Question Everything?

Ouroboros

2009-04-01T21:18:00.000-07:00

An ever-hungry snake winds wherever it can wind

Eating up anything that it can find

Digesting and expanding from everything it swallows

Until at last it has eaten it all

In time it finds the end of it's tail

Which by this point has become quite stale

But with no better meal for its mouth to find

It begins to munch on its own behind

Finish Line

2009-04-01T20:49:00.002-07:00

I'm running t'wards burnout

And I know that it's near

I'm running 'til burnout

But I have no fear

I'm running to burnout

And I know it's not far

I saw you as you sped there

Ahead in your car

I'm running t'wards burnout

But I don't really care

Because I'm running to burnout

But you're already there

Big Electric Web

2009-04-01T20:49:00.001-07:00

We are all entangled in a big electric web

Pretty soon you'll have a wire running out of your head

Eliminating errors of your inefficient hands

Thinking thoughts that your fingers can't understand

But what happens if we let the wires dig in too deep

And they feed us our dreams so we don't need to sleep

We are all entangled in a big electric web

Sharing words that are thought but are never said

While pages of ages of sages are shown

So all of their wisdom can again be known

By anyone connected to the big electric web

Who takes the time that it takes to be read

We are all nodes in a big electric web

And it's good for us if we watch what gets said

So the future nodes someday can turn and look back

And see wisdom shining for them to reflect

And after they read about all our old pages

Their turn will come to become the new sages

Synthesized Humans (Ode to N.Y.)

2009-03-31T11:29:00.000-07:00

There's colors on the street: red, white and blue

Reds eat it up, blues don't know what to do

We've got robot babies and zombie hordes

And factories that keep on producing more

Is it better to burn out or to fade away

Is it better to sell out or to lose your way

The future generations are becoming what they eat

Synthesized nutrients and hormone grown meat

We're out of the blue and into the black

And if it doesn't change soon there'll be no going back

Smoke stack plumes instead of trees

Algae blooms everywhere there's feed

There's a warning sign on the road ahead

But if you drive by too fast you can't read what it said

Six or seven figures have become the middle class

While the geniuses are all sleeping out on the grass

Wonders

2009-03-25T22:02:00.000-07:00

Towers reaching up to the sky
Sit back, relax, and wonder why
Building them higher and higher up
Fighting a force that will never stop

Yet up they go and block the light
Self-centered on being the only sight
To see as you gaze off towards the horizon
Stone and steel intent on rising

But what about that unchanging force
There now and forever of course
The gravity of the situation
That all wonders age towards devastation

Spinning and Spinning

2009-03-25T21:45:00.000-07:00

Spinning and spinning up to the speed you need to break through and get to where you want to be, but do you see that the other side for which you pine is designed as a trap, to capture the momentum you've built up and keep you spinning and spinning without a break, and never actually takes you anywhere, just there, spinning and spinning, a gear in the machine that you keep clean with spinning rags and vacuum bags being filled until they pop and spill to make another mess to clean up with more spinning and spinning and spinning.

Exposure

2009-03-25T21:42:00.000-07:00

Taking pictures trapped in time
Prints on film and in the mind
Exposures all in part the same
New ideas with different names
Captured, printed in two dimensions
Yet deeper altering our intentions
With new information of broader horizons
Images that will open your eyes in
Spectrums of extradimensional pigments
New views of reality's figment

