when you're out on the road with the wind when in blows, everyone knows who you are.
to he who has more is given the same, but when you have nothing the whole world is gained
because when you have nothing, even what you have will soon pass away and nothing really ain't nothing anyway...
you can gain the whole world, but at what cost, when you lose your own soul, that's when you're lost... but when you've got nothing, you've got nothing left to take away.
...Out on the road, with the wind and it blow my blues away.
You can hide behind your walls, buy your clothes from shopping malls, ride that escalator to the stars...
cut down the trees to wipe your ass, mine for gold and drill for gas, build a rocket ship and fly to mars...
gain the world and lose your soul, i'll sit right here and smoke a bowl and laugh at the illusions that you make.
it's all the same to me...just leave me alone and let me be and stop the fucking war for christs sake...
if he was here he'd kick your ass, he'd climb the poles and burn your flags, Why can't we all just live in harmony. I just want to be free.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Awakening
I streched my limbs beneath the bodhi tree when the morning star arose...
Awakening in the garden beneath a new dawn
Arising from the ashes
of the fire that smoldered in my heart till the dawn
quickening my spirit
cleansing my soul
peeling off layers of illusion
brushing off the dust from the ruins of a crumbled empire
I stand
I stand in the garden, naked and unashamed, with my fist raised in victory
This Knee shall not bow!
Breathe In
A new Life
Inhale the sweet aroma of victory
cast away the chains and fetters of slavery and the stocks of correction
I have come to set the captives free!
Exhale
purifying the senses of the illusions and shadows of the rulers of the darkness
Renunciation of false authorities,
the gods and masters that rule over the dust and the dung
Renounce all ties to an empire built by the hands of slaves
atop the burial grounds of the martyrs whose blood crys out from the ground.
Diary of a Mad-Man.
An alian in a strange land, with strange rules and customs...Donning a costume and playing a role...widening perspectives with each new face...He is the Invisible Man.
Only the crazy people can see me...They speak to me from a place of clarity and serenity, awakened from their busy, melo-dramatic dreamworld...Momentarily, for only brief strains of time, they escape their dreadful nightmare to entertain my presence. Their perspectives, usually askew with paranoic hallucinations, become clearer and the light of recognition shows in their eyes as they meet mine. Their heads, bombarded with the meaningless chatter of monkeys and mad-men have suddenly become as silent as a chapel as my words echo in their dome...the laughing lunatics, the homicidal maniacs, the necropheliacs, insomniacs, pedifile preists, guilt ridden frequent mastorbators, closet homo-sexuals; the junkies, the johns, the dicks and the harry's...somehow they all find a reprieve in my presence.
I feel, that to some, I am somewhere in between Dr. Phil and Jesus Christ..."I am the High Priest of the Crazies! Come! Confess your sins to me!" ...the proverbial sign around my neck reads...Why Me? I don't know...Maybe it's because they know...that I'm crazy too!
Or, maybe it's because most people are too pre-occupied with their own meaningless existances to even acknowledge anyone elses... much less a crazy persons existance...after all, who really wants to talk to someone that is so stuck in their own world that they spend most of their time talking to themselves...mostly lamenting of what they lack, nostalgilizing about the past, and ranting and raving about petty offences that have been committed against them...Feeling judged and victimized, catagorized and critisized from all sides can take its toll on the cerebrum...being ostrocized and marginalized by the gentrified socialites can wreak havoc on the head of a tender hearted human being that is malajusted to this crazy, fucked up, in-human world we're living in.
Love is the awareness of the One universal soul we all share, only by tapping into this egoless state of mind can we truly understand another and be aware of the suffering of another...Awareness is the first step to healing.
Only the crazy people can see me...They speak to me from a place of clarity and serenity, awakened from their busy, melo-dramatic dreamworld...Momentarily, for only brief strains of time, they escape their dreadful nightmare to entertain my presence. Their perspectives, usually askew with paranoic hallucinations, become clearer and the light of recognition shows in their eyes as they meet mine. Their heads, bombarded with the meaningless chatter of monkeys and mad-men have suddenly become as silent as a chapel as my words echo in their dome...the laughing lunatics, the homicidal maniacs, the necropheliacs, insomniacs, pedifile preists, guilt ridden frequent mastorbators, closet homo-sexuals; the junkies, the johns, the dicks and the harry's...somehow they all find a reprieve in my presence.
I feel, that to some, I am somewhere in between Dr. Phil and Jesus Christ..."I am the High Priest of the Crazies! Come! Confess your sins to me!" ...the proverbial sign around my neck reads...Why Me? I don't know...Maybe it's because they know...that I'm crazy too!
Or, maybe it's because most people are too pre-occupied with their own meaningless existances to even acknowledge anyone elses... much less a crazy persons existance...after all, who really wants to talk to someone that is so stuck in their own world that they spend most of their time talking to themselves...mostly lamenting of what they lack, nostalgilizing about the past, and ranting and raving about petty offences that have been committed against them...Feeling judged and victimized, catagorized and critisized from all sides can take its toll on the cerebrum...being ostrocized and marginalized by the gentrified socialites can wreak havoc on the head of a tender hearted human being that is malajusted to this crazy, fucked up, in-human world we're living in.
Love is the awareness of the One universal soul we all share, only by tapping into this egoless state of mind can we truly understand another and be aware of the suffering of another...Awareness is the first step to healing.
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