Case. Fucking. Closed

"Drink up. 

  Have fun. 

  Don't suffer;

  Don't feel guilty.

  There is no "death". 

  God loves you, no matter what you do. 

  You are the perfect and holy child of God.

  CASE. FUCKING. CLOSED."

~BILL HICKS~

GO

Need an escape, need to let go.
Need an escape from society,
Always need to get up and go.
No, need an escape from self.

There is no escape,
You never let go.

The Self remains.


Gotta go.

Get the fuck outta here.

Got to go.

Go.

Gotta go.

Go, go...go!

LET IT GO, MAN!

There,

IT GO.

Death brings meaning to Life; Life brings meaning to Death

In death, you will be absolved from all your life, your memories, your family, your job, your responsibilities and duties, your dreams and imaginings, your desires, your sins, your prides, trials, and tribulations. In death, there is only unknowing. The slip of a veil, once forgotten, twice thought of. If you are not capable of remembering what you have forgotten, why fear? The loss is as natural as coal is black.

Slipped into the void, unseen.

Landed, forgot what it all did mean.

Laid back on the sand, for an eternity it did seem.

Bored, now, want to see something never seen.

The Mark of a Woman, my Queen. 

The land where I shall never be. 

The love that I shall never see. 

Self-Forgetful You

The mind is the joker. 

Now you see;

Now you don't. 

The Crucible

You crucified christ.
I crucified christ.
We all hung an idea up to dry.
Now, again the time is nigh,
to Crucify your Mind. 

Things I've Done, written and performed by Natty

Things I've Done by Natty

Wooah der my darlin'
Wooah der my child
Listen to my story
with an open heart
and mind.

You are the best of me.
They say I am strong,
But I am weak.

I've done some things
you won't believe.
I've been living blind,
But I'm trying to see.

I'm sorry for my life--
My life of crime.
I'm sorry for my time
on the devil's side.

I was raised with love
and sacrifice,
but I chose this life
and I'll pay the price.

Show me love now,
and I'll choose it.
Help save my soul;
I have sinned.

Ay-le-le-le
Ay-le-le-le

So many things--
Things I have done.

This hand has stolen
and been in fights.
This mouth has broken
hearts and told lies.

I have sold things out
you never buy.
I've lost too many friends
through my pride.

Like a soldier
fightin' for his life,
I need you here
Now by my side.

Ay-le-le-le
Ay-le-le-le

So many things--
Things I have done.

You can find Natty here: http://www.nattymusic.com/ 

Not I

Is it not plainly seen--

That it is not within I 

To live as another human being?

You, the pill-popping American citizen, fund terrorism.

Yes, this is truth.

If you have ever been prescribed or illegally purchased an opioid-based narcotic prescription of any sort (Vicodin, Norco, OxyContin, fentanyl, Percocet, etc.), you are funding terrorism. Thus, according to the government's line of sound-logical thought, you are a terrorist.

Welcome to Amerikkka, people.

Good day. 

my next bed is going to be a hearse. 

-r.eyedea.p.

[Take Me] Down to the River, Ben Caplan

I went down to the river
Flowing out onto the sea
On my way to the ocean
Let the spirit swallow me

I got low down in the water
I let the current guide my bones
I got 9 kinds of trouble
I'm just trying to find my way home

Over 20 some years of living
And a thousand wasted days
I have loved a lot of women
Many times I've gone wrong ways
And I came down to the water
For a dip to cleanse my soul
They keep telling me that I'm just a babe
But baby why do I feel so old

This is the verge of a breakthrough
It's a fine line that cannot be bent
And I felt like a river run dry
But I don't know where all of the rainwater went

And I believe we were all dead or dying
But I see different in the blue light
There is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk
It's daylight until it is night

You gotta fight against the demons
You gotta run into the winds
You gotta rage against the dying of the light
Live for the moment that's left

You gotta fight against the demons
You gotta run into the winds
You gotta rage against the dying of the light
Live for the moment that's left

Cause there is no such thing as a dying man
We are alive till the moment we are dead
And a drowning man is just a living man
Who hasn't run out of his last bit of breath

I went down to the river
Flowing out onto the sea
On my way to the ocean
Let the spirit swallow me

I got low down in the water
I let the current guide my bones
I got 9 kinds of trouble
I'm just trying to find my way home

Find my way home
Find my way home
Find my way home 

 .magic.

Is this our place in the world, in the universe?

It's Only A Smile.

Smiles are contagious

-like a soul-bending yawn-

Spreading like silk

through fresh mown lawn.

The caterpillar dies

to be reborn.

Transformation:

A gift 

We were sworn. 

Hold it softly,

Caress,

Let it grow.

I burnt too many brain cells down to be worried about my brain cells now.

Hit'cha Right In The Feels. POW!

No Control

Set the controls for the Heart of the Sun.
i cannot.
The Voice wins time and time again.
i cannot.
But, they say i can.
i fail long before even i try.
If this life is an illusion, a dream, i am trapped and disillusioned.
i am not yet awake, aware, of the dream state here.
The dream is real. 
Yet, still i am the drowsy dreamer.
What will shake me from my slumber?
Will the reigns ever be loosened from round my neck?
When will the blinders fall from my eyes?
Why am i here?
To gather excuses in a pile to slide down?
To fall?
To numb my self from it all?
The hushed whisper that is the din of the void waiting to swallow me whole.
I fall;
but, Will ever i rise?

" If you're going to outwit the devil, 

it is terribly important 

you don't give him any advance notice."

_________________

I said to you in a dream:
Nothing would be as it seems
And all that you see
Misdeemed as reality.
For the trick is the treat
In visions replete.
Nothing is as it seems.

To see totally,
Is our dream. 

Take Flight

Gnashing at the darkness;

Yearning for the light.

Searching for a spark in this;

Take flight, take flight!

Aspirations and desires,

And all that transpires

 here. 

Take flight from there, 

Take flight. 

Why Would Christ Save Us?

Rhetorical question; Christ will not save us.

We have forsaken this planet.

We have forsaken the living Beings whom share this sacred place, this Eden.

We have forsaken each other, our Brothers and Sisters.

When will we learn?

We claim to be of higher intelligence, and yet our actions speak otherwise.

Destined to repeat the Journey until we get it right.

So far off the mark.

What will bring change in a world mortified by change?

Christ will not bring it; that Man tried.

We missed the Message.

We have missed all the collective Messengers' messages, the One Truth.


What social tremor will have strength enough to shatter our selfishly greedy paradigm, to break us free from our own conceited egos?

I fear no-thing will.

I fear for all of Creation.

For this, I will change.

For you.

Because, I Love.

Do you love?

C'est la vie

There are actions and words I regret; they are an inseparable part of me now and always, I know.
This is who I am -- no changing the inconsistencies of a past life; why dwell?
Dwell just long enough to transmute the inconsistency to beauty.
I am who I am, and that's just who I'll be ... for now.
Tomorrow I will be made anew; reborn from sleep.
Dreams of reconciliation, wonderment, nightmarish figures in black. 
To take it all back, you can't. Not even a morsel, nor thought.
All is here with me now, forever and always: Now.

C'est la vie.