Zombie Land

2009-03-22T08:11:00.000-07:00

Walk around on zombie streets

Where all the zombies that you meet

Wander 'round with out an aim

Pawns in someone elses game

Waiting for their turn to come

Walk the streets of zombie land

See undead shamblers under the command

Of some dark hidden master

Who awaits a great disaster

Guessing where it will be from

Always watching, he looks out towards

The landscape filled with zombie hordes

Flesh barely clinging to skeletons

And wraiths that drift forever on

Thinking this is eternity

But in the woods the werewolves prowl

While vampires hide in lofty towers

Whose foundations are starting to crack

Split by roots that won't be held back

From a great undying tree

That gathers spirits of slaughtered creatures

Which find willing hosts and show their features

Showing the vengeance that they felt

When they were skinned for meat or pelt

Dying in violent confusion

But the spirits will to rest be laid

When the debts of their murderers are all paid

The life-suckers' secrets will all be made known

And each of the zombies will be shown

That their slavers were just an illusion

Stuck Dreaming

2009-03-02T05:44:00.000-08:00

Stuck dreaming, believing an American dream

Kept sedated so I won't realize

Given everything I need on a TV screen

So I won't even have to close my eyes

Stuck dreaming, believing that we're all free

And everything I see has got to be right

So sweat shop labor won't matter to me

As long as the sweat shops are kept out of sight

Stuck dreaming, believing what I want to believe

Believing I'm able to create an uprise

I'm free to do it whenever I please

Unless I'm so sedated that I don't realize

I'm stuck dreaming, in a cloudy land of bliss

Spending all my time on spending my time

Never noticing all the things I miss

Too busy just trying to try to survive

Stuck dreaming, that there's an easier way

I'll be saved by a last minute stroke of luck

Or by some salesman that I'll have to pay

Who was waiting, watching for me to get stuck

Dreaming, thinking that things would look up

Looking up to see faces staring down at me

Dividing and deciding if I'll make the cut

If I'm worth the time it takes to see

But I'm stuck dreaming of ways I might impress

The interested investors who will buy my time

Cause I don't use it, except to get washed and dressed

To show prospective buyers my goods are fine

But I'm stuck dreaming, that old American scheme

Thinking I can do anything that I please

But my plans aren't turning out how they seemed

And the more I try the more I feel diseased

I'm stuck in a dream

Or so it seems

But it's not mine

Is it yours?

Why should I wait

At open gates

Getting irate

For an answer

Why do I stand

At a line in the sand

When I don't understand

Who drew it

Wait to be told

What I'll be sold

It's the same same old

But I'll buy it

It's all I can afford

And there'll be no more

Without our support

You better know it

So you can belong

Act like nothings wrong

Sing the same old song

And enjoy it

suppression

2009-03-02T05:42:00.000-08:00

training my brain to remain insane

training me to be a killing machine

look at the numbers, not the faces

speak with fists and not embraces

no matter what, you must despise

before you're close enough to look in their eyes

your first impression is to not be impressed

to reduce the feelings you'll have to suppress

Like rats

2009-03-02T05:24:00.000-08:00

Like rats, fighting with eachother for table scraps

Like rats, feeding on the corpses of other rats

Like rats, ready and waiting for a fight

Like rats, scurrying at the flash of lights

The Whisper in the Trees

2009-03-02T05:16:00.000-08:00

When the whisper blowing in the trees

Is singing out for you to believe

But your ear is too plugged to hear it

Your eye is caught by a glow it sees

That slowly reveals it's complexities

Showing you that there's no need to fear it

Secrets shared for taking the time

To make you once again feel sublime

As your bloodshot eyes start tearing

And the wind still whispers in the trees

As you sign the bill for your cable fees

And choose which channel you're hearing

Cue Card

2009-03-02T05:15:00.000-08:00

The world at your finger tips

With just a few clicks

But do you take

The chance to find it

Or instead are you lead

In cirlces past the logos

And the brand names

Illistrated by scenes

Of the nuclear age family

Filling your eyes

Till you dispise

Anything thats different

From how you look

And you believe it all as if

You read it in a book

Cause you read it

Or someone said it

And nowadays that's

A rare event to witness

But it's the reason I'm afraid

No one's gonna get this

Because it's rare

For you to hear

Someone saying something

That you haven't already heard

When everybody's reading

Off the same cue card

At the Inauguration of Barack Obama

2009-01-22T23:13:00.000-08:00

Manifestation of diversity

Representing both you and me

A well elected presidency

Empowering those who were powerless

By simply stating the answer is 'yes'

