I want to make you feel nasty. Down right down and out and dawn light will drown the scars out. Boy scout medical paranoia will take your transmissions and twist them into -
submission
- taught around your minds, dark, in this nightmare you skylark. Fly, fly high, deep into the violet sky. Bruises pressed into your skin, squeezed into your mind, your memories bend like a bow bent -snap, broken in two for the sake of making a meager metaphor mend.
_Deep dark depths man, I went there just then. Couldn't speak, couldn't find no friend and man I swear that my fears were not hell bent but beginning to ferment in the hellish flames._
_Man, couldn't even put two and two together, they pushed apart like polar opposites and my reasoning cascaded down in salty drops from my pulsating crown._
*Breathe deep, fail to do so could see your conscience snap.*
_Never slept before this time before, never knelt before this throne before and felt the roar of a thousand collosal truths._
_So lacking in heartfelt energy - that could have been the final flight for this horrible verse._
_It was so deep, so dark, that my body repulsed the heat and pushed out droplets of energy and thoughts to cool down this machine, of sorts._
_I wish I remembered clearly,
I wish I could tell you dearly,_
_And now I'm here._
_Maybe I should just drop it? - Just fucking drop it and let it go_
_But I've never felt that way before._
_Never known how much I would be in uproar_
_when words were respected no more_
_and enemies used them to mop the floor_
_after they blew your head off with a metaphor._
_False lies, perverted since ages ago..._
_Lie strong in the heart's of old men._
_And many cannot understand.
Many minds cannot bend back,
or even bend at all,
they are so tightly strung to one side,
that they cannot see the lie,
if only they had my eyes.
If only they had my eyes.
If only -_
_I'll give them my eyes.
I won't let words be the enemy.
Compassion, understanding, knowledge and faith will befriend the vehement solemnity that encased my soul.
But I broke free._
_They shall have my eyes.
However, I shant go blind.
For what I see colours my mind,
and they can never take that from me,
nor mankind
as long as we stand for truth,
unity, love._
_White doves fly high.
La phenix rises from the ashes.
The pendulum swings back,
As the truth spreads through the masses,_
_They shall have my eyes._
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
FNX
Don’t downplay the distaste aimed at the state,
even though these suits know your number plate
and before you park your car in your garage it will be too late.
You have to rise up and fight the hate. Eliminate the oppressive state.
Take control of your own fate.
‘Coz that’s the world if we’re too late.
If these soulless shadows make you take a mortgage out on your intellectual estate,
then that’s the reality of our state.
OUR STATE
The truth is stranger than fiction, friends,
and that’s not a prediction,
it’s a description,
non-fiction.
Now let’s make amends.
even though these suits know your number plate
and before you park your car in your garage it will be too late.
You have to rise up and fight the hate. Eliminate the oppressive state.
Take control of your own fate.
‘Coz that’s the world if we’re too late.
If these soulless shadows make you take a mortgage out on your intellectual estate,
then that’s the reality of our state.
OUR STATE
The truth is stranger than fiction, friends,
and that’s not a prediction,
it’s a description,
non-fiction.
Now let’s make amends.
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
fourth book, beatnik bush
hermione
meet her in the forest on the run from the authorities. Garcia is with me, we have been out there for two months, killing animals to live.
I meet her, Hermione, the most beautiful girl in the world. She kisses me, gives me the flu (as she got the vaccination moments before she escaped - but she didn't tell me) I come down with the flu. For 6 days I am falling in and out of consciousness. 5 days of thunder and rain. Our camp is flooded, Hermione and her friend are taken. Garcia only just managed to escape with his life - he left me under ferns, almost half a kilometre away from camp - for 5 days it rained and I felt the rain, purifying me. For five days I drifted in and out of sleep, was I wide awake in my conscience? Was this heaven? On the 6th day Garcia came back for me. On the 6th day the sun came out, warming my bones, warming me to my core, the morning sunshine brought me back to life. But I was out there for too long, I began to burn. Before I shrivelled up to die Garcia came back. He brought me into the shade. Cooled me with the river water. Fed me fish and water from his cup. He explained to me that Hermione had been taken and that he had escaped with his life, and he apologised for leaving me here. He told me that he wanted to show me something, that it was important... but I should also be wary of my health and that I needed to rest for a few hours. For these hours I gazed upon the beauty of the place. The beautiful running water. The cool shade. The life-giving heat, the plants, the bushes, the animals, bugs and birds. In my sleep I dreamt I was in heaven. Upon waking I witnessed my dream first hand. Pure pleasure. The orchestral sounds. The perfume smells. All natural. All free, balanced, perfect, good. All too soon Garcia called me to follow him. For about 3 kilometres we walked through the bush until we
(intentionally leaving the last sentence broken. It characterises the situation we are in. It's not finished yet. It's up to us to choose what to do. To write the conclusion, so to speak. - Perhaps there could be a part 2 of the novel, who knows.)
the cool, calm peacefulness of night time.
meet her in the forest on the run from the authorities. Garcia is with me, we have been out there for two months, killing animals to live.
