| Lui Chi |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:40 am] |
The rain is due to fall,
The wind blows softly.
The branches of the cinnamon are moving,
The begonias stir on the green mounds.
Bright are the flying leaves,
The falling flowers are many.
The wind lifted the dry dust,
And he is lifting the wet dust;
Here and there the wind moves everything.
He passes under light gauze
And touches me.
I am alone with the beating of my heart.
There are leagues of sky,
And the water is flowing very fast.
Why do the birds let their feathers
Fall among the clouds?
I would have them carry my letters,
But the sky is long.
The stream flows east
And not one wave comes back with news.
The scented magnolias are shining still,
But always a few are falling.
I close his box on my guitar of jasper
And lay aside my jade flute.
I am alone with the beating of my heart.
Stay with me to-night,
Old songs.
- Lui Chi |
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| T'ao Ch'ien |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:39 am] |
I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,
Yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach.
Would you know how that his possible?
A heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it.
I pluck crysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words suddenly fail us.
- T'ao Ch'ien |
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| The Great Summons |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:38 am] |
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And round the house a covered way should run
Where horses might be trained.
And sometimes riding, sometimes going afoot
You shall explore, O Soul, the parks of spring;
Your jewelled axles gleaming in the sun
And your yoke inlaid with gold;
Or amid orchises and sandal-trees
Shall walk in the dark woods
O Soul come back and live for these delights!
Peacocks shall fill your gardens; you shall rear
The roc and phœnix, and red jungle-fowl,
Whose cry at dawn assembles river storks
To join the play of cranes and ibises;
Where the wild-swan all day
Pursues the glint of idle kingfishers.
O Soul come back to watch the birds in flight!
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- From The Great Summons of Ch'ü Yüan.
When ch'ü Yüan had been exiled from the Court for nine years, he became so despondent that he feared his soul would part from his body, and he would die. It was then that he made the poem called "The Great Summons," calling upon his soul not to leave him. Arthur Waley, the poem's translator. |
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| By and by... |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:37 am] |
You have coats and robes,
But you do not trail them;
You have chariots and horses,
But you will not ride them.
By and by you will die,
And another will enjoy them.
You have courtyards and halls,
But they are not sprinkled and swept;
You have bells and drums,
But they are not struck.
By and by you will die,
And another will possess them.
You have wine and food;
Why not play daily on your lute,
That you may enjoy yourself now
And lengthen your days?
By and by you will die,
And another will take your place.
- From the Shi King (Book of Odes) |
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| Far in the wilds... |
[Mar. 22nd, 2009|11:35 am] |
Deep in the grass there lies a dead gazelle,
The tall white grass enwraps her where she fell.
With sweet thoughts natural to spring,
A pretty girl goes wandering
With lover that would lead astray.
The little dwarf oaks hide a leafy dell,
Far in the wilds there lies a dead gazelle;
The tall white grass enwraps her where she fell,
And beauty, like a gem, doth fling
Bright radiance through the blinds of spring.
"Ah, gently! do not disarray
My kercheif! gently, pray!
Nor make the watch-dog bark
Under my lattice dark."
From the Shi King (Book of Odes) |
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| A poem from the heart of nowhere... |
[Jan. 22nd, 2007|06:37 pm] |
THE MOTHER ROOT
"Agoa da mañán anterga
trema no meu corazón."
- Lorca
A mingling of time and space
a body transplaced
mist and shadow to remain
Density of summer vibe
each cubic inch of air alive
with heady richness
with invisible glow
Each thing connected
solid matter and space
by the night-time's warm embrace
A consistent flow of milky energy
permeating everything
invigorating the fragile
weakening the impenetrable
The eternal under the tongue
the indefinable in living pools of water
the energy that enters every atom
is the mother of wombs
the seed that grows and blooms into
the flower that drinks the moon
Rumors of light shine
from dew that settles
shafts of moon
pillars on petals
Dew drawn into droplets falls
into currents are pulled as
the moon beholds from between
illuminated specters of the sky
drifting bands
thick ribbons high
the valley hums with the water's song
echoes in the night eternally
forever on. |
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| Heschel |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|06:01 am] |
"A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers no harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair." ... "Self-respect is the fruit of discipline, the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself." ... "In regard to cruelties committed in the name of a free society, some are guilty, while all are responsible." ... "Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy." ... "The goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord."
[Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel] |
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| For everyone... |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|08:27 pm] |
"Holy lamb, see the world we started, is it so low again? Like a light that's lost upon the stage, so the more it shines, it goes away. Surely then, see the curtain rising to show us once again all the magic of the earth and the skies. See the more we find, the more we realize that every time... see the laws of nature keep telling us like a friend. It's the spirit of emotion dancing to the wind, high above, high above, so sure inspired again. I can tell a new story now. Can we see through this mask of uncertainty? Surely now. How can it be so hard when all there is to know, don't be afraid of letting go. It takes a loving heart to see and show this love for our own ecology. Hold the light, hold the light! Out of love we'll come a long long glorious way. At the start of every day, a child begins to play. And all we need to know is that the future is a friend of yours and mine."
[Jon Anderson/Yes] |
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| I object... |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|08:14 pm] |
Perhaps the reason Huxley didn't attempt to seduce readers into the concept of paradise engineering with Brave New World is because he knew all too keenly (as a well-known user of hallucinogens, mind you) what the implications were of human-kind being either temporarily (through drugs) semi-permanently (through social/emotional conditioning) or permanently (through genetic engineering) altered in a way that would supposedly benefit the individual and/or society/world. There is so much logical inconsistency and idealistic over-reaching in the concept of paradise engineering that I prefer to look at it only as science fiction-and to keep my life as far away from it as possible, which is why I won't even buy into genetically modified plants. The obvious benefits of genetically modifying plants are analogous to the theoretical benefits of genetically modifying human beings: that they will live healthier and/or longer, produce more fruit (be it literal or metaphorical,) and all-in-all maximize their capabilities/potentials physically, emotionally, mentally, psychically perhaps. There is some terrible reality that proponents of an engineered paradise are overlooking. In the case of plants, the benefactor is not the plant, or is only partly the plant, and it is the lesser of the benefactors. Though its life, as it were, is bettered or extended in a way that could be argued to be benefiting the plant directly, that benefit is minimal in comparison to the benefit of human kind, a "higher" life-form with needs that are anthropocentrically considered to be more or all-important in comparison to that of the plant.