When asked to handle another man's mess

With watchful eye and steady voice

Convinced us he should be the choice

To bring new reasons to rejoice

Now here we gather in the cold and stand

To see this brave and noble man

And hear his ideas for our troubled land

But more than words do we receive

His presence alone inspires one to believe

With heart, there's nothing you can't achieve

Dawn

2009-01-22T23:12:00.000-08:00

In the East the sun is rising

While in the West night fades away

Light and shadow are divided

As darkness gradually fades to day

Electric Castles

2009-01-22T23:09:00.000-08:00

When day is night and night is day

How then will you know the way

When night is day and day is night

What will be your guiding light

As day and night both come and go

Will electric castles even know

When night and day both pass you by

Will you know the reason why

Timeless Advice

2009-01-22T23:03:00.000-08:00

Open your eyes that you can see

The things that the planet does for you and me

Open your ears that you can hear

That there's nothing around that you need to fear

Open your eyes that you can see

The power of the flower and the seed and the tree

Open your ears that you can hear

It's now or never and change is always near

Open your eyes that you can see

The ways that you don't know that things could be

Open your ears that you can hear

The sound of the crowd as they shout with cheer

Open your eyes that you can see

That everything is up to you and me

Open your ears that you can hear

That this is the minute, the day, and the year

Black Ice

2008-12-30T11:26:00.000-08:00

The rain has stopped but for the trees
Who drip their drops on fallen leaves
On sidewalks and on busy streets
Where droplets all turn into sheets
Which freeze when the sun goes down
And makes it hard to get around

Understated Reign

2008-12-30T11:24:00.001-08:00

Careful not to say to much
Try to reach but never touch
The meaning of the essence of it all
Understated is the way
The sun passes over every day
To daily grinders it is just a glowing ball
But what would be the daily grind
Without the sun's bright light to guide

Flags

2008-12-30T11:16:00.000-08:00

Pledge allegance to the flag, or to the concept for which it stands
A flag is but a colored cloth, tangible in your hands

But allegance to material that will one day wither and fade
Is silly compared to the greatness for which the flag is made

But words will often be mistook when a saying becomes ingrained
Is it the flag or a greater idea for which the oath is maintained

Good Riddance

2008-11-22T15:14:00.000-08:00

This is not the Roman Empire
And you sir are no Caesar
Your house can easily be set fire
If you aren't a crowd pleaser

Thumbs down pointed to the ground
Is the verdict of your terms
May history erase the sound
Of your misspoken germs

Autumnal Equinox

2008-11-22T15:11:00.000-08:00

The autumn leaves a time of change

Where all the things that seemed arranged

In colors green turn red and brown

And all fall down around

The trunks of mighty trees,

But no constant watcher sees

The gradually shifting seasons

Being reflected without reason

In the colors. But the yawning dozer believes
It's winter as he wakes and sees the missing leaves.

Shiny Metal

2008-11-22T15:07:00.000-08:00

Shiny metal badges sheen
and tell you who to trust;
It doesn't matter what you've seen
when nothing can be discussed,
Just keep the engines nice and clean
as hearts continue to rust.
Why do we struggle to power the machines
when the machines overpower us?

Skilled Labor

2008-11-22T15:05:00.000-08:00

The skilled labor pool is quickly dying
Because the products the machine is supplying
Are denying the workers the right to learn
Only providing the right to earn
Enough momentum to make your cog spin
To be a good part of the machine you're in
So long as you don't understand where you stand
That's how the machine keeps the upper hand

The Name

2008-11-22T15:00:00.000-08:00

The poets who choose to blame
the name
that they're given
on the life that they're living

Have lost sight
that what they write
between the lines
is what defines

The name
will be the same
if the title is said
before the pages are read

Instead
let readers be led
through paths of mystery
with different histories

Where names are assigned
by the changing times
instead of being resigned
that the times are defined

By names
that stay the same
and stand in plain sight
and block out the light

Casting long shadows
until everyone knows
the tune
and soon

Know nothing else
Hearts beat with one pulse
which gets frantic
then paralyzed by panic

And no one is to blame
because they're all the same
One name that each accepted
without exception

No blame will be uneven
but also no reason
for anyone to believe
in any more to achieve

Than just a name like a sign on a hill
that all the passersby will
see and exclaim:
'My, what a big name!'

