Drug my mind with your god, your guns and your pills. Please take our hearts and crush my will. Plug me into your plastic transmitter machine. Process me, and kill all of my dreams. All grown up now and time to move on. So with that, "cheers to tomorow's new dawn".
You've nothing to cry about, now take my hand. Soon, you'll be far off in god's land. So close your eyes and let me sing you to sleep. And please pray, for the lord your soul to keep.
On your feet, Jump to the beat. Be a good little slave.
Think with your dick, Dumb as a brick, We give you the poison you crave.
Give me a hooky beat that I can jump to, and a televised sitcom about me and you, Numb the senses, and sedate my people. Give us unfit food and a church with a steeple.
On your feet, Jump to the beat. Be a good little slave.
Think with your dick, Dumb as a brick, We give you the poison you crave.
I need less than i thought before,
For I found less is truly more.
So live above it all, above the lies,
Above their wall, Peace and Love will never die.
Into the eyes they transmit the lies, from a machine cold and lifeless. But still you stare and consume these messages of fear. So you think I'm in the wrong, that because I've questioned this world, our world, my world that I must be a threat to the status quo. Perhaps your correct, but I believe that looking and questioning everything, everyone and all of existance is more important that climbing to the top of a ladder. . . For you must ask yourself, who is holding the ladder? Whats at the top? Is it anymore rewarding than the bottum? What is a ladder? To ask questions and to engage in the art of philosophy is more important that any corprate standing or social status.
In the words of the great Timothy Leary, "Philosophy is a team sport, create new and bold universes with others".
My first look into the eyes which are constantly watching:
I sat alone, looking for signs, for an indication of new found understanding. But nothing came, or so I believed. But with every pumping of my heart, and every beat of the clock I was coming into this world, and looking through the walls that I've been presented and sadly constructed even on my own. Suddenly a brilliance swept over me and as I inhaled the air I began to feel the rejuvenating sense of existance long forgotten. Overwhelmed by emotions and thoughts long restricted from consciousness, I felt reborn and began to dabble in ponderings that normally would have passed without recognition. For a moment I felt the same fears and loathings that I've been conditioned to have. But these broke free and suddenly I was looking into the eyes that've been watching me from the second I was conceived. I understood everything, the mere idea of walking from one side of thought to the other became a journey, a journey that brought with it more to understand and more to be enjoyed.
I sat alone and gazed deeply into the eyes of he who controlled my existance, who would decide where I will go, how I feel and how I will react to the world. Now I see through the lies and the restrictive walls placed around us. I know that truly the journey of life is not one from Birth to Death, but one to inner workings of our own minds and souls. Love is free and true, Love is key in existance. Looking deep in those eyes tought me this.
Soon I returned, and with ease, all of my new understandings could have been lost, but I grasped them and have learned daily from them.
Just as the mind, body, and spirit, Those Eyes Were Mine.
A story in a circle once told,
Sitting by the fire just to beat the cold,
Mother says I'm no kind of man,
Streaming conciousness from my hands,
Run from here, I'm starting a new chapter,
Burning my bridges, Run from thier rapture,
My stomach knots in a twist to his name,
But now I see clearly her maternal games,
You axe me, ask me and beg for revival,
But I've barely two shoes for survival,
So take it away and scream your broken strength,
Our journey's gonna be beautiful and powerful in length.
So sweetheart, lets run, I'll take your pain,
Come with me and we'll break these chains,
By the time it becomes apparent,
The worlds unprioritized protest will be irrelevant,
For its unbreakable, eternal and meant,
My love for you is and always will.
I've no rythm, and hardly a rhyme, But I'll continue to write these lines, For, for now its must be contained, This love of ours that grows each day.
For long I thought I had no intent to live, And even longer no one for all my love to give, But haste I didn't and to myself I saved it, And now we know why, with you I'll spend my life.
Some say the sun will set, And true this is but they forget, Our love is true, forever and from the heart, When the sun sets, we make love and count the stars.
I'll never leave, I won't give in, Only your lips will I ever want to kiss again, You've saved my heart, I've saved my love, From that land of dreams that we've come from.
Now it is yours I want you have it all, Lets go to world with no window, doors or walls, Perfect love, soul mates we are, Here it is please have my heart.
Broken Bird with crooked wings,
A once soft song he no longer sings,
Speak it all in a shifty phrase,
Give a smile, stare and gaze,
Wash away the dirt of a the past,
They seem to think nothing lasts,
But I know that some things are forever,
I was tought to never say never,
For I found what I thought I would not,
This love of ours for which we've fought,
Forever it is and fade it will not,
For its a love that cannot be bought,
Only shared and grown for eternity,
This love I share with you, and you share with me.
We will rise above them all,
Constricted by no solid walls,
Forever it is and Forever it will,
Every wound this true love has healed,
Rising far through the heavens,
This true love of ours I know is forever.
Every night I look to the stars,
And thank you for the love of ours,
I Love you Nicole with all of my Soul
For with you I will grow old.
And nothing could make more sense, be more perfect, or be more meant to be than this true, everlasting, Love of ours.
I love you Nicole.
My mind strains and I break these chains as I begin to let it all go, my thoughts being transcibed as I feel so alive at the spark of our flow. Where does it come from and where does it go? This everlasting, ever persistant, and merely remarkable flow?
What might it be? What are they to see? . . . It matters not. For its only for you, this love from me. Constant. Continuous. Something to which I thought you were oblivious. Its real, its there, If you look it's every where. But mine for you is different than thiers. A sort of true love you won't find just anywhere. So take my hand and you shall know, of this everlasting ever persistant flow.
Late at night, with stars above, late at night, a feeling of love, As they shine, as they wrinkle, as I get old, and start to wrinkle, I've spend my moments and my time, and I was fortuanate enough to Find, You, Love Hope All the Things Dreams are Made of, Happiness Optimism Pride A girl who for which, Tears of happiness I've cried.
As I lay here and think of you, my mind repeats itself, for its all I can do, But one day I will tire, and sadly one day I will expire and all of me will transpire to a new plain of consciousness. But I know that in my past the only things that would last is the love we share, between us two, this pair.
With every moment of every single day, with every tick of the clock slipping away. My mind, my heart, my soul is constantly flourishing with love, the single most important ingredient, the single factor of what this dream is made of. When a flood of blue consumes me and i am brought to my knee's, you like an angel I've been blessed from heaven, come to rescue me, to lift, to revive, to love and be loved, to give me the gift of life. I'm only a very ordinary man, I've no money, no job, no place to go, no plan. But wealth, i have, wealth is something you and I share, A wealth of unmeasurable love that can't be denied, that will never wear thin, never need to be tried again and will never die. Every moment of every day, I'll always be completely overcome with love for you, and the love I feel so strongly from you. Thank you for everything, thank you for Every Moment of Everyday. I'd never trade those moments away. I love you.
The Day Will Never Come, Too Late For You, Too Soon For Some, But Cherish What is and Look With Love To What Will, Because From Day One Its As They Say "All Down Hill", Lacking Consistence, Always Persistant, Futile Is Our Resistance. So Just Wait, Just Pray and Hold Back The Day.
-Vince McC.
I suppose all i'm really saying is, life is too short and wonderful to not share with those you love, always cherish your life, keep a good outlook and make sure those you love know you do. I love you, you know who you are. I love you more that I could ever express through any outlet, I hope you feel it as strongly as I do. I love you so so so much.
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