The Monster is so huge we may never see it all. It is parasitic, fed by the apathy of millions and millions rushing headlong to become part of it... to become the parasite.
And when The Feast is over.... When The Lie is finally told? ?
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I walked in, bright and scary as the neon lights in the morning on the first day of school. So afraid when I swore that oath... "To defend against all enemies, both foreign and domestic...". Knees wabbling, I was just a kid, my cheeks hot, like the skin after the belt. Rules, regulations, political ideations... War. I say show me any man in this world who really did give his best to fight his own primal and idiotically violent nature and lived to regret it, and I will show you someone who is not a man. Then they train you, mash you into the freshly waxed floors of your own sad disallusionment, tear you down so they can build you up. Then you find out your television was lyiing to you as well, gunfire doesn't sound anything like that. Years later, between the four firm woodpegs of your mind, you find it there, another kind of war. Against systems and lies that feed in upon themselves and you alike; as if some dark spiritual amplifier were waiting to blow your soul to the salty winds and wits of all who fell before you, fed by circle logic and greed. I still fight it, even this close to the end of it... like that last bit matters more than all others that came before it, because that last bit is now, and I will never bend to it, never take knee. You?
And what if Ever should flee again,
so all is Never in the end?
Then find in Forever
an Ever to sow,
or create your own Ever...
...and Never let go.
The Monster is so huge we may never see it all. It is parasitic, fed by the apathy of millions and millions rushing headlong to become part of it... to become the parasite.
And when The Feast is over.... When The Lie is finally told? ?
.
deep deep inside there is a stillness
it carries and it gives and it will never stop
the anxieties and fears are little bugs on the top of a grand lake
nothing can touch those waters where your soul swims
strong and deep the strokes are sure
if the sound of the motor is too loud, dive in to yourself into the beautiful you
and know that i am swimming with you
oooommmmmm
swimming like a seal of liquid metal
part of the water, one with its currents
fed by the motions of the moon pulled by its
movments.
YOU are ME and I am you
I see it in your eyes, you know me.
like the wind knows my soul when I breath it in
it is a deep passion that had no bounds
it is a true freedom that surpasses logic. harvest it and it will grow more
I am not you, you are not me
cultivate it and we are seperate but danceing
like the lives of the leaves on the trees
going in circles
like the Tao
pillared shadows of light and dark in the forest
whispering sounds of the spirits
speaking your name
can you hear them?
I know you can too.
Last edited by shadowsong; 10-06-2007 at 12:46 PM.
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wow, war it itself is bad anyways. welcome!
Live life, but don't get lived by.
bad and good is all in ones perception of what is.
Wake Up.
All of this "new age" is what has always been.
Wake Up.
Look Within.
Find Me, if you havent already.
We're All Instruments Of God
Reflections Of The Divine
I am A Your Brother Outside
Sister inside.
I Love You.
I Am That I Am
http://snoedel.punt.nl/?home=1
and when telepathy becomes global
there will be no need for talking.
just telepathic communication
instant understanding.
Wake Up.
All of this "new age" is what has always been.
Wake Up.
Look Within.
Find Me, if you havent already.
We're All Instruments Of God
Reflections Of The Divine
I am A Your Brother Outside
Sister inside.
I Love You.
I Am That I Am
http://snoedel.punt.nl/?home=1
They take our sons and our husbands
our fathers and brothers
our daughters and wives
our sisters and mothers.
They promise a future
of freedom and peace
They promse a world
where hostilities cease.
And in the name of our freedom
they teach them to kill
and to compartmentalize pain
and to storm the last hill.
They sap them of feeling
and feed them on FOX
and when they've used them all up
send them home in a box.
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I am cheered by the thought that one day - one day they will give a war - and no one will come.
"Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to "die before you die" — and find that there is no death."
yeah,
but peace is more than the absence of war,
it is well, the absence of all extreme hatred and fear which cause war
May Spirit help us achieve peace
words are said- bombs will fall, all left in shambles, tears are made prayers are said, and death becomes them--- This is what exist today-- ombs fall people die and it continues again- a continous circle until some one breaks it-
The first step is the first for a thousand miles, I've hit the ground running.
which hasnt happened yet --
The first step is the first for a thousand miles, I've hit the ground running.
yes, that cycle, ever continuing. I remember the first dead man I saw out there in that grainy land of heat and hatred. different than ours? only because of the sand(lol). Dead brown eyes stared at nothing, if not just the ground. with as much of hope tattered, as scattered aground. as long as bullies spit bile into the hearts of the smaller souls in the playground, there will be war. as long as you shout at your children when you think they just aren't listening, there will be war. sorry it took me so long to get back onto the discussion that I started, my current "boot shining" schedule keeps me trussed up with an "i love me" jacket, and all the crayons I can eat more often than not. still new to this sight, though I must say it is invigorating to have so many comments on my current spiritual plight. thank you all so very much. ^_^
And what if Ever should flee again,
so all is Never in the end?
Then find in Forever
an Ever to sow,
or create your own Ever...
...and Never let go.
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