we fear becoming lost.
Leaders like myself battle with the irony that is evolution. Many of our kind wish for one thing and as a leader it is my duty to keep my people happy.
When I feel like whats best for us isnt what we want will I ask for trust? Will I demand that trust?
If I am not trusted, do I walk alone? Do I go down the path no one else will take? Is this how I serve my people?
Will I be the warning for future generations? Or will someone follow me?
If a maiden can win my heart, I know with the whole of my being that there will be a better life. A better future. A stronger generation.
Am I the chosen? or the frozen?
At times I fight to survive. At times I place myself in the hands of the chaos to do what it will with me.
To take my own life would defeat evolution. I would not be the warning or the savior if I did that.
Many times I have tempted fate, tempted death and life.
I am still standing. I feel slightly weak, but I am still standing. Proud to feel chosen.
Again I turn around and rekindle my internal flame. I am useless to her if im cold.
A man who cultivates his garden, as Voltaire wished.
He who is grateful for the existence of music.
He who takes pleasure in tracing an etymology.
Two workmen playing, in a cafe in the South, a silent game of chess.
The potter, contemplating a color and a form.
The typographer who sets this page well, though it may not please him.
A woman and a man, who read the last tercets of a certain canto.
He who strokes a sleeping animal.
He who justifies, or wishes to, a wrong done him.
He who is grateful for the existence of Stevenson.
He who prefers others to be right.
These people, unaware, are saving the world.
Many say humanity grapples with the possibility of a supreme being.
But to all, is being something more than existing?
A rock exists, but is it a being?
Does our idea of being interfere with our understanding of a supreme existence?
I know no fear.
However, my ego says otherwise.
Is it wise to always trust the ego?
When attempting to climb ever higher towards the heavens, is it foolish to trust only the mind if the mind is not the ego?
I know no fear.
However, my ego says otherwise.
I dreamed a dream, where I came before a staircase. The sight of the stair shook me to my core.
My soul wished to climb, wished to fly. To get to the top, that is my purpose.
I took one step, I took two.
Every step threw me more and more off balance. My internal balance was rocked.
Visually everything was fine, nothing had changed. However, I felt like I was falling.
I was afraid of the stair. I knew I Wanted to climb. I knew I wanted, needed, what was at the top. It was vital to my soul.
I just couldn't fight the fear.
I climbed one stair, maybe two, maybe three.
At the top of the last I knew I had many more to go.
When I looked up, I looked down. Or did I look down, but really up?
I was falling nowhere fast, so fast my head was spinning.
I wanted down right now, right then, or was it up?
Are we really meant to go? Are we really meant to touch god?
If the ego dies, does the body live on?
I thought I had experienced that once, with Salvia. Complete and total ego loss. I thought myself to be experiencing death, but it wasn't death. The second trip I was prepared, I became a god.
If we are god's eyes and ears, his fingers and his toes, his heart and his mind. Then I will do it for him. I will gather my strength, my mind's focus. I will see my destination and I will fly there....
17:10 < magari> tonight I will face my devils
17:10 < magari> layne:
17:10 < magari> gsr:
17:10 < magari> you are my warriors
17:11 < magari> hey
17:11 < magari> fellas
17:11 < magari> for god
17:11 < magari> for good times
17:11 < magari> for my times
17:11 < magari> for your times
17:11 < magari> for whatever fuck this thing is
17:12 < magari> we call life
17:12 < magari> for itall
17:12 < magari> for
17:12 < magari> it
17:12 < magari> or
17:12 < magari> just for
17:12 < magari> I will
17:12 < magari> stand
17:12 < magari> in front of satan
17:12 < magari> in front of all
17:12 < magari> humanity fears
17:12 < magari> for you
17:12 < magari> for you guys
17:12 < magari> for my enemies
17:12 < magari> for my family
17:12 < magari> for all my past lovers
17:13 < magari> I will stand
17:13 < magari> before that
17:13 < magari> which humanity fears
17:13 < magari> and I will tell it
17:13 < magari> to go fuck itself
17:13 < magari> go
17:13 < magari> fuck yourself
17:13 < magari> go
17:13 < magari> right now
17:13 < magari> fuck yourself
17:13 < magari> for we fear
17:13 < magari> nothing
17:13 < magari> and have nothing
17:13 < magari> to fear
17:13 < magari> of you
17:13 < magari> sp
17:13 < magari> so
17:13 < magari> go
17:13 < magari> right now
17:13 < magari> and fuck yourself
17:13 < magari> because
17:13 < magari> we have evolution to get to
17:13 < magari> thank you
17:14 < magari> thank you very much
17:15 < magari> layne: !!!
