Found here.
Burn Sand Burn - Prelude
I step to the edge, I really like it! Love it!
Can you feel your soul like I do?
Throwdown - Burn
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
Skills
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...
Litany Against Fear
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.
Good vs Evil
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.
obe?
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?
Exist?
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
Going to the Show
Mayhem Festival
Painting by Jarah Tree.
Know Who?
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
Found here.
Found here.
Truth
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.
stuff
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 This post is in celebration of my accomplishment of adding RSS and automatic posting capabilities. So added functionality for the admin, and RSS for you readers. enjoy
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?
Just waiting for the next moment of glory!
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.
High on Life!
High on Life!
High on Life!
GET HIGH ON LIFE!!
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.
Images found here.
Image found here.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
- Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
To write or to run?
To save or to let go?
To think or to act?
Meditate or react?
To float or boat??
I hate deciding...
To feel life in all its facets...
makes me want to love you all
makes me want to step on you
makes me want to stay here and sigh....
May I be utterly grateful
for what you feel to be nothing?
Is there a way to avoid this confusion?
Be my king
Be my queen
Lead me to love my brothers
Lead me to save my sisters
Satan is my motor!
Hear my motor purrr!!!
let me think this way
then not
then that way
then not
let me act
and act
and act
When did I become more than human?
When did I realize I could push my society this way or that?
If you want me why cant you just show me?
We are kings!!!!
We are queens!!!
This is our empire, our kingdom.
We were kings of it all, the day we were born!!
I am All! Feel me not! Hear me not! Touch me not!
Become me!
Become me!
BECOME ME!!!!!
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....
Fuck stairs.
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Found here.
There is something rising
something building
I must prepare
I must be ready
the dam will flood
the gates will open
potential exposed
kinetic destruction
I must prepare
I must gather my supplies
wax the board
we are going surfing
I will ride the spiral
The Boy Who Destroyed The World
Days of the Phoenix
If I had a dime for every feeling...
You would wish to trade and barter.
There is nothing new
in the deepest parts of my soul
which You have not seen before.
I would climb the tallest mountain
I would dedicate my kingdom to You
I would sacrifice my men in battle
I would
I would
I would
for a single compliment.
The fuel for my fire
is inside of me?
or You?
I stare at the flames
wondering if words or action hold the answer
or neither
or both
such is life
Found here.
http://www.amidabuddha.org/news/21Jan2008.html
"The doors of the Immortal are open. Let them who can hear respond with faith."
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"All artwork copyright Justin Sweet unless otherwise noted. No portion of this website may be reproduced without expressed permission."
A.K.A. - I'm going to get pissed as fuck and try to tear you a new asshole if I see my art anywhere else besides my own gallery because im a selfish prick when it comes to my talent and would rather focus on making money than improving my ability to make this world a better place.
Is it really my fault that your website gives my machine a copy of your art? Specificly this copy right here...
Fucking sweet jpeg by the way. I dont have anything personal against the artist, im just trying to make people think.
Blinking once, blinking twice.
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.
Picture found here.
Open your eyes I cry
I cry
Open your eyes
I tear
I weep
I sweat
I beg
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Be here, with me
Open your eyes
Be here with me
Open your eyes
I will not watch you suffer
open your eyes
look at me
look at my eyes
see what I see
open your eyes
no
no
I cant take it any more
open your eyes
open your eyes
you need not suffer
dammit, open your eyes
dont, please god dont
no
never
you need not suffer
I cry
I cry
open your eyes!!!
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.
Take me for granted
Misjudge me left and right
Use my name in vain
Disrespect me in every way possible.
Dont underestimate me.
Dont force me to act against you.
You will never realize your mistake.
once I was young
so innocent and curious
familiar with the feeling
but not the purpose
of this viscid heart
of this viscid heart
one day while living
not a care in the world
you asked for a taste
just a quick lick
of this viscid heart
of this viscid heart
the extasy was enlightenment
I thought I realized
realized the purpose
the treasure was inside
so together we dined
the sweet sweet nectar
of this viscid heart
of this viscid heart
Oh wont you take me and my heart
make it yours forever
let the dreams flow
let the dreams flow
We dont have to wake up
We dont have to wake up
we wont wake up
we wont wake up
not now, it cant be
no god dont let it be
woken by death, hearts shrivle to dust
Once I was not as young
So broken and bruised
familiar with the feeling
but not the cure.
The more beautiful you are
The deadlier you seem to be
I feel taunted
like a child to flame I am drawn
I tried it once
I tried it twice
three times I've been burned
Now I am taunted
Now I am haunted
haunted
haunted by you
haunted
haunted
there is nothing casual about ecstasy
nothing easy about lust
the flames grow higher as I grow smaller
flames be calm
oh flames be calm
I beg you to calm
I pray you to calm
you will rip my heart from me
please be calm
calm
calm
I know your splendor
just let me nurse my wounds
You do not deserve ice so cold
I blame no one but myself
for being so naive
I cant feel my heart
its not your fault
it cant be your fault
its not your fucking fault
I don't blame you
now leave me the fuck alone
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
Standing I light the torch
two steps more
two steps more
as I wander the roads of my mind.
For shits
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"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?
Found here.
found here.
By Sam Weber
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found here.
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From xkcd.
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.
By Bruno 9li
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.
Beauty surrounds me, will I ever be coming down?
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!
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!