It's no wonder why the Alpha's and Controllers of Brave New World existed. Because human-kind has never before hesitated to divide itself into sub-classes created by the self-proclaimed higher/highest class. It has existed throughout history and is clearly in existence right now. Caste systems, racial and sexual oppression, religious persecution, indentured servitude, genocide, even petty bullying. They exist because man's desire to control is a cannibalistic desire. Proponents of paradise engineering likely disregard this fact because they believe these tendencies and aspects could be genetically erased, but they fail to speculate (and I at once congratulate them and chastise them for their lack of cynicism within their thought-processes) who the progenitors of a "brave new world" would be, how a small, let alone global population could be coerced peacefully into compliance, how people who refused to partake would be regarded or dealt with, and how it could be made absolutely sure that no persons, religious or political bodies would attempt to control such a society. How even would it be determined whether one was engineered or faking it? A branding, a secret handshake embedded in their DNA? Believe me, if it seemed in the least bit possible for a group of humans to volunteer themselves without any manipulation, deception, or external control to be self-governed in a state of constant bliss and happiness, I would consider it as an interesting theory. But some part of me would still protest, and I cannot help but feel that anyone who would put forth the notion that we should be altered to always be perfect, to always feel a certain way or a certain limited set of ways, is doing little more than sacrificing a great portion of their innate human divinity for little more than the most elaborate of idols, the molded-in-gold idol of supposed human experiential perfection.
I imagine we are too imperfect to claim to know what would be perfect for us or anything else, other than by brainwashing ourselves to believe without doubt in mock-perfection. We are also far too ignorant of our selves to claim to know what our 'perfect' self should/would be. |
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| And so god created... and so we destroy... |
[Mar. 7th, 2006|08:26 am] |
"To my mind the life of the lamb is no less precious than that of a human being. I should be unwilling to take the life of the lamb for the sake of the human body. I hold that, the more helpless the creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man." ~ "I do feel that spiritual progress does demand at some stage that we should cease to kill our fellow creatures for the satisfaction of our bodily wants." Mohandas K. Gandhi
"No humane being, past the thoughtless age of boyhood, will wantonly murder any creature which holds its life by the same tenure that he does." ~ "I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual development to leave off the eating of animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came into contact with the more civilized." - Henry David Thoreau
"You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
"My refusing to eat flesh occasioned an inconveniency, and I was frequently chided for my singularity, but, with this lighter repast, I made the greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension." - Ben Franklin
"The earth affords a lavish supply of riches, of innocent foods, and offers you banquets that involve no bloodshed or slaughter; only beasts satisfy their hunger with flesh, and not even all of those, because horses, cattle, and sheep live on grass. As long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap joy and love." - Pythagoras
"Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived. How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb? How could his nose endure the stench? How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds?" - Plutarch
"Vegetarian food leaves a deep impression on our nature. If the whole world adopts vegetarianism, it can change the destiny of humankind." ~ "If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals." - Albert Einstein
"If man wants freedom why keep birds and animals in cages? Truly man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds them. We live by the death of others. We are burial places! I have since an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men." - Leonardo da Vinci
"I am in favor of animal rights as well as human rights. That is the way of a whole human being." - Abraham Lincoln
"We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals." - Immanuel Kant
"There is something so very dreadful, so satanic in tormenting those who have never harmed us, and who cannot defend themselves, who are utterly in our power, who have weapons neither of offense nor defense, that none but very hardened persons can endure the thought of it" - Cardinal Newman
"We are all God's creatures; that we pray to God for mercy and justice while we continue to eat the flesh of animals that are slaughtered on our account is not consistent." - Isaac Bashevis Singer
"While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth?" - George Bernard Shaw
"Vegetarianism serves as the criterion by which we know that the pursuit of moral perfection on the part of humanity is genuine and sincere." - Leo Tolstoy
"It is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stumble, or is offended, or made weak." - Romans 14:21
"To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana." - Buddha |
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[Mar. 7th, 2006|07:31 am] |
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Yesterday we applied for our new apartment. City living has its pros and cons, but living in the city while working in the county is a definite con for someone who can't stand to use a vehicle powered by fossil fuels. An average week consisted of nearly 300 miles of driving, which at my car's measily ~20mph equates to a fresh tank every week. And what with my car acting up all the time (coolant leaks most notably), I wouldn't want to end up relying on a several-hour bus transfer system through unpleasant areas of the city just to get to work. Moving seemed like the only realistic scenario.
My primary goal was simply to lower our cost of living. I don't want or need an extravagent cost of living, because I don't want to have to work extravagant hours to afford it all. I've seen others in this terrible cycle, so I stay out of it. And it's not as if we're suffering by anyone's standards. High speed internet, a Netflix account, all electricity costs increased by offsetting with wind power, a shopping list consisting of all (or almost all) organic food, and the ability to take trips to the Saint Francios Mountains and the like on a whim. I'd rather DO more than HAVE more, and I question the logic of anyone who feels otherwise. Experiences outweigh posessions a million fold.
Thus the move. With weekly gasoline expenses cut down to one fourth of my current usage and the possibility of biking or taking a bus from the new apartment, there is more financial freedom to enjoy the thngs in life that both of us value. Most importantly, more money will be able to go straight to savings. Currently I'm saving exactly 20% of my income. I hope to double that figure eventually. All of this goes towards land purchase and green building in the future. So far as I'm concerned, the money does not even exist until we are ready to buy. I have put it so far out of my mind that it's as if I never earned it.
But surprisingly we were able to find something more suitable to our mindsets while looking to lower our cost of living. The apartment we signed for and will take posession of on the 27th is wonderful. It has a private entrance with a porch/deck perfect for covering with plants, the bedroom and livingroom windows overlook a lake, there is a free-standing wood burning fireplace in the living room (which you take a step down to get into, making it seem more cozy like a den), a dining room smaller than our current one which will better suite our dinette table, and woods behind the building. Around the lake there is a trail which directly connects to one of my favorite local parks.
When we looked at the apartment it was pleasantly quiet. Cars periodically pulled in and out of the lots, but otherwise only the breeze interrupted the silence. I imagine the air quality is noticeably different there, too. There are a few too many smokestacks within walking distance to our current apartment. Not to mention a train transporting nuclear waste passes by routinely only a number of blocks away.