17:15 < magari> layne: !!
17:15 < magari> brother
17:15 < magari> can you hear me?
17:16 < magari> brother
17:16 < magari> someone touch me
17:16 < magari> make it real
17:16 < magari> make it fucking real
17:24 < layne> I'm here man
17:24 < layne> you're real
17:25 < layne> but I can't touch you, I'm cooking ;)
17:36 < magari> ahh fuck
17:36 < magari> brother
17:36 < magari> you play guitar
17:36 < magari> you cook
17:36 < magari> I love you man
17:36 < magari> lol
17:37 < magari> whatever happened to just
17:37 < magari> humanity
17:37 < magari> like
17:37 < magari> brothers
17:37 < magari> and sisters
17:37 < magari> and brothers
17:37 < magari> brothers
17:37 < magari> sisters
17:37 < magari> and sisters
17:37 < magari> lol
17:37 < magari> brothers
17:37 < magari> lol
17:46 < layne> yo come to my neighborhood, there's some brothas and sista
17:46 < layne> s
17:46 < magari> man
17:46 < magari> what am I doing
17:46 < magari> so far away
17:46 < magari> from my brothers
17:46 < magari> and sisters
17:46 < magari> it makes
17:46 < magari> me cry man
17:46 < magari> im fucking crying man
17:46 < magari> hahahaha!
17:47 < magari> literally
17:47 < magari> im crying
17:47 < magari> cmere you guys
17:47 < magari> im over here
18:02 < layne> you gotta lay off the drugs
18:02 < layne> It's not the summer of love anymore
18:07 < magari> fuck that shit man
18:07 < magari> its almost 2012
18:07 < magari> time to party
18:26 < layne> I'm playing guitar over here for you
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I look across the deck of the ship. The Slow Earth they call it. Aptly named for slowly it burns. Wood so dense; unnaturally dense. However, like everything I touch it burns. Time is all I have left.
With a sigh I place my arm on the edge of the ship and look out to sea. The horizon keeps my attention for only a moment before my eyes are drawn to the water. Water so cold its amazing there is no ice in this sea. No, even ice would be no match for the Slow Earth.
No matter. Now it burns slowly, but surely. The voyage lasted years, but eventually nature took her course. The fire inside of me so obvious now the heatwaves off my skin are almost visible.
People run around me, chasing consistency like they can stop the moon from rising into the night's sky. At first I wanted to believe them, but I knew the oceans song existed beyond my mind. Staring into the sea I ponder.
Slowly, but surely I remember the song. A song of love, a song of sorrow. So sweet the tune as I remember it. I remember it so clearly. The more I remember, the hotter I burn.
I stare at my hand as the song rings in my ears. The wood of the Slow Earth chars under my touch. I feel nothing.
I frown as the screams begin. The ship is in flames now. It was probably the pile of paper a captain forced me to read. In that moment I cared not.
The ship, trailing smoke from the lower decks where I left the flames, continues forward. A man escapes the depths of the Slow Earth only to collapse on the carpet outside the Captain's quarters. I watch as the skeleton ceases to move and the flames grow higher. They creep up the cabin door just before it opens.
An oblivious captain opens the door; he sees the smoke and begins to compose himself.
