Storm like calm
Wandering soul
I love and I hurt
Looking into the future and dwelling in the past
Believing is hard, had my time.
Regrets are forsaken, I'm not.
Next level is just too regular
My soul is more than just this
25 and time ticks – fine for a certain youth
But that flies past.
Maturity is experience and age.
25 and things done told
26, excuse is extinct.
Proving points, riding others
No shame, nothing difficult.
Pushing Music.
It aint you, but me.
Pushing against weighing scales, no effort to know.
Over a glass I know it all.
Nature curious, chocolate and vanilla.
Differences alike, change immaterial,
No taste, getting down, argue positive.
Negative is positive, Libra – argue.
Aware, self help.
Thoughts and an internal argument
3 years of jumping, broken bones,
Value is everything.
Cigarettes for life, control is perception.
30 articles, Chapter 1, book in making.
Purpose undefined. Results worth a million.
Random coffee,
JESUS SAVE US ALL.
Why? – Being is confidence, teaching.
A fall, no! JESUS SAVed US ALL.
Death joke, seat belts,
90KMPH, life!! Insecure, glass crash.
140 Alto, knowledge unknown.
WOODSTOCK, retro, camp caravan.
Don't sleep, rules, drink.
Sweetness!!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Following....
As I watched " the Headlight " meditate, I realised, life is a whole lot simpler than we make it. There's more to it than fast cars, furious gadgets, one hundred grand cameras and all the nonsense in-between.
He sat for a while, fighting his conscience, and eventually moving into a beyond, transcendence, into the spirit and it's nirvana, absolutely still.
This experience, although hard to explain, had a very profound effect on me. It taught me, in limited detail, about forgiveness, letting go, conscience and subconscious sanctuary - something that exists inside of us. All it needs is a wake up call to see and experience it.
We all have a cave we can go into, something serene, pure, honest, and absolutely out of body, and I remain greatful to " the Headlight" for teaching me this.
Till next time....
He sat for a while, fighting his conscience, and eventually moving into a beyond, transcendence, into the spirit and it's nirvana, absolutely still.
This experience, although hard to explain, had a very profound effect on me. It taught me, in limited detail, about forgiveness, letting go, conscience and subconscious sanctuary - something that exists inside of us. All it needs is a wake up call to see and experience it.
We all have a cave we can go into, something serene, pure, honest, and absolutely out of body, and I remain greatful to " the Headlight" for teaching me this.
Till next time....
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Fedor-Tso
0530 - Fedor-tso
There's a cold wind blowing, the sun's waking up and all The Rocket says is, "F***". This is, without doubt one of the coldest, smelliest mornings I have ever been witness to. The Rocket is as cold as can be and has without thought, zipped himself up in Cramster riding gear - we're by a lake!! And, yeah, he's scarring the living daylights out of the low-lives with the balaclava he has on. Interesting!
Great! Last tenner spent on 2 cups of tea and 4 chaklis. Thankfully we have enough fuel. The Rocket has now begun speaking Arabic. That's an improvement considering "Arabic" is a word he cannot spell. The things a stinky morning does to some!
The sun's finally up. Rocket's on a photography spree. He has also discovered a key tucked away inside the jacket he's adorned. Somehow this intrigues him. I'm not entirely sure if it's the sun or the key. Either way.
0600 - Fedor-tso -
Time to leave, go back to the pitiful lives we lead. Sigh - the days of our lives!
There's a cold wind blowing, the sun's waking up and all The Rocket says is, "F***". This is, without doubt one of the coldest, smelliest mornings I have ever been witness to. The Rocket is as cold as can be and has without thought, zipped himself up in Cramster riding gear - we're by a lake!! And, yeah, he's scarring the living daylights out of the low-lives with the balaclava he has on. Interesting!
Great! Last tenner spent on 2 cups of tea and 4 chaklis. Thankfully we have enough fuel. The Rocket has now begun speaking Arabic. That's an improvement considering "Arabic" is a word he cannot spell. The things a stinky morning does to some!
The sun's finally up. Rocket's on a photography spree. He has also discovered a key tucked away inside the jacket he's adorned. Somehow this intrigues him. I'm not entirely sure if it's the sun or the key. Either way.
0600 - Fedor-tso -
Time to leave, go back to the pitiful lives we lead. Sigh - the days of our lives!
Music
Blow up the fuse box, kill the tapes and cds
Burn the music box, the radio and the cassette player
Fire up your ride top the tank
Ride into the distance, Take a break
Kill the cell phone.
Ride ride ride.
Find your drive, your place
Kill the ride, walk a while.
Start a fire. Smoke your last cigarette.
Clear your mind, meditate.
Wait for sunrise and pump up the volume.
Breathe Music.
Burn the music box, the radio and the cassette player
Fire up your ride top the tank
Ride into the distance, Take a break
Kill the cell phone.
Ride ride ride.
Find your drive, your place
Kill the ride, walk a while.
Start a fire. Smoke your last cigarette.
Clear your mind, meditate.
Wait for sunrise and pump up the volume.
Breathe Music.
Thinking Into The Wild
I spent my last few cents on a cup of coffee. Just sitting, in the middle of the road, watching party people step on the gas, lost in my own thoughts. People, in general, have so much of attitude, ego and violence in them. The more people I meet, the more I feel the need to go into a self imposed walk into the wild. Hard, unforgiving, erratic, with the ability to create insanity, such is the power of Mother Nature. As I sip my cup of coffee and suck on my cigarette, the thought settles inside, my mind clears up all the nonsense, my heart beats calm, as if smashing in the last nail into the coffin, saying, “Yeah, this is it. Going back to the very root, to the animal inside, doing what we were meant to do. The peace, the freedom and the wisedom that comes with it."
