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Ok, so my mom gets my report card and I'm banned from all means of communication till february. course I have my ways... Any way here's 2 new things, If you like it tell me. If not, yell at me spastically about how shitty your life is. anyway...
My Epitaph
[We are all as messed up as we think we are. We have our memories, our laments, our dreams. People we hate, People we couldn't care less about, People we want to be near so much that it's like a needle in your brain. A passion without focus. We want to hold on to what is now, but now is gone and will never be again.
I want to live in these skrewed up fantasies in my head but that is nothing. I am sucked back into reality by me, myself, and I. "I" have to realize that only this, and this, and this is possible. This is the game and these are the rules. The past is gone but nothing is impossible. I waqnt green hair, blue skin , and magenta eyes. I want to create a new fantasy. This is your life. There are no rules. You are your god. The game is up.]
You'll find me when most you need it
beyond the door of obligation
only once, then never more
will thiss puff of smoke be rotten
only once, then it'll be forgotten
Come what may, in these springs
a drop of resolution
never ending, never far
from the lips of those who wander
On and on we speak
of those quiet instituions
for the final, overused solution
"there is no void" we want to say
"only motion to lead the way
to correct, to collect
to swim among the stars
to gather who you are
and to drink your humiliation
only enough"
and now an old one!
This is oblivion. Life. Love. Hate. Death. All contained in a single drop. All connected to every other vacuum of being, Connected to every other birth and rebirth. All merely a connection of synapses. All feeling like the end of the world.
But, it does not end. At every death, there comes a new light, a new dark. Another feeling, breathing creature that inside holds the healing hand, and the evil eye. Not to mention the cloudy shades of gray. Everything is as you see it. Every action is a choice. In the smallest cell, you hold the power to destroy and the power to build. All life is connected in a chain more twisted than a mobius strip.
“Salvation and Hell” is as simple as a fork in the road. To reach either, you must put one foot in front of the other. Salvation and Hell are what you make of them. You create your reality.
Death is not a large, consequential event. Death is the absence of life. Life is a memory. What has happened will happen. Buddhism teaches that one may only break the cycle of reincarnation through enlightenment. Who decides how far is enough? Who watches the watchers?
Life is a cycle of events repeating over and again. Break the cycle. Mix things up.
Shuffle the deck.
This is dissent. This is teen angst. The constant wondering what the point is, “why should I?” Then, most of us are beaten into submission by the reality of the needs to survive. What is survival? What is evolution without change?
What can happen, has happened, may happen, can happen. Or maybe not. We all choose to be here and those who don’t, run away. We make our decisions. We love, we hate. We live, we die. Or maybe not. But we all are, and shall remain,
Radical Dreamers.
My Epitaph
[We are all as messed up as we think we are. We have our memories, our laments, our dreams. People we hate, People we couldn't care less about, People we want to be near so much that it's like a needle in your brain. A passion without focus. We want to hold on to what is now, but now is gone and will never be again.
I want to live in these skrewed up fantasies in my head but that is nothing. I am sucked back into reality by me, myself, and I. "I" have to realize that only this, and this, and this is possible. This is the game and these are the rules. The past is gone but nothing is impossible. I waqnt green hair, blue skin , and magenta eyes. I want to create a new fantasy. This is your life. There are no rules. You are your god. The game is up.]
You'll find me when most you need it
beyond the door of obligation
only once, then never more
will thiss puff of smoke be rotten
only once, then it'll be forgotten
Come what may, in these springs
a drop of resolution
never ending, never far
from the lips of those who wander
On and on we speak
of those quiet instituions
for the final, overused solution
"there is no void" we want to say
"only motion to lead the way
to correct, to collect
to swim among the stars
to gather who you are
and to drink your humiliation
only enough"
and now an old one!
This is oblivion. Life. Love. Hate. Death. All contained in a single drop. All connected to every other vacuum of being, Connected to every other birth and rebirth. All merely a connection of synapses. All feeling like the end of the world.
But, it does not end. At every death, there comes a new light, a new dark. Another feeling, breathing creature that inside holds the healing hand, and the evil eye. Not to mention the cloudy shades of gray. Everything is as you see it. Every action is a choice. In the smallest cell, you hold the power to destroy and the power to build. All life is connected in a chain more twisted than a mobius strip.
“Salvation and Hell” is as simple as a fork in the road. To reach either, you must put one foot in front of the other. Salvation and Hell are what you make of them. You create your reality.
Death is not a large, consequential event. Death is the absence of life. Life is a memory. What has happened will happen. Buddhism teaches that one may only break the cycle of reincarnation through enlightenment. Who decides how far is enough? Who watches the watchers?
Life is a cycle of events repeating over and again. Break the cycle. Mix things up.
Shuffle the deck.
This is dissent. This is teen angst. The constant wondering what the point is, “why should I?” Then, most of us are beaten into submission by the reality of the needs to survive. What is survival? What is evolution without change?
What can happen, has happened, may happen, can happen. Or maybe not. We all choose to be here and those who don’t, run away. We make our decisions. We love, we hate. We live, we die. Or maybe not. But we all are, and shall remain,
Radical Dreamers.