"Lock the hatch!"
Confused sailors take only a moment to respond as the screams snap them to attention. Not fast enough.
Another slave, barely a skeleton, comes running up the steps. It takes four men to lift the latch and as they slam it into place the skeleton becomes decapitated, its flaming head rolling, again, towards the captain as he steps aside. Fool. Sparks fly into his cabin setting the curtains aflame. Even with the fire inside me, I begin to feel the heat. Unnatural fire.
The smoke is billowing faster now. The horizon in front of the ship has disappeared. All that remains is me, this flaming ship, and the icy depths below.
The heat is unbearable and I realize the fire is inside of me. I return to my normal gaze and that's when I realize the song never waned. I can still hear it, however its no longer just inside my mind. The screams made that obvious. Now the deck is even aflame. The charred location where my hand rests emits flames that lick my skin gently; I feel nothing.
I step aside from the edge and the flames come with me. The heat waves begin to turn blue, then red. My clothes burst aflame as I begin to sweat. I turn quickly and stand naked before the crew. Baffled and scared they scream. The Slow Earth goes up in flames as the only way the fire can escape the lower decks is out the side. The fools run to the row boats only to watch the flames take their only escape. Slow Earth will be their tomb. I seem to care less.
The song rings louder and I find myself in a trance. A song so sad. She must yearn with all of her being. So cold in those depths, no one can reach her. No one to help her carry her burden. She yearns for love, yearns for warmth, yearns with all of her being. No one can touch her.
The Slow Earth rocks. The sound of wood cracking is the only thing I can hear over her song.
I am barely amazed that my own flames won't consume me. Every step I take leaves charred and burning wood in my wake. I feel nothing.
"She needs me" I decide and begin to climb the steps towards the bow of Slow Earth. Up here I see the waves begin to rise. The flames climbing high behind me bring sails of death down upon the men of Slow Earth. The wind picks up and my body becomes the fire. The horizon still invisible through the smoke, but the darkness of the sea beckons.
Such a sad song, her longing makes me feel in a world of no stimulation. I grow hot, hot for her. All I know of this woman is her song. Such a voice, such feeling. Nothing was ever beyond my control, for the rest I cared not. Cared nothing, but for this song I feel everything.
Where is she?
I close my eyes and listen. I hear nothing, but her song. My muscles flex on their own, yearning themselves just as she does for love.
A voice so sad, so lonely.
A change of tone from lonely to desperate wakes me from my trance. My eyes open just before I hit the water. The flames disappear, but water boils off my skin.
Confused, I realize her song has stopped.
"No" I think.
"Now I will never find her."
Opening my eyes again I see her there. She drifts carelessly in the depths of ice. So beautiful.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
I dare not move, stricken by her gaze. Eyes are deeper than the sea itself.
So beautiful, so sad, and so cold.
She reaches out, grasping for me. I am stricken. Slowly, but surely she grabs me and wraps herself tightly around me. I come out of this new trance with a final understanding.
I hold her tightly as she buries herself in my chest. My fire burning still.
Be warm beauty, no need to be cold. Be warm, be safe, be loved.
With precision I move to act. With foresight and intuition I act. With a period and a purpose I act. Not a single resource will be wasted. I only need two bullets.
You are free, as free as you believe yourself to be. As soon as you are born you are free,
free to do as you choose, to act and say what you will. You are free to think any thought you care to think. You are the only one who controls your mind, your muscles, your actions, and your words. No one can take that away from you, no matter what you believe.
As a babe opens it's eyes for the first time to gaze upon this experience we call life I wonder when that same child will adopt the idea that freedom isn't something free. To most of America's society right now, freedom is a privilege. Freedom is something easily given and taken by anyone you may encounter in your life.