Living in the city was nice for the time. I learned quite a bit about Saint Louisans that I otherwise may have overlooked. The ever-present anarchy for one. In my neighborhood alone, several anarchy symbols can be found, on bridges, street signs, painted on cardboard and hoisted onto streetlights (all within blocks of me.) Beyond symbols, there are several scattered intentional communities with their own gardens in this part of the city. One of them (or so I've read) houses some of the workers of the Black Bear Bakery, "The Anarchist Bakery," a vegan-friendly co-op downtown.
I hate to feel that by leaving, I am neglecting a city that needs help. Ellen and I went out and collected trash within a 2-block radius and ended up disposing of something like 10 bags worth. A middle-aged woman saw us and asked if we were doing it with some type of organization or project, and we responded "no, we just live here." But that doesn't seem to be enough of a reason for most people to pick up their refuse.
What did we find? It was so predictable. Almost all of the trash we collected was cigarette packs, fast food bags, cups, and wrappers, lottery cards, beer bottles and junk food wrappers. All waste created by products and industries that we abstain from entirely. All products of a nation which caters to unhealthy addictions and habits that are literally destroying people. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. It was just one of the many lessons I learned by living in the city.
The county isn't perfect. It's just wealthier and more crafty in hiding its ugliness. One of the most appaling factors of any semi-wealthy neighborhood is the amount of electricity, natural gas, and water they waste, and the insane amount of garbage they produce. Not to mention the increased chance of lawn chemicals being used (after all, the poorer city folk aren't going to bother with that, even if by some chance they actually DO have a patch of grass to call a lawn.) As a delivery person, I can say I have been inside the belly of the beast. And it is more frightening than you might imagine. The American dream comes off a bit more like a nightmare to me... ever since I woke up into the mindset of taking responsibility for my own actions and crafted a higher set of standards for my life.
Even amidst the traffic, pollution, crime, and overall nonsense of living close to the heart of one of the most statistically uninhabitable cities in America, I managed to find peace. I've always told myself that if I cant find happiness within myself in Saint Louis, then I could never truly be happy anywhere. And I can finally say I've passed that test. Living maybe 50 paces from the Missouri Botanical Garden helps, I have to admit. But most of it comes from within. Not only within myself, but within the love Ellen and I share.
And now that I know I've found it here, the idea of picking up and going somewhere else on a whim is far less intimidating. |
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| Center For Consumer Deception... |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|12:25 pm] |
I suppose that in the media it's hard to quote sources who aren't biased in some way or another. Everything is biased. Quoting Greenpeace or PETA is likely to stir up arguments of biased reporting, as well as quoting industry-backed reports. The unfortunate difference is that industry-funded and affiliated research is conducted by so called "consumer advocates" and "think-tanks" whos opinion is often taken far too seriously by major media outlets because of the lack of research into who funds who.
At this point a rather well known orginization, Center for Consumer Freedom has been directing people via heavy-traffic billboards (including Times Square) and major magazine advertisements to "petakillsanimals.com", a website that accuses PETA of violating animal welfare regulations by euthanizing more animals than other organizations in the area. A commercial by the group was even aired right before the State of the Union Address by president Bush, on the Fox News channel (big surprise.) What they fail to explain is how euthanization equates to animal abuse, and most of their accusations are directed at two employees of PETA who were FIRED after PETA learned of the fact that they were disposing of euthanized animals in dumpsters. Sadly, most people are only going to pay attention to the catch phrase, PETA KILLS ANIMALS, and leave it at that. Of those who do peruse the website to a greater extent, very few will be curious enough to find out that the Center for Consumer Freedom is funded by corporations such as Phillip-Morris. They are used by tobacco, fast food, meat industries, etcetera, to publish biased reports on anyone and everyone who dares suggest that any of the aforementioned products should be avoided. They claim they do it to protect the rights and freedoms of consumers, rather than protect the interests of the corporations that sign their checks.
In another recent example, BBC News featured an article in the science/nature secion (which is only referred to as a 'viewpoint' at one point in the entire website) by Martin Livermore which suggested that we should forget about environmental conservation and focus on human needs. It also claimed that environmentalism was nothing more than a 'new religion.' In the comments section a reader had posted a little tidbit about Livermore which BBC should have better clarified themselves: "Livermore runs Ascham Associates, a PR firm specialising in environmental criticism of industry. He is a fellow of the International Policy Network, a think tank with funding and personnel connections to the oil industry. He is a member of the Scientific Alliance, an industry-funded group that seeks to prevent legislation based on climate change models."
More and more I'm finding these types of viewpoints expressed as if they were unbiased fact in the media. Surely, as what you might call an environmentally conscious vegan animal rights advocate, I'm in for a hellish spree of arguments against my beliefs thanks to the never-failing dependence and faith people have on billboards and commercials. |
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| From Yours Truly... |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|01:26 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | art, fractal | ] |
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| [ | inspiration |
| | Thought Riot + Earth Crisis | ] |
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| A death-grip on this vision... |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|08:58 pm] |
The Distance to Here
Live
The way you're bathed in light reminds me of that night God laid me down into your rose garden of trust. And I was swept away, with nothing left to say. Some helpless fool, I was lost in a swoon of peace. You're all I need to find, so when the time is right, come to me sweetly. Come to me. Love will lead us, she will lead us. Can you hear the dolphins cry? See the road rise up to meet us. It's in the way we breathe tonight. Love will lead us, she will lead us. We meet again. It's like we never left. Time in between was just a dream. Did we leave this place? This crazy fog surrounds me. You wrap your legs around me. All I can do to try and breathe... let me breathe. So, that I... so we can go together. Life is like a shooting star. It don't matter who you are... if you only run for cover, it's just a waste of time. And we are lost and we are found, this phoenix rises up from the ground, and all these wars are over. ~ Let him come into the city, let him find his lucky penny, let him put it in his pocket and shake it all around. I've been to pretty buildings all in search of you. I have lit all the candles, sat in all the pews. The desert had been done before, but I didn't even care. I got sand in both my shoes and scorpions in my hair. I saw that the distance is not doable in these bodies of clay, my brother. The distance makes me uncomfortable. I guess it's natural to feel this way. Let's hold out for something sweeter... spread your wings and fly. My