I meet her, Hermione, the most beautiful girl in the world. She kisses me, gives me the flu (as she got the vaccination moments before she escaped - but she didn't tell me) I come down with the flu. For 6 days I am falling in and out of consciousness. 5 days of thunder and rain. Our camp is flooded, Hermione and her friend are taken. Garcia only just managed to escape with his life - he left me under ferns, almost half a kilometre away from camp - for 5 days it rained and I felt the rain, purifying me. For five days I drifted in and out of sleep, was I wide awake in my conscience? Was this heaven? On the 6th day Garcia came back for me. On the 6th day the sun came out, warming my bones, warming me to my core, the morning sunshine brought me back to life. But I was out there for too long, I began to burn. Before I shrivelled up to die Garcia came back. He brought me into the shade. Cooled me with the river water. Fed me fish and water from his cup. He explained to me that Hermione had been taken and that he had escaped with his life, and he apologised for leaving me here. He told me that he wanted to show me something, that it was important... but I should also be wary of my health and that I needed to rest for a few hours. For these hours I gazed upon the beauty of the place. The beautiful running water. The cool shade. The life-giving heat, the plants, the bushes, the animals, bugs and birds. In my sleep I dreamt I was in heaven. Upon waking I witnessed my dream first hand. Pure pleasure. The orchestral sounds. The perfume smells. All natural. All free, balanced, perfect, good. All too soon Garcia called me to follow him. For about 3 kilometres we walked through the bush until we
(intentionally leaving the last sentence broken. It characterises the situation we are in. It's not finished yet. It's up to us to choose what to do. To write the conclusion, so to speak. - Perhaps there could be a part 2 of the novel, who knows.)
the cool, calm peacefulness of night time.
The Island
We are all fans. Building and building and building up our idols but in doing so we are forgetting about our own foundations. Loneliness isn’t just a melancholic experience – it can also be superfluous exacerbated positivity, in my eyes.
I see the times fly by… From the last fall to the next one. One mindset knows all – all there is to know is known and this dulls my world. So I turn that off – I live with one eye open instead of all three. I know it sounds weird to you but it’s me. And I don’t live for you I live for me unless you’re a part of me – like my family than it’s different and you’ll see. I protect them just as they protect me.
And honestly, protection is all we seem seek in this modern world. Look at the world from the top to the bottom. The homeless seek protection, the underprivileged want more money, the middle class want more holidays, the wealthy want less tax, the famous want less paparazzi, the insecure want more self-esteem, the envious want more whatever and the greedy want more of everything.
And that’s apparently normal. It seems that it’s simply the way it is.
That is, of course, until we give up everything.
Until the day comes that we give up everything we are always going to be lost in our greed.
Give up greed.
Listen to your heart. It beats for you.
Learn to love yourself before you lose yourself in hating yourself and then trying to love yourself by falling in love with something or someone else and thinking that you’ll be better off with that thing.
You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t survive with what you’ve got already. You don’t need anything else. You can be tricked into wanting something else, but you can never be tricked into needing it. If you don’t get that new accessory – your heart won’t stop beating. If the other person doesn’t fall in love with you, you won’t spontaneously combust. But if you stop loving and you stop being compassionate and understanding and if you start to live like you have no soul then you will start to die – and you’ll be dead long before your bones rot and your body becomes another part of our Earth.
Until you realise that you are the most perfect and most beautiful and almost indescribable gift this planet has ever known than you will constantly be looking for something else and you will never feel satiated. Believe in your potential.
Think back to the time when the world felt perfect – when everything was in its place.
I think of childhood. As children, we weren’t hit by the media telling us that we were flawed and lacking materialistic things, we weren’t made to feel inadequate and small. Fuck that.
Once you realise that you are equipped to deal with this world than your whole life will change. You will stop making excuses, you will stop running away from the problems, you will be proud of who you are and what you are capable of. And you won’t be scared. You won’t be scared of falling, you won’t be scared of making mistakes – mistakes won’t ruin you now – they are the building blocks to knowledge and truth. Instead of letting mistakes crush you – use them, use that experience to build a bridge over troubled waters, to make a staircase to elevate yourself, use your mistakes as lights that lighten the path you have taken so that you may always look back and know where you have come from. Think of achievements the same way except the light is stronger.
And when you reach this point of believing in yourself – and in humanity, then you will have scaled mountains, traversed countries and crossed oceans.
And at the end of this major journey you will find yourself at the island. You will see
Stars dotted amongst the swaying trees.
butterflies dancing daintilly around them,
the young soft breeze seduces the sun and it sets beyond the warm horizon,
brush strokes melt the canvas as the water gently laps the golden beach.
