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Sunday, November 01, 2009

The sound of Life Love and Death

I wrote this when I was like 13...

Love, Life, and Death.

Let me paint you a picture of my music with words, although words cannot contain all that is within the darkness and the light of the sounds that form music...

Picture music as a child, barely taking its first steps into life and seeing for the first time: everything

The child grows and sees himself surrounded by noise, surrounded by the smell, the touch, the taste, he looks around and takes it all in.

For the first time... He truly...

Breathes...

He experiences the passion of breathing in hopes of sounds that resound, form a tone, ring like a bell, and shatter a heart of glass and melt a soul of stone.

The child hears the sound, and enjoys what he hears, he then finds himself placed into a box, within it, he finds a simple band that can be tightened and plucked.

He then evolves from one string to six and learns to play between the boundaries of the strings.

A strum of strings that form a harmony, interlocked with the bell of a voice that is held within.

The child is still able to take a grasp on all these new noises and soon finds the natural curiousity of simply banging on pots and pans. He still evolves further and learns the true art of percussion.

A boom of a drum that pounds with the rhythm of the heart and envokes the power contained in the music that only the man with the sticks can feel and translate into a bang.

After learning how to play with anything and everything, the child still needs to grow.

The child grows higher and higher with his passion and not only learns of the highs in his music, but the lows.

A thud of a bass melody, plucking with the rhythm plucking on four strings to keep it all aligned.

At last...

The sound...

*silence*

The absense of sound that leaves the need to be filled.

The fill...

CHAOS!

The void of nothingness has been filled with disorder and array...

The sound needs to be controlled, needs to find order... Needs peace...

The creator of the beautiful sound, the boy, steps forward...

Finds the order amongst the disorder, organization among chaos...

Brings the animal that is music to a higher state of being, brings it into a new world where anything and everything is possible.

Brings forth the sound...

*of a whisper*

Brings forth the sounds of love, life, and death...

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Time (poem I wrote last year listening to Pink Flo

Time to Think,
Time to Change,
Time to Breathe,
Time to Live,
Time to do nothing...

Time is ticking away...

Time to Smile,
Time to Frown,
Time to Relax,
Time to Panic,
Time for everything...

Time is ticking away...

Time for Class,
Time to Leave,
Time to Begin,
Time to End,
Time to be yourself...

Time is ticking away...

Time to Be Young,
Time to Grow Old,
Time to Grow Up,
Time to Die.

Time's Up!
Pencils Down!

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Things we should all believe in

In life, everyone takes a different path, but one thing I've found is that there is truth to be found. 1+1 will always be 2. Nothing is constant, everything changes around us and sometimes the truth we find is something we don't like. What then do we do? What do we do when the truth is unbearable? We hold onto what truths remain and we hold onto the greater good in our mind. Regardless of your religion, I've found a few things that we should at least hold onto and believe in.

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things we need to believe in the most.

1. That people are basically good.
2. That honor, courage, and virtue mean everything.
3. That power and money mean nothing.
4. That good always triumphs over evil.
5. That true love never dies.

Even if in your own world, it seems like these are nothing but lies, these are worth holding onto.

When there is nothing to hold onto and nothing to live for, keep going for a hope that there will be something worth living for.

Even if there is no heaven or hell, nothing after this life, there is still this life. There might be nothing more, there might be more. The one fact though is that the only possession you are guaranteed in life is your life. Hold onto it for the hope of a better tomorrow even though it might not be true.

Just because it's not certain that our lives will get better over time, it's worth believing in. That's what faith and belief are. Holding onto what you feel is the greater good in the absence of evidence or evidence to the contrary.

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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Guess it's time to post a proper blog.

Current mood: contemplative

Well I've had my very ignorant blogs up for quite sometime now and I figured that I should show that I'm not actually quite as ignorant as my other blogs would seem.

Recently I've been posting fairly regularly in the religion and philosophy thread and I've come to a simple conclusion. No matter what you believe, more often than not, you find strength knowing that there are others that believe in the same thing that you do. You find that simply by knowing that you aren't alone in your ideas that there is some comfort in that.

There are a lot of people who are strengthened by the people around them in what they believe because more often than not, people that believe the same things are often pulled towards one another in an almost chemical fashion. It seems that like minded individuals always seem to find other like minded individuals.

What about when someone comes up with a new idea? Something new and different, or simply a modified idea that works. I would say that these individuals who dare to change what is in the natural conformity of our society will only thrive in history books. Good or bad, if they can attempt to bring about change, they probably won't see it within their lifetime.

Look at the great prophets of Israel. Most of them were persecuted because they told their nation that if they continued to act the way they were, destruction would come upon them. They were persecuted because they simply didn't want to hear it. They would've rather had them conform to the accepted ideals that had been developed out of the culture.

Look at Jesus and his followers. He was very radical for his time and taught for us to love one another. He taught that all those who had felt pain, would feel pain no more. He taught that those that we're meek would inherit the earth. He taught of peace, love and compassion in a time when the world was a cruel mistress. He died for teaching something different than the accepted norm of society.

A more modern example of free-thinkers being persecuted for their beliefs would be clear in the civil rights movement. They stood up for freedom and justice in a world of hate and stood up for the idea of equality. The champion of this movement, Martin Luther King Jr., was killed for preaching equality and the freedom of the pursuit of happiness. He spoke against hatred and wanted us all to come together. He was killed for this.

You've heard all these stories in your history classes throughout your life and seen them on the history channel. They didn't thrive in their own time, but their legacy holds true today. Freedom has won and their names are clearly etched forever in time as the men and women that helped make things different from the status quo and make things different from the norm.

They couldn't do it on their own though. An idea is only as good as the power behind it. This is why we have lobbyists and why we have people trying to tell others of what they think is a good idea. Deep down, even if you disagree with someone else's idea, they're most likely trying to do what they think is good for everyone.

So if you have an idea, feel free to share it, but be ready to defend it on all sides. After all, where would we be if no one spoke up?

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Friday, May 22, 2009

I guess this could be conisdered the end (song)

Current mood: nervous

The prayers so silent
Can be felt in the room
Is this just a tingle?
Or is this something more?
I feel numb
As I breathe in this experience
My eyes close and i see
For the first time perfectly
The sight through my eyes
Is comforting
The tunnels that embrace me
Now leads me home

Where do we dwell
When we have no home?
Is this destruction so complete
That our very foundation
is in ruins?
Never to sleep again

Before the dawning
Of this new life
I was a darkened plague
A virus among the infected
My infection spread
Until I sought help
The infection still remains
As a part of me
Confined to a portion
Of my mind
This caged animal
Will never fly free again

Where do we dwell
When we have no home?
Is this destruction so complete
That our very foundation
is in ruins?
Never to sleep again

The battle won.
Our eternal resting place is secured.
We go
And destroy
No more

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