But never take the time
to stop and wonder why
they needed such a sign
for the name to be defined

Defined, and assigned a meaning
putting limits on being
We are the weavers of what the future will be
spinning the tales of history

Desert

2008-10-27T13:48:00.000-07:00

The storm is brewing
The weather is right
Clouds are collecting
To block the sun's light

And the burned barren land
Cries out with thirst
Roots clinging to sand
Await the cloudburst

And out from the shade
Come the dry and parched
New friendships are made
As together they march

Towards the relief
From the sun's burning rays
To rinse off the grief
Of deserted past days

And the rain sparkles in
And the earth lets off steam
And suddenly things
Aren't as bad as they seem

Maturing

2008-10-27T13:46:00.000-07:00

My anger that I have is not with you
Even though it might be kindled by some things you do
We're all just products of the land we live in
And I hope that when it shows in me I'll be forgiven

If we can connect the points where our similarities are
And unite a network that will extend out far
In any available similarity's direction
And each watch it work in case it needs correction

We can stop trying to prove how strong we can fight
And start fighting to find how strong we can unite
Hold tight together and bear the weather
And we'll blow away our burdens like they were feathers

Break the chains that keep us tethered
When the umbilical cord poisons, it must be severed
So we can stand up out of this fetal position
And prove we're mature by making decisions

Wormhole

2008-10-27T13:40:00.000-07:00

The time, the time is growing thin
Before the new age will begin
The old stands teetering on the brink
With barely any time to think

All hands on deck hold onto the rails
As all the faces are turning pale
The angle of the deck begins to tip
Before the wormhole warps the ship

Into a new exotic dimension
Where suddenly things don't seem the same
And all the crew stand up at attention
As they pick up the physics of a whole new game

Blades of Grass

2008-10-27T13:37:00.000-07:00

Like blades of grass that bend in the wind
But can never move further from their roots
And when they start to grow too tall
The caretaker comes and mows them all
And bags up all of the shoots
The grass can only try to grow again

And the sun's heat beats down hot upon
The newly wounded blades
But the caretaker spreads some chemical food
And once again everything is good
As the mighty tree casts some shade
And the worries of the day are gone

Streams

2008-10-27T13:12:00.000-07:00

Streams of information pouring out so fast
Not sure whats true or what will last
Competing ideolouges slander each other
Try to convince you you don't love your mother
Try to trick you into blowing your cover
Try to convince you you don't need any others
Than some presidents folded up in your pocket
Get enough pack 'em up in a safe and lock it
Then get more paranoid with every breath
But what you're afraid of is worse than death
Getting to the end of life and realizing
How short it is is so surprising