Birds hum and call, a large throbbing bird song, meditating in the jungle,
bare stones and small pebbles line the path of love.
Cold drinks, every colour of the rainbow and more stand keeping guard.
No ignorant man shall step foot on this land. Only pure, enlightened minds can roam free.
Mellow yellow bamboo at every corner, holding up life and greenery, floating in the air.
The heavy warm wafts of salty sea breeze. Cold beer and moving music. The sultry start of a serendipitous slumber. Here lies the pure pleasure, where the beautiful brave live and let live.
Deep serenity. You and me, myself and I. All of us here, in my head, this island of bravery, intelligence and knowing. Pure personal bliss, a simple truth floating above a cataclsymic ocean of lies.
I see the times fly by… From the last fall to the next one. One mindset knows all – all there is to know is known and this dulls my world. So I turn that off – I live with one eye open instead of all three. I know it sounds weird to you but it’s me. And I don’t live for you I live for me unless you’re a part of me – like my family than it’s different and you’ll see. I protect them just as they protect me.
And honestly, protection is all we seem seek in this modern world. Look at the world from the top to the bottom. The homeless seek protection, the underprivileged want more money, the middle class want more holidays, the wealthy want less tax, the famous want less paparazzi, the insecure want more self-esteem, the envious want more whatever and the greedy want more of everything.
And that’s apparently normal. It seems that it’s simply the way it is.
That is, of course, until we give up everything.
Until the day comes that we give up everything we are always going to be lost in our greed.
Give up greed.
Listen to your heart. It beats for you.
Learn to love yourself before you lose yourself in hating yourself and then trying to love yourself by falling in love with something or someone else and thinking that you’ll be better off with that thing.
You wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t survive with what you’ve got already. You don’t need anything else. You can be tricked into wanting something else, but you can never be tricked into needing it. If you don’t get that new accessory – your heart won’t stop beating. If the other person doesn’t fall in love with you, you won’t spontaneously combust. But if you stop loving and you stop being compassionate and understanding and if you start to live like you have no soul then you will start to die – and you’ll be dead long before your bones rot and your body becomes another part of our Earth.
Until you realise that you are the most perfect and most beautiful and almost indescribable gift this planet has ever known than you will constantly be looking for something else and you will never feel satiated. Believe in your potential.
Think back to the time when the world felt perfect – when everything was in its place.
I think of childhood. As children, we weren’t hit by the media telling us that we were flawed and lacking materialistic things, we weren’t made to feel inadequate and small. Fuck that.
Once you realise that you are equipped to deal with this world than your whole life will change. You will stop making excuses, you will stop running away from the problems, you will be proud of who you are and what you are capable of. And you won’t be scared. You won’t be scared of falling, you won’t be scared of making mistakes – mistakes won’t ruin you now – they are the building blocks to knowledge and truth. Instead of letting mistakes crush you – use them, use that experience to build a bridge over troubled waters, to make a staircase to elevate yourself, use your mistakes as lights that lighten the path you have taken so that you may always look back and know where you have come from. Think of achievements the same way except the light is stronger.
And when you reach this point of believing in yourself – and in humanity, then you will have scaled mountains, traversed countries and crossed oceans.
And at the end of this major journey you will find yourself at the island. You will see
Stars dotted amongst the swaying trees.
butterflies dancing daintilly around them,
the young soft breeze seduces the sun and it sets beyond the warm horizon,
brush strokes melt the canvas as the water gently laps the golden beach.
Birds hum and call, a large throbbing bird song, meditating in the jungle,
bare stones and small pebbles line the path of love.
Cold drinks, every colour of the rainbow and more stand keeping guard.
No ignorant man shall step foot on this land. Only pure, enlightened minds can roam free.
Mellow yellow bamboo at every corner, holding up life and greenery, floating in the air.
The heavy warm wafts of salty sea breeze. Cold beer and moving music. The sultry start of a serendipitous slumber. Here lies the pure pleasure, where the beautiful brave live and let live.
Deep serenity. You and me, myself and I. All of us here, in my head, this island of bravery, intelligence and knowing. Pure personal bliss, a simple truth floating above a cataclsymic ocean of lies.
rvr motto
I'll get to pastoral poetry later. For now I'm dealing with shit. Intricate, raw, confusing shit. And I'll spend all my energy working it out - teasing it out - it's what I've wanted to do since I began thinking of my possibilities in life. Make no mistakes about it - I'm a fuck-up, a loser, a down and out piece of shit. But that's me and I'll blow you away when I become free. So just let me be. I don't want you and I don't need you needing me. I'm nothing special but what I can give you will last for infinity and it's not because I'm doing anything surprising it's because the world has lost something, like Poseidon, went down with Atlantis and let's not sit around like praying mantis I'm destroying this canvas 'coz it's been painted all wrong - don't paint over the past like an ignorant ass. You gotta reflect and define, because right now corrupt minds do try to take your fine minds and make you into their maligned and in hind sight the world will look back and thank those who fight.
