Words. Music.

It is the flight of things that I envy; those born to soar above the cares of the earth.

Everything has a soul. The rocks, the trees--all things that be or will be. 

The street is cold. Dreams are as glitter floating. Even angels have their scars.

In the end it may not matter so much what path we walked; the only important thing is how we walked it.

I See in Black and White

A deepened rift and foggy eye

I see in black in white

Where do we go inside our minds

When nothings falling right

Forgetting some     remembering more

It pays to be undone    to be the different kind

For the only place one cannot flee is deep inside the mind

To never climb or run or fly   but always   always fight

I hear the rain and feel the cold it is steady in the night

So comforting  it is at times to only see in black and white

Sometimes its clear    as clear as day It is the way the cards do fall Andothertimesitmakes nosense   thisfuckingwritingon somewall

So enter glibly, and with an empty head, your house carved out of glass.

Your false life may sustain you, and much time may come to pass.

Be happy the petty things you think are not demons in your head—

the kind that will torment and rent until he’s sure that you are dead.

So turn away O fortunate one avert youre simple sight

And be grateful deep within that you dont see in black and white

Village

 I feel that the most important things are the things that empower people and help in the struggle to find a light in a dark world. That will be my main objective. Everyone that knows me or even reads me can see that I am a rebel. Everyone knows I have strong beliefs and opinions. Everyone knows that I abhor the status quo and detest conformity. And I hope everyone knows if I have a point I will back it up; if I am wrong, I relish the chance to learn from my error.

But now the time has come to practice what we preach. The time has come to rise above this insane media and corporate driven ideology that has permeated nearly every aspect of our existence. It has burrowed its way into our family, moral, and religious lives. Like a ravenous leech this detached media-fueled lifestyle has become not just the normal, but the ideal for most of humanity.

We are in a largely unacknowledged state of modern despair. Depression, suicide, and violent crimes are at epidemic levels. We have become a drug culture because people are hurting inside; they are lacking something that our culture of exclusivity and fiscal success has somehow driven into us like an iron nail. 

 We are a culture of “more is better.” This is another way of saying, “Only those with greed succeed.” Greed creates poverty; poverty creates misery, misery feeds crime, crime feeds greed, and on and on…. Greed drives men to sell women and girls. Greed drives corporate executives to steal jobs from working class people. Greed allows people in the medical/insurance fields to bankrupt families for the sake of their lives and health. Greed promotes civic leaders, sundry politicians, and banking institutions to be self-serving rather than servants of the people. As the value of money becomes larger in the heart of man, the value of humanity grows smaller.

We need to step up and forget our petty differences and collectively shed the skin of the one and embrace the idea of the village.

The greatest achievements cannot be measured in monetary gain, awards, or accolades; they are measured in the simple (and not so simple) acts of kindness, charity, and selflessness we commit.

I love the saying that pertains to all injustices, “I always wondered why somebody didn’t do something about that, then I realized I am somebody.”

You are somebody.