Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I'll Know My Name As It's Called Again

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It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's hand

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Dreams

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Dreams

What are dreams?

Moments etched in time

Swept in strokes on twilight canvasses

Vast as the cosmos

Quiet lullabies echoing through the purple dawn

Dreams

Farthest reaches of imagination, fulfilled

Endlessly evolving in leaps and bounds

Hidden beauty in unexpected places

Sculptures of perfect imperfections

These are dreams

Sublime journeys beyond the extraordinary

Sad shadows of requiems long ago

Forms and formlessness

Textures that radiate cascading visions and colourful sounds

Dreams that shimmer between wishes and stars

Mystery

Majesty

Transcendent they soar

Through infinite possibilities


Tuesday, November 2, 2010

What is wrong with us?

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Why do we reward those who do not try?

Why do we make things easier for those who should be trying harder?

Why do we pretend to understand things we do not?

Why do we push thoughts and ideas onto other people?

Why do we not give others the chance to choose?

Why do we see the worst in others before the best?

Why do we waste our existence on the trivial?

Why do we attempt to define our existence?

Why do we claim importance?

Why do we explore space before we understand everything here?

Why do we ignore sorrow, sadness and suffering?

What is wrong with us?

Why doesn't anyone see that rewards won't help but do the opposite?

Why doesn't anyone see that we won't help anyone by not making anyone try harder?

Why doesn't anyone see that not knowing everything is better than knowing it all?

Why doesn't anyone see that anyone is intelligent enough to come up with their own ideas?

Why doesn't anyone see that being able to choose is the definition of freedom?

Why doesn't anyone see the best in people before the worst?

Why doesn't anyone see that we shouldn't waste away our existence?

Why doesn't anyone see that our existence is undefinable?

Why doesn't anyone see that we aren't as important as we would like to think?

Why doesn't anyone see that we need to understand where we come from before we can understand anything else?

Why doesn't anyone see the sorrow, sadness and suffering of others?

What is wrong with us?

The only way we can reward those who don't try is by giving them something to try at. Without that something they will never try and never amount to anything.

The only way we can help anyone is to make them work harder, so that they can learn from their mistakes, rise to the occasion, overcome their challenges, accomplish their goals, and realise their dreams.

The only way we can enjoy life is by living, and the main purpose of living is to learn. Not understand everything is a gift. "Ignorance is bliss" is a colloquialism for a reason. The joy in learning something new, in coming to understand something that was previously out of reach is something that should be valued, not feared. The day that humanity understands everything is the day that humanity shall die.

The only way we can allow anyone to grow is to provide them with the space to grow in. It isn't growing if all they do is repeat the mantra or gospels that they are provided with? By not allowing people to invent their own ideas and push the boundaries of their imagination we are restricting their growth, and in turn restricting the growth of humanity.

The only way we can be truly free is to be able to choose to be. How can we be presented with such a choice if our ability to choose anything is restricted or removed entirely? Humanity requires choice to grow. Without choice, we are just slaves to our instincts.

The only way we can see the best in anyone is to first see the worst in ourselves. We are incapable of seeing the best in others because we are afraid that someone may be better at something than us. To be able to see the best before the worst in others is the equivalent of relinquishing our fears of inadequacy within ourselves.

The only way we can not waste our existence is to enjoy every moment, live each day to the fullest and never regret your mistakes.

The only way we can define our existence is by defining it as undefinable. The purpose of our existence is unclear, the reason we are here is undecided. Yet we are all here, and must make our existence mean something.

The only way we can claim importance is by being the first to admit how humble we truly are.

The only way we can understand anything not part of this planet is to first understand everything on this planet. Without that prior knowledge, despite all other knowledge, we remain ignorant of ourselves.

The only way we can see anyone else's sorrow, sadness and suffering is to stop ignoring the needs of everyone else and to address the issues within ourselves first.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Perspective

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Perspective. It is one of the hardest things in this reality to perceive and harder still to understand. Perspective is individual. This means that it changes for everyone, yet again making it even more difficult to define and question as it is never the same twice. Perspective is unique.

However, the only purpose that perspective serves is to grant us an illusion of orientation. To allows us to believe that we have a direction in life, to allow us to see the difference between right and wrong, good and evil and light and dark. Consequently, perspective is the only way we can define what is right or wrong and, likewise, the way we define right and wrong is also unique.

The concept of good and evil in itself is flawed. An evil man will never think of himself as evil, he would have convinced himself, that from his perspective, the evils he is committing are just and right, despite that the rest of the world labels him as evil. It comes down to perspective. The way in how we view the world, the way in how we interpret information and how we perceive our actions.

As human beings we required definition and direction. It creates an illusion of success and development. We create labels, such as intelligence, ignorance, kindness, morality, immorality, amongst other things, to make it easier to adhere to utilise perspective. These labels force us to make judgements and assumptions about things we don't understand, people we don't know and knowledge we can't grasp. We force the labels upon ourselves and others in the vain hope that they grant us direction and purpose. When, in reality, they are just an illusion.

We create illusions to distract us from the harsh reality. We make up new words to make ourselves seem smarter and in control. We destroy the planet we inhabit in order to make ourselves more comfortable. We look to the skies and mumble half-remembered phrases in the hope that it fixes things.

Our perspectives do not allow us to see what we really are. They only show us the illusion of progress and orientation. These illusions serve no purpose other than what we allow them to.

Perspective. It's just an illusion.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

All I Want

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The good life is what I need
Too many people stepping over me
The only thing that's been on my mind
Is the one thing I need before I die

All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life
All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life
The good life

I don't really know who I am
It's time for me to take a stand
I need a change and I need it fast
I know that any day could be the last

All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life
All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life

Hold on, hold on, I always wanted it this way
(I never wanted it this way)
Hold on, hold on, I always wanted it this way
(We didn't ask for it this way)
I always wanted it this way

The good life
All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life
All I want is a little of the good life
All I need is to have a good time, oh, the good life
The good life

Thursday, June 17, 2010

I am but a mortal

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I don't need to show,

what can't be seen.


I don't need to show,

what can't be felt.


I don't need to show,

what I can't share.


This deadly foe,

my mind the scene.


This deadly foe,

no justice dealt.


The deadly foe,

with not a prayer.


My mind the subject,

always in despair.


My heart the project,

in need of repair.


My eyes the portal,

always skyward.


I am but a mortal,

My life but a reward.

Broken Dreams

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The silhouette of a broken dream,
unseen by all but one,
He knows what we could've been,
he knows that we haven't won.

The whisper of a forgotten regime,
unheard by all but one,
He knows about our scheme,
he knows what we had done.

The touch of a distant past,
unfelt by all but one,
He knows that it was our last,
he knows that we still run.

The taste of a silent soul,
untasted by all but one,
He knows what we stole,
He knows its already begun.

The whiff of a new day,
unsmelt by all but one,
He knows we see the decay,
he knows it can't be undone.

He is known by many names,
heard by all but one,
He doesn't see your claims,
He can't remember what he's done.

He has a place in history,
but no one knows his story.
He can listen, smell, taste, touch and see
He was a man but nobody agrees.
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