Sculptor

2008-10-15T02:11:00.000-07:00

Be aware

And take each action with care

For time passes like a blade scraping

Upon a marble block that it's shaping

Squealing Beasts

2008-10-12T04:44:00.000-07:00

In the walls, running across the ceiling

I can hear them squealing

Reproducing

Producing

The next generation

Of infestation

Fed off the waste

I make in my haste

As I rush to avoid

Being annoyed

By the little things

That busyness brings

But while I go crazy

The rats are all lazily

Thriving

Surviving

Off of what I don't eat

What I throw at my feet

In the rush to succeed

We think we don't need

To watch the details

But what that entails

Is living with rats

Because thats

What you get

When you forget

That lifes not for rushing

It's not about pushing

Yourself to extremes

Even though it seems

It might get you there faster

When you're headed for disaster

You better slow down

Stop and look around

You've seen the rats

Now thats

What you need to take some time for

To settle the score

Before there's no more peace in your home

Because the rats won't leave you alone

They need

You to feed

Them with your scraps

That perhaps

Could have been better used

If only you had the time to choose

Your own path

Away from the rats

Life

2008-10-11T21:09:00.000-07:00

Life on Earth is warfare

And if you don't know where

To look to find it

You're blinded

Industrial Entertainment

2008-10-09T20:29:00.000-07:00

Entertained until our brains

Lay dormant in our skulls

Entertained until the pain

Is comfortably numbed

Entertained until eye strain

Becomes our second nature

Entertained, our time in vain

Trickles from the future

The Throne

2008-10-02T08:44:00.000-07:00

The thickened walls of the castle keep

Bury the peasents in too deep

With no where to go, their waste collects

The state of the kingdom it reflects

The king sits in his polished throne

Sitting, waiting all alone

The queen and jack await to push

The handle for the royal flush

As the king sits grinning unaware

Of the spiraling waters beneath his chair

Philosopher's Stone

2008-09-28T09:09:00.000-07:00

The alchemists have gotten out of hand

Too many transmutations to understand

The philosopher's stone turned out instead

To only transform gold to lead

Wolves at the Doors

2008-09-25T10:59:00.000-07:00

Dogs don't like to lose fights
I think that it shows
And when this all is over
I'm sure that you'll know
Cause dogs are people too man
Who bark at the moon
Knowing that it's phase
Will be changing soon
Barking and biting until then
It's all that dogs know
And to thrive off the morsals
Of the corpses of foes

Generations

2008-09-17T10:49:00.000-07:00

Talk to children as if you're their peer
They're selective yet receptive of what goes in their ears
So if you make it something that they want to hear
They might listen

If you choose instead to scold or shout
One ear in and the other out
You might start to get an idea about
What they're missing

Treat them each as a peer instead
And you'll find that the things going in their heads
Make a lasting impression and instead
Come back to you

For what you sow now you soon will reap
And the hope for the future that you keep
Will have roots that run generations deep
Growing through you

Mill Pond Green Design Narrative

2008-08-28T01:00:00.001-07:00

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Please check them out there.

Deja Vu

2008-07-29T17:35:00.000-07:00

Deja vu for sure
Like we've been here before
These lines I write, they aren't mine

But history will hash it out in time
Spinning round and round again

Spilling from your head
Come words already said
As visions flash upon a screen
They are all things already dreamed
Spinning round and round again

Pencil scratched page
Authors another age
Sliding through the sands of time
The grains cave in with every line
Spinning round and round again

Watch a little boy
Pick up a tarnished toy
From the toy a lesson learned
And once again the earth will turn
Spinning round and round again

Every Time

2008-07-29T17:26:00.000-07:00

Every time I get close

You feel so good

Another dose

Put me in the mood

But you can't give it to me

And I can't take it

Every time you say a word

I take it to heart

Thought that I heard

But your mouth was shut

Cause you can't say it to me

And I won't hear it

Every time you look at me

Stare into your eyes

Blink and turn away

Make me think it's all lies

If you don't see it in me

Then I can't watch it

Every time I get close

You feel so good

Another dose

Put me in the mood

But you can't give it to me

And I can't take it

Butterfly Effects

2008-07-10T21:09:00.000-07:00

Butterfly in a silken shell
Comfortable chrysalis caterpillars know well
While others fly, in wrappings dwell
When to break it time will tell

Too many threads to understand them
They fall apart and seem so random
When they break no way to mend them
Is the courage there to rend them

Break free and unfold new wings
See the result that action brings
The grand adventure will begin
Discard the wrappings for what's within

Conceptions

2008-06-20T12:25:00.000-07:00

You will see everything that you expect to see, but everything might not appear as you expected it. The less preconceptions about what you will see, the more you will see. You mold your world with what you conceive and your world molds you with what you perceive. Preconceptions which are given to you from sources outside of your own cognitive processes can act as tints do on your vision, blocking certain wavelengths of color so that they don't offend your eye.

Concepts that you hold to be true in your mind are like tools that you hold in your hand, crafting the materials that you create. Biased preconception that are handed to you that you choose to hold will hinder your hands from crafting your own ideas, acting as burdens hung around your wrists, slowing you down and inhibiting you from experiencing the world in balance. When we work within the balance of nature and within the balance of human emotions, we can live sustainably, if that is what we each expect to see.