This is entirely untrue. It is the constant freedom surrounding us which makes us doubt the reality within ourselves. If another man is free to bind and gag me, am I really free? The answer is yes, you are free to allow that man to bind and gag you as you please. You are also free to protect yourself if such a situation doesn't sound appealing. It is actually the abundance of freedom which leads us towards the illusion that freedom is something to hold onto less it escape our grasp and fall into the hands of another.
This is absolutely absurd. As a people you have the freedom to be oppressed or you can choose differently. How you use your freedom is ultimately up to you. When we come into this world we are promised nothing but possibilities. The world and universe is ultimately chaotic in nature and it is our duty to utilize our freedom to act within this chaos as we choose. It is your freedom to make war or defend yourself against it. It is your freedom to accept your current situation or act towards a change. When presented with obstacles in life, it is your freedom to do with them as you please. The act of removing an obstacle does not grant your your freedom back, it merely reminds you of what you were capable of the entire time.
Act with the pride and confidence of someone who is not ruled by their own fear. Fearing the consequences of your actions is healthy to a point. However as the scale begins to increase you grow from having a healthy sense of fear to living in constant fear to becoming oppressed by it. The more you allow this to happen the more you will witness yourself bowing your will to those who seem to have more 'freedom' than yourself. This is never the case, as I have obviously stated.
Are the leaders of men really men?
Those who we place our faith and trust in?
These men, if they can be called such a thing.
We adore and worship
Are they really men?
Or are they gods?
Some seem to confuse the two easily.
Are they either
or neither?
What do they have that our fathers didn't?
What do they provide that our own hands cannot produce?
The leaders of men who command our hearts.
The leaders of men who seek to ensure our bellies are full.
The leaders of men who seem to have it all.
The leaders of men who seem to give it all.
Look closely at the relationship between the two.
These leaders set the pace
These leaders set the beat
The heartbeat of a nation
The heartbeat of a kingdom!
They care for, tend to, and lead us as one
less we act for the individual
Less we act like we don't own a soul
Less we feast before our children
Less we beat our brothers down
The entity of a nation
and the minds of it's leaders
require faith in each other
to stay healthy
to stay prosperous
to act in unison
A synchronized dance
How does one lead a nation
a nation that despises him
a nation that doesn't believe in him
A nation who forgets the leaders of men are simply great men
but still men.
As is his duty to inspire
It is ours to support
Success or failure is inevitable
no one can deny an entire people it's belief in their leader
No one can deny a leader his belief in his people.
I wander lonely roads
spiraling paths
broken bridges
my torch burns forever
into the darkness
Illuminating my next few steps
two steps more
two steps more
paths never ending
they lead me forward
towards what I have no knowledge
Signs point me this way and that
but off in the distance
when I'm feeling low
when my heart has all but given up
my eyes catch a glimpse
of what I don't know
a calling siren
a inspiration
a motivation
as if to recharge my soul
The paths of my mind are dark
illuminated by my thought
if I shield the torch
if I shield the light
my eyes adjust to behold the chaos
I grow dizzy as I watch the landscape around me
forever shifting behind the fog of my mind
sitting on my path I watch the souls of others walk their own
they scream in agony and confusion as the landscape takes them
confusion reigns in the darkness
just outside my path it tempts me
it yearns for me
promises of pleasures and joys
promises of a material nature
The landscape shifts again before I can even decide
Deserts become mountains
mountains become oceans
oceans become valleys
oh so dark
captive by its constant change I stare in awe
before I realize my own path
"Any advertisement in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It belongs to you. It's yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head." - from the book Banksy Wall and Piece page 196
I want you to sit with me for a moment and just think. Think about this, why are we here? Why do we share this moment together? What is signifigant about this? What is signifigance? How does the eye of the beholder play into our perception of this or anything we may concern ourselves about in this lifetime. Why am I writing this?
