I wrote these two pieces more than 2 years ago now, on the 27th of February 2009 & the 11th of October 2008. I googled myself today & found my ARTST profile, along with these gems. This was all before I smoked. The seeds that these great oaks in my mind grew out of are all here. History, can be so beautiful at times.
That is only if you choose to learn from it.
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'Honesty'
It's raining, hard. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
You ever think that maybe I'm not the crazy one but you're just the stupid one? A human being that has closed off all all other understandings and possibilities in this world/universe/dimension aside from his own limited one.
Ever entertain the idea that my ramblings aren't mad? But honest and blatant truth you fail to comprehend?
No?
That's why you're there and I'm here. That's why you'll die and I won't.
It's tough you know?
Being aware of all this bullshit but breathing it all in still, because after all, what other choice do I have? Until something better makes itself known I'm stuck on this planet with you.
Stuck in this world, created on another world.
Stuck in all this fallacy.
Ever look at a building and think about the fact that the earth, the land, and all the resources that went into making that building have come to us with no price for their services? That building could be free.
That building IS free.
But because of our own laws, rules and statutes we limit ourselves, and this earth. What right do we have to limit a fucking planet? What right do we have to push our useless laws onto anything else? What right did we have to make them?
I don't need a punishment to deter me from doing evil.
Whether jail was on the line or not, my ass won't kill shit. Ever think that it's all these laws that spawn even more of the evil we try so very hard to combat?
No?
That's why you're there and I'm here. That's why you'll die and I won't.
That's why I can sit here, stick up this finger, smile and say.
Fuck you.
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'Blazing'
I want to endure forever.
Past this life, I want to remember.
I want to remember this feeling.
Laying in the middle of my bedroom floor searching for something more in my heart.
In my head.
I want virtue, honestly, love and compassion.
From myself.
I want to be an example of truth. I want to be a true manifestation of his honesty.
I want to be walking with a clean spirit and mind.
My heart...my head put to rest.
I want to wake up in the morning and think not of man but instead of this universe. Of the stars, the suns, the planets, the future of it all.
I want to have the power to show you your mistakes. I want to help you realize more of yourself.
Because you are not real. You are not you.
You are only want you wish to be, not what he has made you.
Look the mirror. What do I see? Only what I choose to. I want to open my eyes wide enough to see what he has made. To see himself in my body, in this flesh, and perhaps see my very soul.
Perhaps finally understand the importance of my existence and then realize the futility of everything I have created for it.
Perhaps see the truth in how polluted I've become.
So when I close my eyes, and those bright colors accost me once more, my fear will have left me and I'll finally allow it to take over.
Finally understand what he meant for us in the end.
In the beginning.
In the next.
Did you know that I exist before the earth?
And did you know my eyes are windows to this world?
There is more than this. That much I know.
Everything you have created for yourself is bullshit. It is not real, it will not last, put no stock in it, have no faith in the collective works of humanity for no good will come of flesh.
Exist past this.
Transcend all.
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