As you are constantly thinking of what to expect next, your brain is processing, creating new information to prepare you for how to react. Preconceptions generated in this preparatory process can be useful and act as a shield would in combat, but once a peaceful situation is reached, the shields can be put down. Old preconceptions that have been held onto for too long become obsolete as the conditions in which they were created change. Flexibility and recyclibility become virtues in the concepts that we hold.

Momentary Living

2008-06-07T14:36:00.000-07:00

Waiting for the time to arrive
The moment when you feel alive
Like lightning bolts shooting from your eyes
And lighting up the cloudy skies

In dreams you see the brilliant flash
But wake up in a pile of trash
Knowing that there must be more
But unaware of the current score

Unaware, so again you wait
Unsure if you're early or late
Knowing only that when it comes
Warmth like basking in the sun
Melting away the layers of shivers
When the message is delivered

The Ancient Forest

2008-04-18T13:02:00.000-07:00

Underneath the ancient trees that grow their branches high towards the sky to gather up the light and filter it to flowing shades of emerald and jade which reflect upon the gently rolling waters of a stream where happy forest daughters bathe and dream pleasant visions of provisions from flowers grown to fruits on shoots that bend down from the branches of the trees, and pleased, the daughters freely play.

A sudden shudder in the leaves breaks them from their peaceful dreams to hear a buzzing strange machine the likes of which they've never seen. With cold claws it tears tender trees up from the earth and shakes the dirt off as it feeds entire trees to it's ever chewing teeth, billowing black coughs into the air that scare all the creatures on the boughs as they huddle and watch how the noble forest daughters go forward and are slaughtered by spinning blades. And the river runs red and black with blood and mud, turning dreams of those downstream into nightmares, but the machine has no cares as it bears it's buzzing blades into the trees.

Silence is gold

2008-04-18T12:12:00.000-07:00

If silence is golden, what's the value of gold
What are we holding when our tongues have grown cold

Silence is but the absence of sound
Empty hands pass nothing around

Silence means no sweet songs to hear
No encouraging words to ward off fear

Silence, the beginning of the end
Another missed chance to make a friend

Silence, how does it differ from death
It's sadder for it has a wasted breath

The Dread

2008-04-18T11:58:00.000-07:00

The truth is you're just too scared to move
Scared of anything that might make you fall in love
With something outside of the dream you've been shown
Scared of what you've missed by not searching on your own
So you don't stand up, never take a look
At the stories that you can't find in any books
The stories of hunger, from the underfed
About searching for a bite, running from the dread

Countless people over centuries living in pain
How much longer will the story go on unchanged
Much more convenient to just fill your head
With what the television tells you so easily instead
Of taking a look at the path that lies ahead
If you're lonely now, start breaking your bread
Share what you've got while there's things to share
So if something happens to you theres someone who'll care

So when you're searching for a bite, running from the dread
You'll have a peaceful place to lay your head

Political Magicians

2008-04-18T11:51:00.000-07:00

Political magicians are getting suspicious
To much ambitions to define what's religious
The voters will believe what their eyes will see
Constantly receiving what their opinions should be
Politicians sit back and have a nice chat
Humans die in Iraq while the pigs get fat

Fast Fix For Information Addicts

2008-04-18T11:42:00.000-07:00

Growing ooze that eats the brain
But makes you feel fit and keen
Makes it fun to go insane
Spend your time inside the machine

Spend it as it passes by
But what returns for all the cost
A little amusement for the eye
To distract from all that's being lost

Ignorance is the bliss we choose
The distraction that we're fed
While our work is being used
From now until the day we're dead

We all will die at once together
A certain death we're preparing for
Predicted more than the weather
Killed by the chaos of a constant war.