car became the church, and I the worshipper of silence there. In a moment peace came over me, and the One who was beating my heart appeared. Oh, the distance is not doable in these bodies of clay my brother. Oh, the distance makes me uncomfortable. I guess it's natural to feel this way. Are we locked into these bodies? Let's hold out for something sweeter. Spread your wings and fly! ~ I'm gathering up my friends today, and those who recognize the face. As the vision that changed my mind from hate to faith was as simple as grapes to wine (and sweet as.) I'm gathering' up my friends today, all these hookers and soldiers and swine, and would-be saints. All alone in their rooms that sparkle in their eye. Play a song that they'll come outside to see if love will overcome. If this love will make us me. Love will draw us in, to wipe our tears away. The day that I was so sweetly sung by the wind and the thunder moved by Someone. The feeling of being loved was so strong. The giver became the gift, all one. The day that I was so sweetly sung, the wind seemed to whisper softly, "Oh son, don't wait for the seas to part or messiahs to come. Don't sit around and waste this chance, to see it!" Love will overcome. Love, this day now, this day that I was so sweetly sung. I know, I know that love will overcome. This love will make us men. Love will draw us in to take our fear away, wipe our tears away, love! And all my friends are here in the city I sing my song, in the face of the hooker, the soldier, the swine. I found it, I found it, I found love! ~ Oh desert, speak to my heart. Oh woman of the earth. Maker of children who weep for love, maker of this birth. Til your deepest secrets are known to me, I will not be moved. Don't try to find the answer when there ain't no question here. Brother let your heart be wounded and give no mercy to your fear. Adam and Eve live down the street from me. Babylon is every town. It's as crazy as it's ever been, love's a stranger all around. In a moment we lost our minds here and lay our spirit down. Today we lived a thousand years.... all we have is now! Run to the water, and find me there. Burnt to the core but not broken. We'll cut through the madness of these streets below the moon. And I will never leave you, til we can say this world was just a dream, we were sleeping, now we are awake. Til we can say, in a moment we lost our minds here and dreamt the world was round. In a million mile fall from grace, thank God we missed the ground! Run to the water and find me there, burnt to the core but not broken. We'll cut through the madness of these streets below the moon with a nuclear fire of love in our hearts. I can see it now, lord. Out beyond all the breaking of waves, and the tribulations. It's a place and the home of ascended souls, who swam out there in love! Run to the water, and find me there. Burnt to the core but not broken. We'll cut through the madness of these streets below the moon with a nuclear fire of love in our hearts. Rest easy baby, rest easy... and recognize it all as light and rainbows smashed to smithereens.... and be happy. ~ Let the world be the world. Let the dream unfurl. Let it run its own game, let it dance with itself. I didn't put it here. Gonna let it ride. Gotta master, crazy on the other side. Waking me up. I ain't got no brains. I can't trust my eyes. What good's a beautiful day if you can't see the light? I can't find my fate, well then I must be blind with the force and fire of love that's taking over my mind... waking me up... obliging me to the sun. Sun, sun, merciful one. Sun, sun, won't you lay down your light on us? Let the world be the world, let the girl be the girl. Let her beauty move you, let her dance be your guide. Let your hunger grow, but don't eat the fruit "too low." Keep climbing for the kisses on the other side. All that we need is to come into the sun. We've been out in the dark for so long. ~ "Light up a cigarette," she said, "and calm the fuck down. You got a serious side to you that could give the whole world a frown. Now nothing really matters to me, you see. Check out these holes in my gown, let your eyes lose their focus a little. Let your guard come down." I was thirsty for everything, but water wasn't my style. Guess we might have to teach me something. Guess we might have to show me how. "Now put out that cigarette," she said, "Something ain't right in here. It's tied to the both of us, I ain't sure now, it isn't clear. We could have been born helpless children begging for our next meal. I could be a voodoo lady, just a classy hooker playing the field, classy holy hooker." I've made up my mind. I came to see your sign. Disappear this morning, but come back tonight. "Light up a cigarette," she said, "and calm the fuck down. Relax and let your ears hear this beautiful song that's hiding underneath the sound..." I made up my mind. I came to see you fly. Disappear this morning, but come back tonight. Voodoo lady. I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style. Voodoo lady. Did I dream you up, or are you for real? Are you for real? ~ Yeah I found god, and he was absolutely nothing like me. He showed me up like some dime-store hooker who was plain to see. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went back to the sea. Cause that's where fishes go when fishes get the sense to flee. Where you going now? What's your plan? Yeah I found god, and he was absolutely just like me. He opened my mouth, looked down my throat, told me I was thirsty. He said I been in this water all my life, never took the time to breathe. Breathe, BREATHE! Whatcha doin in this darkness baby? When you know that love will set you free... will you stay in the sea forever? Drowning there for all eternity. Whatcha doin in this darkness baby? Living down where the sun don't shine. Come on out into the light of love. Don't spend another day living in the sea. ~ You got it bad, you got it good. You saw the sun like you knew that you would. We gotta make this better, gotta make this right. Ain't no peace in the valley baby, 'til the darkness turns to light. Can you hear that children's song? Can you take me to that place? High above the lamentation up on the desert plane. Do you hear that children's song? Can you take me there? Lost in the Maya. Overboard in the sea. There was void and then that water broke, then something called me. Now a trip to the desert to look at the sky. It's like neverending mirrors playing tricks on my eyes. Can you hear that children's song? Can you take me to that place? High above the lamentation up on the desert plane. Do you hear that children's song? Can you take me there? The face and ghost my guide, I must move on. It's the face of one ravaged by love, it's both dead and alive. You got it bad, lover. No, you got it good. You saw the sun like you knew that you would. In spite of my confusion, up above all my pain. I've got a death-grip on this vision. Here we go again. Can you hear them singing? ~ Always fighting the storm, afraid to suffer the wound. All praise to that Conscious One who always suffers the wound, child. Suffers the wound! Never turns from love. Always try to explain, afraid to lay naked in the sun. He's crazy, she dances in the light. The crowd jeers, they won't put up a fight. Suffers the wound! Never turns from love. Give it up until my heart is free to roam. She won't never leave me alone. Saved by the river now. Always fighting the storm, building shelter to house our lack of love. We're only here for a while, tear it down and suffer the wound. Always suffers the wound, never turns from love. Never turns to hate. An invisible Mississippi, Ganges or a Nile, I can feel the quiet river rage, forcing my lips into a smile. Don't believe that the world is empty, it's just too noisy to hear the sound. I can feel the quiet river rage, and I'm falling down. Saved by the river now. ~ Like Himalayan cold winter, these jaws of kaliyuga. Yeah it's a crazy kind of cold, a lifeless slumber in a stranglehold. Yeah Tibet, she can't even touch this. I'd rather freeze in her forests. We're in a spiritual winter, and