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Not yet have I received
Solemn plea,
Nor nights, somberly free
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
One of My Favorite Poems by Jim Morrison
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Visions of Clear
Peering out into visions of clear
My visions of laughter, hatred and fear
Never were realized until I was here
Many years I have tried,
Many years I have died
Yet I have never realized until I was here
Seeing is not what it seems
It seems, that the world is torn -
Torn between hatred and fear,
Two things that I never realized until I was here
My visions of laughter, hatred and fear
Never were realized until I was here
Many years I have tried,
Many years I have died
Yet I have never realized until I was here
Seeing is not what it seems
It seems, that the world is torn -
Torn between hatred and fear,
Two things that I never realized until I was here
No Break from the End
I miss events in my life. My life so far is good, but I geared myself for better. What does it take to escape this evil that has castrated my soul and forgone my inner meter? Do you realize I have lived to see a few major events which all seems a sham to me. This world is so hell-bent on being politically correct that it sickens me to exhaustion.
I have been a part of 9-11, the bubble bursting, Clinton getting head, Barry Bonds being shammed from what he truly is, and a war. Honestly, I don’t even want to go into this war, this stupid waste of time, lives and money. I mean why are we not revolting against this sick fuck of a President that we have? We are supposed to be Americans, not brain fried TV junkies. We are the leaders of modern civilization, and what are we doing here besides jacking off and going to work? I say we stop this madness, rid ourselves of who we are and begin to take action for what is right!
Why are we not for Peace? What is so wrong with all of us just getting along? If we are so crazy about Science these days, and our politicians are supposed to be from Harvard or Yale or some shit – where I guess you actually learn to be Human – then why have we not already come to grips with reality? The reality of course is that we are all the same – minus a few subtleties, but this really brings us to kill each other? These are the questions I have about this war, or any war for that matter. Can we just stop hating and start loving, can we be peaceful and not revengeful, and for Christ’s sake, let’s stop this war.
The media, oh what a catastrophe they have become. What is this about Paris Hilton today, oh she’s a girl who is doing drugs and having sex and drinking and being her age? You think I really care about this nonsense; bullshit I don’t. And what is it with ESPN, this sports station? They are a complete mess, and everyone knows it – except for a few meatball men who cherish their little moments when they can come home from their lame lives and sit in front of their TV watching their sports. Read a fucking book, have a conversation outside of who is starting next week for their fantasy football team, maybe even live your life; and no, not by watching TV, but by interacting with your family, your friends, and yourself. Ok, so I love sports, and by yourself I meant to write something from your heart or tell someone how you feel, not to play with yourself.
This country has lost its grip on reality, it really has. Some of my fondest moments are being outdoors, enjoying the wind, the stars, the fire. These are the times when one can say to themselves, “life is what life is worth living for.” Can one really say this watching the media crush the living shit out of sports? Once I watched a football game where the broadcaster said some coach was the smartest man in the world because he ran some fucking play that scored a touchdown. Are you fucking serious! Hello! This broadcaster is probably living in a mansion, sucking his dick as I speak.
I will say one thing – well not really, but figuratively lets pretend because I am on a role here sitting in my friends apartment writing on my computer – that the moments when I feel most alive is when I am by myself, in my mind, where no one else can be. These are the times when I close my eyes, forget the suffering, forget the rent that is due, or the life that will become of me, or when I will die, but instead the times when I can say to myself “I am alive,” you know, “I think, therefore I am.” And if you are not a person who does this, please do so now – and without the TV on. As a matter of fact, if anyone is going to read this can you not do it with the TV on, music playing, or any other type of electronic rustling about. I am speaking from my soul, and I would appreciate a little sympathy.
So what now? How does this world change for the better? The truth is, we are stuck, and there is no room for change. The world has gone so incredibly wrong that the only hope is for it to end. This is how we change for the better. We have so many items that have become fixities in our lives that its done, there is no back tracking now. Hamilton, you weasel fuck, I wish you had the decency of Jefferson to realize the mess would have become. Such biased opinions we take on matters of issue, and I mean after all is that not what an opinion is, a biased account of what one thinks as right? Instead Dogma rules this planet, which of course has only caused suffering, strife and a diminished sense of wrong.