Killed in the chaos of a constant war
Never quite knowing what we're fighting for
And yet we keep on asking for more

The Beanstalk

2008-04-18T11:39:00.001-07:00

Jack and the Beanstalk
Planting a seed
A new kind of growth
Is what he needs

Growing up a plant
To climb up to the clouds
Let the Golden Goose go
And throw the giants down

Fantasy

2008-04-18T11:23:00.000-07:00

What is the sword stuck in the stone
And how long has it been since the blade was honed
Sits in a museum for visitors to see
But the velvet ropes keep it out of reach

Where is the dragon's mountain cave
Sits on a pile of gold he's saved
Razor teeth and fiery breath
Guarantee intruders a certain death

Who is the knight that can wield the blade
And climb to the mountain unafraid
Realizing the dragon is not the greatest danger
But could make a good ally as the weather gets stranger

Extreme Boundaries

2008-01-09T12:36:00.000-08:00

Walking around in extremes,
or so it seems;
maybe just walking around in dreams.
Carefully woven schemes
cannot be broken
without choking
off the air supply.
You might wonder why
no one dares to touch it.
You can't budge it.
It was already shoved
and fell from above,
crashed with a big thud
and left broken and stuck in the mud.
But when the reality seen
is kept nice and clean,
no one notices what slips in between
the sprockets of the machine.
Too much armor protecting
so no one sees the dust collecting.
It's much too minuscule
to be mentioned in school
when there's tests that need preparing.
Tests that keep on scaring
students out of possibilities,
success based on probabilities
and skills based on numbers.
While a dieing generation slumbers
the greatest prize
of their entire lives
is rotting away in the classroom.
Better act soon
before your children aren't as smart
as the computers at which they sit,
and the future is dark for certain.
But open the curtain
and let the light in.
Allow a new age of enlightenment to begin.

Investment

2008-01-09T12:20:00.000-08:00

Some people just don't get it, you know. They actually do all that religious stuff. They don't realize it's just an excuse to get some days off from work to do things that we actually want to do. Like go shopping, and to buy things to support the jobs that employ us, and give us the money that allows us to go shopping in our free time. What little free time we have that is. You know, with all of the new technology coming out that I need to have to keep me happy and safe and popular, I've been having to work a lot to get all the things I need, let alone what I want. To be honest I've even been working some weekends, both days. I guess I see it as an investment though, cause thats all I can really do with the extra money I don't have time to spend, invest it. I figure it's a good way to keep the market strong, so when I'm ready to enjoy it, my money will have really added up for me.

The Time is Now

2008-01-09T12:13:00.000-08:00

The time is now to use our resources
To battle the oppressive and depressive forces
The principalities holding you under control
Enslave your body and now they're going for your soul

The time is now while we still have strength
Before they once again try to stretch the length
That they're going to make you have to jump
So you can feel ok with your self when you're taking a dump

The time is now to get back to Nature
Bomb Wall Street* with nerve gas so we can get on with the future
They're keeping everything held back at a global pace
But haven't realized yet that they're winning the wrong race

The time is now to find other options
For where we want our world to be
To stop trying to win by betting on auctions
While we watch the bids we aren't free

*please take this for it's figurative and not it's literal meaning, well, at least if you are a cop.

History

2008-01-09T12:11:00.000-08:00

If they want to track everything that i do then let them
I'm gonna take my fears and i'm gonna forget them
I'll just make everything i do be something that i want people to know
And i'll give all those creeps a real good show

I'll keep track of everything that i do too
And post it on the internet to show to you
So you'll watch my back while (hopefully) being amused
And i'll tell you where i'm looking to find the fuse

So at least if we're losing we can learn to fight it
Maybe dig up some good evidence that might ignite it
Conjure up old spirits by learning some history
So we can be warned of what we shouldn't repeat

And it might tip us off on what's happening now
The part the history books haven't gotten to
If like me, you aren't willing to wait and see
Just pay attention and we might write history