I long for the one who is..... Fire! amongst the dreamers. You are in my heart. Like the sun on the ice caps, my only friend in the prison, the long lost meaning to the story. The divine and ancient wisdom, how could it be that you've graced my night? Like a pardon from the governor, like a transplant from the donor, like a gift from the one who is... Fire! amongst the dreamers. You are in my heart. Fire! amongst the dreamers... you are in my heart. In a place where everything dies, it's you I follow. See by the fire of my darling. Fire! ... amongst the dreamers. You are, you are in my heart. Like a pardon from the governor, like a transplant from the donor, like a kiss, like a kiss... from my darling. ~ Naked lovers feel the blood beneath their veins. Electric nerves communicate with tiny explosions through our brains. Who is this energy that never left or came? Give rise to passion, the only glory of this human story. I give my heart and soul to the One. We spend all of our lives going out of our minds. Looking back to our birth, forward to our demise. Even scientists say, everything is just light. Not created, destroyed, but eternally bright. Masters in every time, lord in every place. Those who stood up for love down in spite of the hate. Who put the flower in the barrel of that gun? Who lit the candle that started the fire, burnt down the fortress, the throne? Who could house all the refugees in a single shack or a lowly bungalow? Who lives in a different dimension, free from the struggles we know? I give my heart and soul to the One. They live in the light. We made it to the moon, but we can't make it home. Waiting on a rescue that never comes. Made it to the moon, but we can't make it home. Maybe home is where the heart is given up to the One. They stood up for love. ~ I was wrong. We are not these bodies alone. In a dream with a mind of its own... I, I know you long to be tethered and tied to the heart of the One. The one that be laying you down on that ancient ground. Nothing more to be found. Now we walk in the dream, but dream no more... to live a life in love the only thing in common was we knew there was something more. Now we walk in the dream, but dream no more. To live a life in love, to hear the voice in the wilderness, the other side of the door. Something more. I feel strong. I'm finally at peace, the war is all gone by no cause of my own. Like an eagle cuts through the air, no time for fear, faith in his wings takes me there. Something more! More than these women in the streets pulling out their hair. Something more than all the pain we feel. Somethin more, more than we could dream of, all light, love-bliss, no death and no fear. No fear!!! ... I was wrong. ~ Sitting on the beach, the island king of love. Deep in Fijian seas, deep in some blissful dream. Where the goddess finally sleeps in the lap of her lover. Subdued in all her rage, and I am aglow with the taste of the demons driven out, and happily replaced with the presence of real love. The only one who saves. I wanna dance with you. I see a world where people live and die with grace, the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace. I wanna dance with you. I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds... and lead us back to a world we would not face. The stillness in your eyes convinces me that I... I don't know a thing. And I been around the world and I've tasted all the wines a half a billion times. Came sick into your shores. You showed me what this life is for. I wanna dance with you. I see a world where people live and die with grace, the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace, I wanna dance with you. I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds and lead us back to a world we would not face. In this altered state, full of so much pain and rage... you know we got to find a way... to let it go. Sitting on the beach, the island king of love. Deep in Fijian seas, deep in the heart of it all. Where the goddess finally sleeps, after eons of war and lifetimes she's smiling and free, nothing left but a cracking voice and a song, oh lord. I wanna dance with you. I see a world where people live and die with grace, the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace. I wanna dance with you. I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds... and lead us back to a world we would not face...... we would not face. |
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| The milk of the stars... |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|08:55 pm] |
Jaz Coleman
Deserts are paradise, awake to genocide. Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found. Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete. From apes or sons of god, let every act be sacred. Patterns I'm finding as pain and joy and sorrow mingle. Patterns we're finding, our faces raised in adorations. ~ All across the scenes the statues crumble. We cherished the seconds, counted the days. And people move with lines across their faces, embracing each other with a smile. We'll remember distant times and places. We'll remember summer sun that yields. Shed our bodies heart and soul for love's sake. Civilizations wax and wane. Innocence will fade away like Autumn. Likewise the dream of youth, the task. And we shall be at peace upon our parting with the thoughts of loved ones in our hearts. So let the sunrise light up the distant shores, and we'll remember last days of Rome again. For sanity's sake. ~ All these changes we shall witness, I will try to understand. Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries. No divine intervention, only moves on black and white. Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these. Open our eyes and tears run down. I open my eyes and tears run down. I look through your mind and tears run down. And under the skies the tears run down. ~ The days I wonder, the nights I ponder, and time is running out. I saw restrictions of mortal lifespan, and hurled the lance beyond. The stone that's bleeding, the rock that's breathing, the war that's in our blood. Rapid formations, and celebrations, my Universe shall march. Through love of a labour, one law to follow, until the day is done. We take our places amongst the mortals, but soon the day is done. ~ Around, around, young men and women move through sun and steel our lives transforming to forge a link flow backwards to our source and forfeit self amongst the masses. They fight and play in timeless rivalry. The people clamour for a loser. With joy and sorrow mixed we realize that peace shall come by sacrifice. As proud as heroes walking hand in hand, the common destiny we're sharing. And all affected without prejudice shall forfeit self amongst the masses. Why do we love them? Love of the masses. ~ Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore. Time is healing everything, time is standing still. A voice, that is singing in my head with the breeze, the waves, the sea. As we start to move as one. Down from the hills, into the forest. Walking on sand, into the water. I've been dreaming under a southern sky. Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green. Water from the purest spring - man is finding wealth. Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm. Invocations rising from servants of the Star. And walk with the breeze, the waves, the earth as we move in unison. All the seeds blowing further to the south. Continuity when all's said and done. ~ Around the strangers moved, the shouts I felt within. New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was). Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised. And how the men pursue their worrk. They act convinced of freedom. Crossed over by the bridge, the brook was running ill. We recognised the place - places we knew as children. We wept upon the sight, and progress tore our hearts. Fences divide the land, homes boxed like rabbit hutches. Goodbye to the village. Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one. Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred. No harvest moon shall rise, no valley homestead seen. And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever. And in the morning promise me great times will come again. And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away. Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again. And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away. Goodbye to the village. I'll never, never see my home. You'll never, never see your home. ~ I'm not a slogan or a badge, or a cross in the ballot box. Neither values or objectives. You do not represent my deepest thoughts and wishes. Education in obsolete skills. Stereotyping and media projection. Industrial psychologists plan a campaign that is financed by big business. You have a choice, we are your voice. Red, blue or yellow. We will blow away the green. Another five lane motorway (you'll never get a referendum anyway.) ~ Don't monitor this guinea pig for research any more. I will try again. Pharmaceutical conglomerates just count me as a unit for their product. Identify the enemy, remove the source of fear. Start to change my life. It's a false state of elation, you can join the prozac nation if you want to. Get me out. Keep me up. Level me out. I was one of the prozac people. ~ Equinox sun. Summers of fun. No mortgage repayments to weigh my mind. And if it all fell through tomorrow, put my pack on my back and it's home where the lunatics roam. Faith, faith moved a mountain where the rivers are so clean and the consciousness so green, and the luminous folk shine like lanterns of hope. Ribbons of wishes, tied to the trees. Hives full of honey, yield to the seed. Fire, fire light the lantern. When we drink from the streams, and we grow our own greens, and the fences have all been torn down. ~ Denominations of a thousand different deities. Congregations, endless carnivals of gaiety. Why should I fear? Why should I cling on to anything? It's not how long long I live but how beautiful it is. And I saw crying. There was turmoil in the marketplace. I saw economies perpetuate the next arms race. And I felt helpless and there was nothing I could say. And then I noticed there's a change that's coming over me. Tapping into the aeon. Balance of the eco-system, self-reliance beckons us. Windmills and waterfalls, strawberries and lily ponds. When skyscrapers no longer block the sun's meridian. When we wake up to the whisper of the voice. Tapping into the aeon. ~ Gold rimmed glasses hypnotise. Acts of love are analysed. Rites of passage rationalised. Reason then gives birth to lies. Don't pull me down! A dog doesn't question why he barks. Kiss my intellect goodbye. The mind creates monstrosities. Paradise makes the opposite. Constitution of my heart. A clear conscience all I need. Don't pull me down! A dog doesn't question why he barks. Kiss my intellect goodbye. To feel and cry, to move and run. To laugh at hate and overcome. To laugh at fate and go as one. I am happy in this state. Don't pull me down! A dog doesn't question why he barks. Kiss my intellect goodbye. ~ She walks up by the path, into a mountain side. Sedona red the landscape. An offering for her life. She starts to rub her red clay across her fair white skin. She starts to dance and play, she plays a drum and sings. She builds a medicine wheel. He studied physics there, an undergraduate. But in the coffee shop he talks of gaia's love. He speaks out how he feels, he turns the medicine wheel. He wields a band of fire to fill his heart's desire. And how the wolves they bay. He hears a brand new day. with reverence he plays his song. Stone by stone he carries on, following some high ideal. He turns the medicine wheel. ~ Rosette and campaign trails. False gestures. Too much make-up. Elected to serve the public. How did you make your fortune? I love your cheesey smile, please will you kiss my baby? More cars and endless car parks. Planning permission granted. Another bloody election. Cover-ups, official statements, digest my gospel headlines. Marilyn committed suicide. Some nut blew JFK away. Mr. Murdoch cares for orphans, McDonalds goes eco-friendly. I'm cynical of you. There's millions like me too. ~ The best things I found in life were my birthright. Green fields mean more to me than a brand new car. Will you swap your hi-fi for a clear blue sky? Will you cash in all your shares for Gods clean air? Is your answer yes, or no, to these painful truths? Do you grovel to your master? Do you beg like a dog? First things first, repeat to yourself: Money is not our GOD! Mine! The best things in life are free. Mine! I own the beach and the blazing sunset. Mine! I own the waves and the fresh air. Mine! I drink the milk of the stars in this beautiful moment. Say to yourself: ALL THESE THINGS ARE MINE! ~ Ten percent of the land is the hand that pulls the strings. Be the privileged few to have to own to hold. Power over the people. Money property assets before lives. Green gestures of a dying planet. An endless debate only too late. An appetite for glutony. The only way is up, but when you are up you have to try and stay there. So you stamp and cheat on people. Champagne breakfasts, rewards for the killing. And a fast waist bulging, indulging in what you call good living. But most of all there is too much fat on your heart - pig. A lifestyle of cholesterol. Cross collateralized cholesterol. Saving what's left from profit margin, for what? I'll tell you what for: For some irrelevant conscience easing charity - Why? Just to justify! Just to justify! Look at this utopia. A society based on solid foundations. Educate our children - educate them well. To feather the nest and fuck the rest. The waste expands as your waist expands. While others stand at the back of the queue. I mean you! Still the same old security for your creature comforts. Exchanging the hours of your life for the cash you've already spent. Eating rubbish so you can pay the rent. Table wine once a week if you're lucky. In comparison. Privatise the people's lives. Be part of the company or fade! The appliance of science to privatise their lives. Water is our business. Electricity is our business. Gas is our business. Lives are our business. Business is our business! Your money - my time. Your stinking industrial bathwater - my wine. Imbalance induces hate. How will you fill the gap between the endless buffet and the scraps of food I have? I feel hate. I feel hate! (Don't be afraid to show your hate, hate!) You just treat me like a commodity. You didn't know I couldn't even afford to feed my family. I just want to kill! I just want to take a gun and put it to your head and pull the trigger! ~ I looked across the North Sea, and the sea looked so dead. I wondered what this place would look like in the next twenty years. But where I'm living all the shop shelves are full. Goods to help me shut out scenes of this dying world. And every time I tried to hide the churning of my guts inside. Everybody failed to heed the warning. Mother, mother I just stand by. They push the needle deep inside. Pump poison in your veins. Holidays were different. All the things I learnt. All the boys were sunning while the skin cancer burnt. Just for one split second I saw the great work of man as he turned the forests into deserts of sand. ~ By day we're dormant because it's too hot outside now. Nocturnal notions as we leave or cocoons. Antennae tuned to human vibrations. Shading the cities of the world to come. I listen to the sound, the endless construction inside the termite mound. I walked past the nursery. All the children have gone now. The rules we taught them are what they've become. Move past the people, they make me feel so indifferent. Serving their purpose. It's their purpose to serve. A thousand lights from this honeycombed labyrinth. These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire, bars and bazaars of self-gratification. Live to consume. Live for momentary pleasures. I listen to the sound, the endless construction inside the termite mound. ~ Solitude, solitude. We come into this world alone and to this place we return again. Far away in a quiet place. Try to think of an open space. I watch my life flash before