I've been born to do this. Been born to say this. It's easy for me and I don't think it's a big deal. But I do care. And I do hurt. And I do bleed. And I do envy and I do freeze when I think of these 'conspiracies' not being dealt with carefully. That's why I consult history. And this is me. Leaving these words here amongst many others for free and sometime in some year they'll be the light out of the tunnel, they'll be the medicine to your fear.
And what of me? I wasn't meant to be here long - that's why I'm wise beyond my years - and I'm not speaking out of turn here I hear those words alot they ring around my ears.
Brittney spears - definitely taken under by the illuminati - she tries to break free. They strap her down, make her look 'crazy' when she's trying to escape and then take her away to be hypnotised and possessed under their control once again. The illuminati use the human vanity to take control of us. The 'stars' are their weapons. Ever wondered why they are called stars? It's because the Illuminati want you to subconsciously LOOK UP TO THEM.
This life is stranger then it seems. But it all starts to make sense, once you think about it - and open yourself up to the truth.
Tupac - Blasphemy
"We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin'
Everybody kissin' ass to go to Heaven, ain't going'
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil, niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely"
literacy levels falling
one book leaving a question
the second book answering
This tattoo is how I signed my pledge to myself, to my family, to the world - that I will always and in all things act with reason, with good faith and with hope. The ink poured into my body and intertwined itself with my atoms, my thoughts mixed with the ink, the intangible meaning became a picture. All my feelings, all my thoughts, all my needs and desires, all my hope now embrace my body. My tattoo symbolises a unification of heart, mind and soul - it bonds my thoughts to my physical body. It symbolises my dreams becoming reality.
I've been born to do this. Been born to say this. It's easy for me and I don't think it's a big deal. But I do care. And I do hurt. And I do bleed. And I do envy and I do freeze when I think of these 'conspiracies' not being dealt with carefully. That's why I consult history. And this is me. Leaving these words here amongst many others for free and sometime in some year they'll be the light out of the tunnel, they'll be the medicine to your fear.
And what of me? I wasn't meant to be here long - that's why I'm wise beyond my years - and I'm not speaking out of turn here I hear those words alot they ring around my ears.
Brittney spears - definitely taken under by the illuminati - she tries to break free. They strap her down, make her look 'crazy' when she's trying to escape and then take her away to be hypnotised and possessed under their control once again. The illuminati use the human vanity to take control of us. The 'stars' are their weapons. Ever wondered why they are called stars? It's because the Illuminati want you to subconsciously LOOK UP TO THEM.
This life is stranger then it seems. But it all starts to make sense, once you think about it - and open yourself up to the truth.
Tupac - Blasphemy
"We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin'
Everybody kissin' ass to go to Heaven, ain't going'
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil, niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely"
literacy levels falling
one book leaving a question
the second book answering
This tattoo is how I signed my pledge to myself, to my family, to the world - that I will always and in all things act with reason, with good faith and with hope. The ink poured into my body and intertwined itself with my atoms, my thoughts mixed with the ink, the intangible meaning became a picture. All my feelings, all my thoughts, all my needs and desires, all my hope now embrace my body. My tattoo symbolises a unification of heart, mind and soul - it bonds my thoughts to my physical body. It symbolises my dreams becoming reality.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Time to Dance
Writer who writes well when a spirit comes into him during times of displeasure/aggravation/melancholy. He notices at the end of the year of his first year of major writing. Thus he questions, is it me? Or is it that? Should I stop it or should I let it go? But now I know when it happens, can I make it occur?
So he starts to womanize and aims to get rejected by women. He finds all his old crushes on facebook and wines and dines and then gets dumped by them and uses that melancholy to fuel his writing. He becomes a prolific writer and world famous. One day he aims to get rejected by a beautiful, amazing girl, but she falls in love with him.
Time to Dance
'Come on John, it's time to dance' - grade 10 dancing - the first time he was rejected. He asked a girl to dance and she wouldn't. He went home and wrote a 3 word poem about it 'fuck my life'.
So he starts to womanize and aims to get rejected by women. He finds all his old crushes on facebook and wines and dines and then gets dumped by them and uses that melancholy to fuel his writing. He becomes a prolific writer and world famous. One day he aims to get rejected by a beautiful, amazing girl, but she falls in love with him.
Time to Dance
'Come on John, it's time to dance' - grade 10 dancing - the first time he was rejected. He asked a girl to dance and she wouldn't. He went home and wrote a 3 word poem about it 'fuck my life'.
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