I am the way I am
due to the flux you build inside of me
you give me thought
you give me life
you give me purpose
you give me the eye
the eye for your beauty
My soul shifts when you enter the room
never have I witnessed
such an altar
worth so much of my worship
the spiral
such a simple symbol
meaningless
without the eye for it
life...
such a simple mechanism
worthless
without the mind to experience it
Follow time backwards
back
back
back
Follow time forwards
push it
push it hard
push it with your mind
the only constant I experience is change
The only life I see is the one
the one which grows forever
the one which evolves forever
to eternity
and back again
the one life that supports all life
The one cell from which all divide
The snake which eats its own tail
but its not itself which it consumes
it was itself
a past creation
a past divide
It continues on
constantly in all
The most modern mechanicle wonder
needs a screwdriver
The most modern digital wonder
only understands zero and one
The latest scientific theory
was born from the math of the ancients
Today's highways
dont last as long as the cobblestone roads of the greeks
Their aquaducts still stand
Their knowledge still preached
Their Gods still worshipped
Their craftsmanship still valued
The pattern is clear
A giant puzzle lays before me
A tweak here, a tweak there
No one knows what the spiral will become
only that it spirals into becoming
We can only grab a hold of a small piece in any moment
silence the mind
act with control
act with focus
act with intent
you will grab more, but never enough
we swim in a neverending sea
wandering the endless desert
what we come across is our own to behold
The mirage in the distance is my canvas
my thoughts become the painting
the waves bring about uncertainty
the heat brings about fear
the wishes granted and prayers unanswered cause confusion
illusion
chaos
all in the name of principle and order
So ill admit ive been thinking about this post for a while, not entirely what to write about because im writing right now, but whether or not I should actually make a post in celebration of the new year. You would think after 2008 of these things the human race would grow bored, but no. I guess it wasnt always new years, but we gotta find something to celebrate, why not life?
So what has been on my mind lately? To be honest its chivalry, and im growing disgusted with the humans surrounding me. Actually I take that back, I guess im yearning for something. Its hard to put my finger on. I am waiting for something, just growing more and more impaitent. I keep collecting.
Collecting books, collecting resources, collecting research, collecting experiences, collecting results. Like there is a fucking point. No one wants to change the world. People only want to change the way everyone lives their life. Everyone wants everything done their way.
Tell me, TELL ME how you are going to change the world? How exactly do you suppose the weather should be managed, im sure there is some kind of law we can write to solve world hunger.
Oh no, I get it, your going to force world peace on everyone. How about planting some lilacs all over a hillside like in the book? Well that plan works as long as the earth desides to stay put for eternity.
Honestly, I dont have a solution. I just place myself outside the problem by not giving a fucking shit.
I would much rather, much rather
Trace a finger across a curvacious figure
I would much rather
Stare into the fire and try to see you through it, becoming lost in the depths of my own soul.
Make conversation, intent on confusing those listening.
Stare deep into your eyes as you catch a glimpse of enlightenment.
Witness music, dance, and freely flowing intuition.
Instill confidence and thought in others.
Hack life, not the industry
Acheive independance from this bullshit economy.
Now America, wake up, its fucking new years, get your asses back to work. We fucked up in the middle east and now we gotta prepare for war with china.
Just watch.... the term "communism" and "communist" will sneak its way back into our media and news casts, it already is. Keep watching, oblivious to how the cogs really spin.
Wake, work, sleep. Wake, think, work, sleep. Wake, work, think, sleep. Its cold, its snowing.
Wake, think, sleep. Eat something, shit another.
I am an animal. No I'm not!!
I need to be something, I already am something. I need to identify, I need to personify.
I need to make sense to someone besides myself.
I need.
But what, and who is this "I"?
Pages keep turning, the words are never the same
I want out, out of this story. I want to write it myself.
Gimme the pen, ill write a better story. Ill write adventure, passion, and romance.
Gimme the pen, ill write on the pages, ill write on the spine, ill write on all covers.
Fuck the book, lets write on the walls.
Logic and reason gives this a point.
When no point is in sight, do we lack logic and reason?
The universe has no point, yet we constantly seek logic and reason.
"Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?" Tool - Right in Two
Everyone is so right I cant find a side to choose.
I will fight for my own comfort.
I fight alone, but I am well off alone.
You want it? Take it!
Your words fall at my feet, useless against love, useless against against your brother.
Any act against me is an act against yourself. Strip me of all you deem worthy and you only create more work for yourself.
Its love that attracts such glory, fame, and luxury.
Its love that stops bullets.
Its love that bears children.
Glorious, innocent children, void of all your worries and concerns and ideas of hate.
Where is the love needed most?
Why is it all inside of me?
Why must I be the keeper of such riches.
Why must I dangle myself like a carrot before the rabbit?
Why must I watch these pages turn so slowly?
Give me the power, the power to know who is deserving.
Give me the strength, the strength to bring them love.
Let me hold them up high so that the world may see.
Bring me an example of life so deserving.
Constantly the urge to act The urge to action to glory However glory is everywhere Glory is under every rock Which rock do I look under Which fate do I choose?
All is well and all is thought Any rock is the greatest rock, but which rock is for me? It took a million 'whys' to come this far To see the difference in all differences I see truth in all perceptions Truth may not be without a perception Perception calls the mind home However, the mind has choice Who am I?
The only thing a written law accomplishes is the comforting feeling people get in their heart when they believe their existence to be predictable safe and protected. Like laws are magical barriers that will stop any crime the law is written to prevent. Nothing stops anything. I am going to submit a bill which declares global warming illegal. That will solve the problem. Yay! Maybe I should run for office!
Stop pointing fingers after every disaster that comes our way
How are you going to stop the pilot from making a detour? How are you going to stop the cop from shooting a minority? How are you going to stop someone from offending someone else? You cant. So stop trying, goddamn. People love to fight fire with fire, they forget it just makes the flames go higher.
I feel like the only person affected by these spells. Every great man had the woman by his side, those who didn't were simply the smart ones. Eventually however, every king needs a queen. Its odd how I seem to lose touch with reality, lose touch with myself. Heartache reminds a man that he has a soul. Its the only way you can know for sure. I feel like I'm being ripped in two, yet there is no organ where this pain originates. No medicine for the cells of the soul. I am left gathering pieces trying to put back together what the greatest minds could never understand. A bit of me lies here, a bit of me lies there, a bit of me is lost forever and a bit of me still shines. I don't know what to do, for I fear I might snuff it out for good.
Fuck you and your government. Fuck me and my government. Fuck your commercial software, mines better. Fuck your money, I get everything I need for free. Fuck your music, I only hear whining and fat people growing fatter. Fuck your meds, my race got this far without em. Fuck your jargon, your not explaining shit, just making up more words to separate the rich from the poor, the educated from the ignorant and the credible from the insane. Fuck your religion, I already have a god. Fuck your science, I'm just fine enjoying life without debating over how water trickles down stream. Fuck your philosophy, just more words beating a dead horse. Fuck your mom, because she has been fucked before. Fuck your girlfriend, she doesn't understand loyalty. Fuck your boyfriend, just another alpha male in a pack of thousands. Fuck your drugs, a little meditation gets me higher than you will ever know. Fuck your TV, the Internet is more credible than CNN. Fuck your politics, I will never jeopardize my life because of the words that happen to be on some specific piece of fucking paper. Fuck your wars, no I will not fight you. Fuck grammar, if I want you to understand I will write it as such. Fuck your cars, everything I need is within my arms reach. Fuck your jewelry and cell phones and makeup, why do you have to fake a blush 24/7? Fuck your ties and expensive suits, the most revolutionary economic changes were made by hobbyists in their garages covered in more dirt than you can bare to see on your SUV's "rims". Fuck your debates, you only think your talking about the same thing. Fuck your universities, educate yourself. Fuck your math, staticians only get paid to tell people what they wanna hear. Fuck your hypocrisy, we are all hypocrites. FUCK!
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