me. Remembered friends that I love so dearly. And while a veil obscures my vision, I surrender to the will of God. I found peace, yes I found at last. All I see has been meant to be. Down, down in the forest clearing, with a breeze blowing through the branches. And I breathe in and out so very slowly. It sends a shiver right down my spine. In the quiet I can come to terms with all I've done and who I am. I turn and face the sun, then all my troubles fall behind me like a shadow, in solitude. Solitude. ~ Time means nothing to me anymore. Twenty years ago and yesterday, all the same to me. I shut my eyes a second ago and I was only eight years old. Lying on my back in the sun, listening to the sound of children playing. And I remember all my thoughts, thinking how beautiful life was. So wonderful to be young. Remembering how to be young. One by one, all my friends died. And my body decayed. Time means nothing to me anymore. I close my eyes, I was learning a lesson somewhere else. ~ Understanding the meaning of struggle. Giving your whole life to a single passion which others may or may not consider obsolete. Like a rare flower seen by a few before it withers and dies. Seeing it all, all the way through the very end regardless. A full stop followed by an exclamation mark written in your flesh and blood. Getting knocked down every time, you get up - until you love getting up. I know what you've been going through. I've been there too. God knows I've been pushing hard, pushing so damn hard - I've forgotten what the hell I'm even pushing for. Recognize it when it happens to you. Learn to recognize it and know what to do. Stop clinging on, let go, own nothing. Do it out of love. Words cannot substitute losing everything. Losing your home, losing your money, your dignity. Losing your mind - your beliefs, ideals. Then and only then, when everything is gone, you no longer care, your soul standing naked and bare, stripped down to the truth. Then you'll find everything on heaven and earth. The struggle is long, the struggle is hard, the struggle is beautiful. ~ I can survive the rat race honey. Time is money and money is honey, honey. My megabucks your symmetrical beauty. Together we can serve the nation. The quality of life filled us all with pride. America. And as I watched I just cried and cried. How I love America. I will buy you rich perfumes. And we will eat the finest foods. A mansion in New England. A silver dollar for every child. Where everybody has got their price. They'll sustain our way of life. You and I will fly to Rio. I'll make you feel like a millionaire. West is best and might is right. And with our allies - fight the good fight. A first class, five star enterprise. Now everybody's got to compromise. My moral code's on overload. Liberty still takes its toll. Take a look at the losers wasting in the bars, where they cut their losses! There were fireworks in the Gulf. There was champagne at home - How I love America. But showbiz and Hollywood still shouted out. America. ~ The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land. At dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down. And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head. In the light of every dream, we're all coming home. Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land. Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer. But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning. New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand. And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? ~ In bleak and empty places we can watch from a greater distance. The credulous delighting in every nation. Don't lose your sense of humour, entertain the wildest thoughts. We can walk for miles and miles without seeing anybody. Some country rare and blessed away from this confusion. No message for the masses only you and me. The long winter is coming and instinct is telling me to fly towards the south. I want to be in a place of beginnings, not endings! Forget all your belongings - leave the city, come unto the ends of the earth with me. All our friends and relatives fell for neatly packaged policies. And we shuddered at the headline, newsflash of the tensions in the Middle East. You know as well as I do detente can't last forever. Or overpopulation. Me? I'd rather watch. Peace of mind is my priority. Forget all your belongings - leave the city, come unto the ends of the earth with me. ~ I hear the calling carry across the landscape. I hear it echo from every city to every village upon the earth. From every rooftop to every mountain. Calling the faithful to find themselves. A fire burning like precious water, the fire that drives me on and on. Through hell I shall reach heaven. I shall not resist the changes before me. View the madness with perspective. The clock is ticking but time means nothing. So I ascend to the blinding light, then plummet to the thickest darkness. And I always tell myself how splendid is the adventure! I can no longer see good or evil But worship polarity. So do not trust the beggars that expose their poverty of spirit, bleating "I will follow." I heed the calling. Follow yourselves as leaders. Arise, arise, stand upright and take pride in who and what you are. Great changes are coming and you will be asked to identify yourself. So run like a lion with inexhaustible strength from world to world. Let your work shine unto the ends of time yeah unto the ends of time. ~ I was a tourist in the Andes on my way to Tiahuanaco, where the balance of a weeping god faced east to the rising sun. But I looked out the window and all I could see was the face of a girl, she was looking at me. She was begging for food, then I knew I had found the weeping god in the face of a child. As she gestures with her fingers, her little brother followed suit. And all I did was take my camera so the image never fades away. I no longer saw the great gate of the sun nor the dawn of time when our race had begun. Just black eyes like starving dogs looking at me. A weeping god was all I'd ever see. And as I sat in contemplation beyond all charity losing the magic and meaning of living. The earth and the stars these things are mine. And when they've drained the earth of all resources. We'll face the music still. For you and I shall be striking memories in the thoughts of our children's children. I had arrived at my destination at the gate of the rising sun. We shall again regain in sunset that balance that we left undone. I stared at the shacks and the shanty town mess. I couldn't help but to think of the West. The balance was lost and my reason went wild. As the weeping god came alive in the child. I began to weep. And I remember the violation. Determination came. ~ I have walked black lava fields of the northern hemisphere. I have travelled the Andes range, across Pacific isles. There is no escape in the waking world from that which is approaching us fast. Salvation is drawn from our childhood dreams. In lands of beauty untainted by cynicism. He invokes entities vast and mindless! We shall taste unimaginable joys a thousand times greater than these! And when the stars assume their rightful place, man liberates a mindless race. Morals and laws shall be thrown aside - tap the millenial flame with pride. Gaze with wonder, embrace your fate. - A madman looks outside the gate! ~ She talks of supernatural aeons that we'll make. She says "look behind the wave of changes, feel the future taking shape. I can see tomorrow. I can see the world to come. I can see tomorrow. Hear the pandemonium. I ask her of her next of kin and loved ones in her care. She gestures all around her then she whispers "Everywhere. There is no nuclear family required any more. My parents are the village and the village is the law." She said "Unlearn, you must forget the values that you hold. Life is not longevity and beauty is the only goal." Cymbals that crash and pipes of pan awaken from your trance. There is no retribution here see how the heathen dance. ~ I was born to see two thousand years of man's effect upon the planet. Extinction seems to be a plausible