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tried to take a picture..of love
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
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im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
tried to write a letter..in ink..
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me...
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
The snow settled on the old pine trees like an x-ray,
searching out some kind of cancer,
and the best that I can do is wonder
just exactly what you'd say about it.
I was seven--almost eight, bouncing on a knee,
and if I'd known anything of war
not played with flimsy, dull-edged cards
around an old extendable kitchen table
every two Sundays, I might have asked.
I'll bet it changes people, war, I mean.
Lead-tipped and trigger-operated
death, strafing all those mothers' sons,
mortars like small-town fireworks,
and everything I've read about.
It's cold here, and my footprints explode
into this inch or two, and then disappear,
lost with each gust of wind. And if I could,
I'd ask how a kid no older than me
can get sent to hell and live to talk about it.
When the true value of our consciousness is unlimited beyond the known
infinity, how can we be expected to realize this falseness known as modern
society, and cooperate with such ludicrous designs?
The exponential growth rate of ignorance on planet Earth has led
man-kind down a path of de-evolution and eventually will lead to the physical
demise of most of our species. It seems as though ignorance and technology spread at virtually the same rate, while knowledge of the greater good travels at a
crawling pace all its own. Man-kind wields the powers of technology without
earning and recognizing the responsibilities of such powerful tools. Earth
continues to be raped on a daily basis while man-kind’s justification for this
is only a candy coating whose center is only made of laziness and greed. These
daily atrocities are only superseded by each following day. As more
positions of power are acquired by those who live solely on their own superficial
desires, the spread of true knowledge is pushed back to a point where most are
blind to the existence of the most important questions.
If the world as we know it ends by a direct misuse of our vast
technology or happens to end by an indirect effect of man’s causing, it doesn’t
matter because the most concrete fact is that humanity will lead to its own
destruction. Why can’t humanity see that their desire to want should not
supersede the need for a peaceful existence? The use of free will in such a selfish
manner will earn most of humanity a direct trip into nothingness.
Its not that I have the power to see the future, but the fact that I
feel this growing tragedy’s conclusion drawing nearer with every fiber of my
being. As long as humanity is blind to the fact that they should just be happy
to exist, the farther they will travel down the path of nothingness. So what
is to be done to prevent this horrible tragedy? Unfortunately, there may be
nothing left to do but sit back and observe the exponential rate of
selfishness humanity is perpetuating. I can honestly assure you that if I could help
prevent this course of events, I would devote my entire being into opening
man-kind’s eyes. Instead, I continue to ponder why vast reach and potential are
humanities greatest assets, yet ignorance is the most prevalent part of
society.
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Fighter jets fly over head
Announcing your birth as
the sun gleams
bouncing off the white marble columns
Of the hospital where you were born.
Babies crying, so many babies
each needed to grow
To fight.
To manufacture,
To reproduce,
To die.
Babies cry for milk and comfort
That’s what we all need—
Comfort.
Buzzing bullets sound like insects.
Annoying but normal
Almost.
Tapping, tapping strange tapping.
Gunfire pops off on a far off hill
Announcing the arrival of
open season on the unseen enemy.
It is cold in the morning
when you fly.
Today, I live 19 years
On this earth
In this country
In this war
bound with straps
To a small metal seat.
With the adrenaline of battle as food
as trumpets sound off in the distance.
Death would be your friend,
For only an honorable life
Is ended in battle.
Without warning the radio calls,
“no flight today!”
Or tomorrow. Or anymore.
Shock and confusion
Lost in your own life.
Dancing fools in the streets
Celebrate the end of the war.
Why?
How could this have happened?
The world has changed today.
What is this thing called
A long forgotten myth
A memory of other peoples
Long forgotten
Babes born into infant peace are hungry
Not for freedom
But for dreams
Not for power,
But for the knowledge of a future.
How can they dream
of world without war
when peace is so costly?
No work for many.
Knowledge wasted,
Factories once flourishing
now failing.
Only poverty is in abundance.
What are we to do?
Maybe those who
began the war are dead now
And with them the reasons
why we fought are gone too.
Maybe they will be
celebrated as heroes.
Maybe not.
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
Society
Friday, January 9, 2009 ( 9:00 PM )
It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me...
Labels: journey of life
untitled
Friday, December 19, 2008 ( 8:32 PM )
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
Labels: journey of life
Questions for My Grandfather
Saturday, November 22, 2008 ( 3:14 AM )
The snow settled on the old pine trees like an x-ray,
searching out some kind of cancer,
and the best that I can do is wonder
just exactly what you'd say about it.