Some wise man once wrote, “The more I see the less I know, and the more I want to let it go…..”
Some wise man once wrote, “The more I see the less I know, and the more I want to let it go…..”
SHACKLED CITY
Hydrant shackled
100 million slaves at my feet
“Freedom!!” I scream.
Calm, Buddha inside
This is my freedom, shackles.
Cuffed to a city – despised., Despised!
Hate sometimes. I love you.
100 million slaves at my feet
“Freedom!!” I scream.
Calm, Buddha inside
This is my freedom, shackles.
Cuffed to a city – despised., Despised!
Hate sometimes. I love you.
Introspection
“I see you so I am God; i am mortal so i am human.”
Its funny how we seem to be bound by this psycho-moral-socio phenomenon called society. We are so lost, and so trapped in this so called reality that all that matters to each of us today is what everybody else thinks of what we do, what we want, what we achieve, and what we supposedly are.
Aren’t we individuals? Don’t we have some thing, that little bit, called “myself”? Where has that gone? Why does society matter so much? Life is so much simpler than we think. Unfortunately, we as a human race, are skilled at making it absolutely complicated. We need to wake up, and wake up fast, be ourselves, be who we truly are.
We’re messed up! The whole lot of us – absolutely messed up. The eras of RocknRollas’ have passed by and best we’re just wannabes. Sure! We’ve got our money, music, our jet set lifestyles, but the big q is – is this it, and is it worth it?
There is a small measure of time that is left – to repent, to see beyond the darkness. But we’re so blinded by our shameful ecstasy that we just can’t, or better put, fail to see. Thoroughbreds! We’ve got our drugs, guns, hate, kill, cocaine kings, rug rats, frats, whores and pimps, and a cynical subconscious that entertains vices for all of our pleasure. But have thought, even for just a minute, that we didn’t need any of this to push us into hell. We were already in hell from the moment we were born. Centuries have passed since that moment, more will come and go. And still we do not have the drive to let this go – and this why you and I are in the messed up boat. That is why we stand unforgiven. Our whole belief system has been infiltrated by everything around us. The sad part is we have no idea how deep we are in it.
The blood is all around us and has climbed from our ankles to neck level. This blood, vile, puke like, sickeningly pale, death like, crude, and plague like has become part of us, has become us. Period.
Masks have become our faces. We have been replaced by our false and morally incorrect alter egos. We could once fake things and put on different faces, could be Janice. Today, we are fake. It has gotten to a point where reality has no place in our lives. Everyone’s living a fantasy and everything we see is a false.
Have you realised how we’re strangers to everybody, and the closer we are to people the more strange we get? Obviously not! We don’t realise, don’t see and definitely, don’t think about it. We who claim to be masters of the Earth are the most cursed species and will always be. We have no soul – that was traded with Lucifer for all we have today – deceptive, inhumane and rotten on the inside. It’s shameful, that we have no respect for ourselves, let alone another being.
This, my “human” sub-species is just the beginning of the end. Tell everyone that you see that they can rise – above what they are. It is your purpose to set the rest of these moulded humans free.
Its funny how we seem to be bound by this psycho-moral-socio phenomenon called society. We are so lost, and so trapped in this so called reality that all that matters to each of us today is what everybody else thinks of what we do, what we want, what we achieve, and what we supposedly are.
Aren’t we individuals? Don’t we have some thing, that little bit, called “myself”? Where has that gone? Why does society matter so much? Life is so much simpler than we think. Unfortunately, we as a human race, are skilled at making it absolutely complicated. We need to wake up, and wake up fast, be ourselves, be who we truly are.
We’re messed up! The whole lot of us – absolutely messed up. The eras of RocknRollas’ have passed by and best we’re just wannabes. Sure! We’ve got our money, music, our jet set lifestyles, but the big q is – is this it, and is it worth it?
There is a small measure of time that is left – to repent, to see beyond the darkness. But we’re so blinded by our shameful ecstasy that we just can’t, or better put, fail to see. Thoroughbreds! We’ve got our drugs, guns, hate, kill, cocaine kings, rug rats, frats, whores and pimps, and a cynical subconscious that entertains vices for all of our pleasure. But have thought, even for just a minute, that we didn’t need any of this to push us into hell. We were already in hell from the moment we were born. Centuries have passed since that moment, more will come and go. And still we do not have the drive to let this go – and this why you and I are in the messed up boat. That is why we stand unforgiven. Our whole belief system has been infiltrated by everything around us. The sad part is we have no idea how deep we are in it.
The blood is all around us and has climbed from our ankles to neck level. This blood, vile, puke like, sickeningly pale, death like, crude, and plague like has become part of us, has become us. Period.
Masks have become our faces. We have been replaced by our false and morally incorrect alter egos. We could once fake things and put on different faces, could be Janice. Today, we are fake. It has gotten to a point where reality has no place in our lives. Everyone’s living a fantasy and everything we see is a false.
Have you realised how we’re strangers to everybody, and the closer we are to people the more strange we get? Obviously not! We don’t realise, don’t see and definitely, don’t think about it. We who claim to be masters of the Earth are the most cursed species and will always be. We have no soul – that was traded with Lucifer for all we have today – deceptive, inhumane and rotten on the inside. It’s shameful, that we have no respect for ourselves, let alone another being.
This, my “human” sub-species is just the beginning of the end. Tell everyone that you see that they can rise – above what they are. It is your purpose to set the rest of these moulded humans free.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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