risk. Whatever happens well I'm part of all this. Taste the salt of my tears. Take the wealth of my years. Singing in the millennium with you. Resolutions for show. Old ways don't seem to know. Singing in the millennium with you. Fire burn all our uncertainties. Water wash away impurities. Contradictions and predictions abound. Yes I believe that we can turn it around. All my life I've been waiting for this moment to come. ~ Running through this maze - cry at what I see. A civilisation with values alien to me. All the role models, lost souls, false gods that I am shown. Ordeals that I pass through for purposes unknown. In the cul-de-sac turn back on my trade from the cul-de-sac. In a transient phase, at the end of an age. Running through this maze. Some born again idiot tracks me down and I couldn't escape. Trying to notch up points for his entrance fee to new jerusalem. "Do you love the lord your god with all your dogma?" He said "You'll get it all back in the next life." Mystery schools for the fools, great seats of learning. Business, lawsuits, market forces - no philosophy courses. A bachelors degree in loopholes and a masters in self-interest. Studies for automatons and syllabus two. A city and guilds in extortion and a ph.d. in fuck you. ~ I feel this wave that is carrying me and I'm unable to stop. I stand outside of my body, but it continues to walk. Love me and touch me. Your body my feast. Torn between two sides of my nature, half god and half beast. This hunger in my flesh my instinct says it knows what's best. And when the animal takes hold feel forces outside my control. And then my mind starts to work out what's going on while the knot in my stomach is telling me something's wrong. Yes it's all the pain that I'm feeling, and the guilt that I hide. Yes it's all the hurt that I caused you and all the tears that I've cried. This hunger in my flesh my instinct says it knows what's best. This craving comes and all I want is more - just a little bit more. To be shameless is blameless if we be what we are. If freedom is what I suspect, then tomorrow will jar against your conditioning. ~ Turbulence is certainty turbulence is friction between you and me. Suffering and pain crystallised in a brain that recreates the process again. Draws borders, cites laws monopolies of food and trade start wars. Every time we try to impose order we create chaos we create chaos - breakdown. I have my doubts. A state of eternal conflict is all I have found. We build a wall that is made of tears watch the house fall down. And at the end of my life, yes at the end of my life, all shall be well, all is as it was always meant to be. Blessed are the meek it is written they shall inherit the earth. Watch her dying of cancer after a lifetime of caring for the poor. Child with her arms blown off screams as she bleeds upon the rocks. Sickened by my self-flagellation but I don't know how to stop. Where is your love, my loving god? Globalism and the UN neutralised by ethnic cleansing. Animal aggression and a mind to perceive this terminal conflict. Awareness is a curse - the more you open your eyes the more you despise. Fashioned in the creator's yolk. It must be some sort of practical joke. And in the corn, circles of chaos. ~ Take a walk to the new town, take a look around. Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound. They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside. Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried. And the bodies go by barely half awake. Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come. It's such a nice environment I'm in. I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake. All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear. I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap. The second hand really moves quite fast - I'd never thought of that. And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside. It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried. ~ Bright clothes and smiles and we'll talk sunshine. Although the light bulb's dim. And my beach ball is getting dusty. And the fun wears thin - thin. It's much the same everywhere, diversions right and we're ready to dance. Complacency seemed to kill the cat. Curiosity led me on. On what foundation is your pedestal built. The great architect to a tower block. And Uncle Sam says it's not long now. And we can play our way. My Marvel comic says a hawkheaded man led to a brighter day. It's much the same everywhere. We're getting ready and we're ready to dance. Happy, so happy, I just accept the way things are. I'll stick to songs - that's real. So happy. La la la la. ~ Sea of hurt, I feel the waves of pain. And now the tide's come in again. And caught in a viscious cycle of despair, give me the courage to face another day. Oh, sing a song of joy! Sweet childhood, never desert me. Time for celebration! Overcome with a sense of relation. I'll never let you get to me. Survival is my victory. I sighed in silence, I was mourning. I said sorry a thousand times. I cried aloud to god for all my failings, but god seemed deaf as well as blind. Oh, sing a song of joy! Sweet childhood, never desert me. Time for celebration! Overcome with a sense of relation. I'll never let you get to me. Survival is my victory. We drank and smoked and talked until the dawn. We shared our problems and our food. Telling tales of courage and resolution through all of the hardships we've endured. Oh, sing a song of joy! Sweet childhood, never desert me. Time for celebration! Overcome with a sense of relation. I'll never let you get to me! Survival is my victory. |
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| Evasion |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|10:16 am] |
As part of my new "do-something-mildly-productive" campaign, I bring you, hand transcribed, the wonderful book EVASION by Anonymous, published by Crimethinc Press. Or some of it, anyway. Stay tuned. Edited 6 times.
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| Let the money remain unearn'd! |
[Feb. 16th, 2005|12:51 pm] |
My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He going with me must go well arm'd,
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.
Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe--I have tried it--my own feet have tried it well--be not detain'd!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.
[From Song of the Open Road
Leaves of Grass, Book VII
Walt Whitman] |
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| Stoicism |
[Feb. 12th, 2005|12:17 pm] |
"Begin the morning by saying to thyself, I shall meet with the busy-body, the ungrateful, arrogant, deceitful, envious, unsocial. All these things happen to them by reason of their ignorance of what is good and evil. But I who have seen the nature of the good that it is beautiful, and of the bad that it is ugly, and the nature of him who does wrong, that it is akin to me, not only of the same blood or seed, but that it participates in the same intelligence and the same portion of the divinity, I can neither be injured by any of them, for no one can fix on me what is ugly, nor can I be angry with my kinsman, nor hate him, For we are made for co-operation, like feet, like hands, like eyelids, like the rows of the upper and lower teeth. To act against one another then is contrary to nature; and it is acting against one another to be vexed and to turn away."
[Marcus Aurelius
The Meditations, Book II
Written 167 A.D.] |
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| Redefine to reconnect... |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|12:07 pm] |
Inability to accept the mystic experience is more than an intellectual handicap. Lack of awareness of the basic unity of organism and environment is a serious and dangerous hallucination. For in a civilization equipped with immense technological power, the sense of alienation between man and nature leads to the use of technology in a hostile spirit ~ to the "conquest" of nature instead of intelligent co-operation with nature.
[Alan Watts] |
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