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Monday, March 16, 2015

The Inspiration

The damn inspiration strikes on the lunch hour. Writing this on my IPhone in zero hours.

Truth be told I'm the beat of a rhyme.
But spoken adjectives and verbs are not composed within this rhyme.

So when the hunger strikes in the 23rd hour, I'll write anywhere even while the Meteors showers rain upon my parade, as my names Leonid the true meaning of fallen star, like a golden shower.

So now I make it true, these words have a backbone within you, they mean more than yesterday, but more now than ever before, depression sits within my view, the paradigm shifts without my understanding, so what do i do?

I sit motionless without the ocean less flow; angles cry, inside my mind. Do I choose Jesus Christ?

I don't believe, in a man who rose from the dead, but I believe in power beyond space and time, horizontal, vertical and mathematical, as science is a focal point from beginning to the end. Yes, they say Big Bang never occurred, so the universe has no beginning nor an end.

Why no beginning nor an end? It's our imagination running wild like pebbles- no metaphorical reaction in a sand, which sits still like our minds within time continuum.

CHAPPIE

Sunday, March 15, 2015

fear and loathing in las vegas

"We were someplace around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . . And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" (hunter s. thompson) (movie trailer)

Thursday, March 12, 2015

t e r r o r i s t ! ! !

Just a Word

'Terrorist' is just a word, one I wish I'd never heard

When it's used to vilify, without the need to question why

Only fools would swift condemn, that which has not befallen them

Until you know what lies behind, the actions of a tortured mind

Thank your God for sparing you, the suffering others have lived through

Where are the cries of just demand, for Arabs driven from their land?

Blame the victim, turn the cheek, praise the bully, kick the weak!

Mock the man who truth does speak

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, greed, corruption, torture, lies!

Blair invasion, sly persuasion, annihilation, massacred nation

Keep on running, karma's coming!

Money talks, truth walks, oil spills, greed kills

Tide is turning, London's burning!

Bombs will fall and blood will flow, as sure as my own name I know

Until corrupt dictators go, brutal, rotten, to the core

Their day has come, they rule no more

Show me the man who will not fight, to save his child, his home, his right!

You can call him what you like, you're not in his sorry plight

Cowards stay and Martyrs go, I know not where, but this I know

Speak your truth and stand your ground, fight your corner

When all around, point the finger, purse the lips, pin the label, 'Terrorist'!

Just a word, but one that sticks, even when the cap don't fit

But for the grace of God go I, remember that, before you cry

False accusation, names of shame, at those who may not be to blame,

Their crime, refused to play the game, of meek acceptance, dumbing down,

Your life, your choice; Warrior / Clown

Occupation 101