I have been a part of 9-11, the bubble bursting, Clinton getting head, Barry Bonds being shammed from what he truly is, and a war. Honestly, I don’t even want to go into this war, this stupid waste of time, lives and money. I mean why are we not revolting against this sick fuck of a President that we have? We are supposed to be Americans, not brain fried TV junkies. We are the leaders of modern civilization, and what are we doing here besides jacking off and going to work? I say we stop this madness, rid ourselves of who we are and begin to take action for what is right!
Why are we not for Peace? What is so wrong with all of us just getting along? If we are so crazy about Science these days, and our politicians are supposed to be from Harvard or Yale or some shit – where I guess you actually learn to be Human – then why have we not already come to grips with reality? The reality of course is that we are all the same – minus a few subtleties, but this really brings us to kill each other? These are the questions I have about this war, or any war for that matter. Can we just stop hating and start loving, can we be peaceful and not revengeful, and for Christ’s sake, let’s stop this war.
The media, oh what a catastrophe they have become. What is this about Paris Hilton today, oh she’s a girl who is doing drugs and having sex and drinking and being her age? You think I really care about this nonsense; bullshit I don’t. And what is it with ESPN, this sports station? They are a complete mess, and everyone knows it – except for a few meatball men who cherish their little moments when they can come home from their lame lives and sit in front of their TV watching their sports. Read a fucking book, have a conversation outside of who is starting next week for their fantasy football team, maybe even live your life; and no, not by watching TV, but by interacting with your family, your friends, and yourself. Ok, so I love sports, and by yourself I meant to write something from your heart or tell someone how you feel, not to play with yourself.
This country has lost its grip on reality, it really has. Some of my fondest moments are being outdoors, enjoying the wind, the stars, the fire. These are the times when one can say to themselves, “life is what life is worth living for.” Can one really say this watching the media crush the living shit out of sports? Once I watched a football game where the broadcaster said some coach was the smartest man in the world because he ran some fucking play that scored a touchdown. Are you fucking serious! Hello! This broadcaster is probably living in a mansion, sucking his dick as I speak.
I will say one thing – well not really, but figuratively lets pretend because I am on a role here sitting in my friends apartment writing on my computer – that the moments when I feel most alive is when I am by myself, in my mind, where no one else can be. These are the times when I close my eyes, forget the suffering, forget the rent that is due, or the life that will become of me, or when I will die, but instead the times when I can say to myself “I am alive,” you know, “I think, therefore I am.” And if you are not a person who does this, please do so now – and without the TV on. As a matter of fact, if anyone is going to read this can you not do it with the TV on, music playing, or any other type of electronic rustling about. I am speaking from my soul, and I would appreciate a little sympathy.
So what now? How does this world change for the better? The truth is, we are stuck, and there is no room for change. The world has gone so incredibly wrong that the only hope is for it to end. This is how we change for the better. We have so many items that have become fixities in our lives that its done, there is no back tracking now. Hamilton, you weasel fuck, I wish you had the decency of Jefferson to realize the mess would have become. Such biased opinions we take on matters of issue, and I mean after all is that not what an opinion is, a biased account of what one thinks as right? Instead Dogma rules this planet, which of course has only caused suffering, strife and a diminished sense of wrong.
Baby Steps
Can reason always be right?
What if there is fault in truth
I know it’s strange,
But let’s sever this game,
And go back to our roots
Let’s fuck and dance, and make some romance
Let’s be free, and run a muck
It will be odd at first, like learning to walk
But look at us now,
We can talk –
And all it took were some chances
So I say, “lets take that chance,
Stop running with reason,
And journey with treason –
Break the bonds that sheen us,
Forming whatever lies beneath them”
What if there is fault in truth
I know it’s strange,
But let’s sever this game,
And go back to our roots
Let’s fuck and dance, and make some romance
Let’s be free, and run a muck
It will be odd at first, like learning to walk
But look at us now,
We can talk –
And all it took were some chances
So I say, “lets take that chance,
Stop running with reason,
And journey with treason –
Break the bonds that sheen us,
Forming whatever lies beneath them”
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