I was seven--almost eight, bouncing on a knee,
and if I'd known anything of war
not played with flimsy, dull-edged cards
around an old extendable kitchen table
every two Sundays, I might have asked.
I'll bet it changes people, war, I mean.
Lead-tipped and trigger-operated
death, strafing all those mothers' sons,
mortars like small-town fireworks,
and everything I've read about.
It's cold here, and my footprints explode
into this inch or two, and then disappear,
lost with each gust of wind. And if I could,
I'd ask how a kid no older than me
can get sent to hell and live to talk about it.
Labels: journey of life
why part 2
Saturday, September 20, 2008 ( 5:30 AM )
When the true value of our consciousness is unlimited beyond the known
infinity, how can we be expected to realize this falseness known as modern
society, and cooperate with such ludicrous designs?
The exponential growth rate of ignorance on planet Earth has led
man-kind down a path of de-evolution and eventually will lead to the physical
demise of most of our species. It seems as though ignorance and technology spread at virtually the same rate, while knowledge of the greater good travels at a
crawling pace all its own. Man-kind wields the powers of technology without
earning and recognizing the responsibilities of such powerful tools. Earth
continues to be raped on a daily basis while man-kind’s justification for this
is only a candy coating whose center is only made of laziness and greed. These
daily atrocities are only superseded by each following day. As more
positions of power are acquired by those who live solely on their own superficial
desires, the spread of true knowledge is pushed back to a point where most are
blind to the existence of the most important questions.
If the world as we know it ends by a direct misuse of our vast
technology or happens to end by an indirect effect of man’s causing, it doesn’t
matter because the most concrete fact is that humanity will lead to its own
destruction. Why can’t humanity see that their desire to want should not
supersede the need for a peaceful existence? The use of free will in such a selfish
manner will earn most of humanity a direct trip into nothingness.
Its not that I have the power to see the future, but the fact that I
feel this growing tragedy’s conclusion drawing nearer with every fiber of my
being. As long as humanity is blind to the fact that they should just be happy
to exist, the farther they will travel down the path of nothingness. So what
is to be done to prevent this horrible tragedy? Unfortunately, there may be
nothing left to do but sit back and observe the exponential rate of
selfishness humanity is perpetuating. I can honestly assure you that if I could help
prevent this course of events, I would devote my entire being into opening
man-kind’s eyes. Instead, I continue to ponder why vast reach and potential are
humanities greatest assets, yet ignorance is the most prevalent part of
society.
Labels: journey of life
Born to War
Sunday, September 14, 2008 ( 1:54 AM )
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Fighter jets fly over head
Announcing your birth as
the sun gleams
bouncing off the white marble columns
Of the hospital where you were born.
Babies crying, so many babies
each needed to grow
To fight.
To manufacture,
To reproduce,
To die.
Babies cry for milk and comfort
That’s what we all need—
Comfort.
Buzzing bullets sound like insects.
Annoying but normal
Almost.
Tapping, tapping strange tapping.
Gunfire pops off on a far off hill
Announcing the arrival of
open season on the unseen enemy.
It is cold in the morning
when you fly.
Today, I live 19 years
On this earth
In this country
In this war
bound with straps
To a small metal seat.
With the adrenaline of battle as food
as trumpets sound off in the distance.
Death would be your friend,
For only an honorable life
Is ended in battle.
Without warning the radio calls,
“no flight today!”
Or tomorrow. Or anymore.
Shock and confusion
Lost in your own life.
Dancing fools in the streets
Celebrate the end of the war.
Why?
How could this have happened?
The world has changed today.
What is this thing called
Peace?Peace
A long forgotten myth
A memory of other peoples
Long forgotten
Babes born into infant peace are hungry
Not for freedom
But for dreams
Not for power,
But for the knowledge of a future.
How can they dream
of world without war
when peace is so costly?
No work for many.
Knowledge wasted,
Factories once flourishing
now failing.
Only poverty is in abundance.
What are we to do?
Maybe those who
began the war are dead now
And with them the reasons
why we fought are gone too.
Maybe they will be
celebrated as heroes.
Maybe not.
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Labels: journey of life
if we..should be getting under
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
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is beating our hearts..we're empty..
EMPTY
song by Click Five
tried to take a picture, of love..
didn't think I'd miss her, that much..
I want to fill this new frame
but its empty
tried to write a letter, in ink..
its been getting better, I think..
I got a piece of paper
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
and I've even wondered, if we..
should be getting under, these sheets..
we could lie in this bed
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
oh oh
oh oh
oooooh
oh oh
oh oh
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
we're empty
we're empty
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