Satisfaction

2008-01-09T12:07:00.000-08:00

I imagine all the time we could have had, all the things we could have done, and all the words we could have spoken. I imagine it all so vividly that i sometimes forget that we never did it. I think back to the few brief times we just sat back and talked and realized that those were the only real connections we had in all that time we spent together, keeping ourselves occupied. We both had a lot to say, and maybe it didn't ever really need to be said. I hope it didn't. I hope it was enough to just be near each other, in mutual understanding. I hope it was mutual for you too, and that it's not just a delusion i had to convince myself i was satisfied. I'm sorry for any opportunities i missed. I'm sorry for any chances that i wasn't brave enough to take. I'm sorry to you, and i'm sorry to the whole world that had to spend another moment suffering at the sight of another lost connection. I wonder at what point is my imagination a tool and at what point is it a burden. Will i use it to foresee possibilities and devise new plans, or will i instead just use it to keep myself satisfied, content in the memories of what could have been, but never can be again. Have i gotten so good at covering the places in my mind where there should be regrets that i don't even see the new ones coming. Is this satisfaction if i can convince myself it is? Is this independence if there's no one around to tell me it's not?

Publish Post

Harmony

2008-01-09T12:04:00.002-08:00

When you would shed a tear
but feel too weak
Call to your last strength
and stand up and speak.

I promise
for every critic you fear
There's hundreds more listeners
waiting to hear

Waiting for you
to inspire their thoughts
For true inspiration
cannot be bought

Some ideas won't make it
some might be proved untrue
These are experiences
for learning for you.

But each idea
that causes another to think
Will forge in the great chain
of agreement a link.

You won't remember your tears
with this thoughtful throng
But might shed some for joy
as you rise up in song.

A song that cannot
be written or produced
But will happen on it's own
by peace induced

And the more that sing
the greater it'll be
Diversity will create
more harmonies

For what monotone moron
would march to just one drum
Staying that course doesn't
seem productive or fun.

So stand up together
and examine the lies
And over the dark looming clouds
we can rise.

Selling Subculture

2008-01-09T12:03:00.001-08:00

Subcultures absorbed for marketing schemes
Carefully crafted so you feel included
You're gaining acceptance, or so it seems
But when you go mainstream you get diluted

Dissolved, and packaged up for resale
Your heroes sell out but they say it's ok
Your history becomes a pop culture tale
As the agents convince you it's the American way

Shrubbery

2008-01-09T12:02:00.001-08:00

Why do we detest the wooded lot
Might be the only green space we've got
Poison or pull the flowering weeds
But never plant any better seeds

The grey bearded man with ragged hair
We treat as if he isn't there
But it's not the bent old man we hate
It's the inevitability of his state

We look to the future but refuse to see
The crooked path of entropy
With glasses bought from an optimist
Will we see the signs of the apocalypse

Fuck Space Travel

2008-01-09T12:01:00.000-08:00

A fallout shelter,
A backup plan
In case someone drops a bomb
If the big one hits
Or a fissure splits
We've got somewhere to run

The future is quickly approaching
And catastrophe is encroaching
So zip on your spacesuit and fuel up the ship
Cause going to Mars is a real long trip

After Captain Kirk and Han Solo
You'd be crazy not to want to go
But I'm so sorry, I should have told you before
You're fucked dude, you're way too poor

Space was a just dream of yesterday,
When we started to see the damage done
And knew it was a downhill trend
There has to be another way
We can't just turn and run
This is not yet the end

If we can't find peace and happiness
In the world that created us
Can't find comfort with all this land
Just imagine what a mess
Life in Martian utopias
With barely enough room to stand

The Sick and the Tired

2008-01-09T12:00:00.000-08:00

Stealing sons from family trades
For grand financial escapades
But no one can calculate the cost
Of our heritage getting lost

Mexicans fill the labor gaps
As Americans grasp their own boot straps
And hop around in a leapfrog race
Building a tower, but forgetting it's base

There will be no child left behind
They'll all be taught to march in line
And to buzz like every other worker bee
Continuing to pollinate the economy

But how do you feel when the beekeeper comes
And takes all your honey to buy more guns
Haven't used your stinger yet? Now's the time to try
Buzz your wings and start to fly

Supply and Demand

2007-12-26T16:05:00.001-08:00

Bow to big business as the great creators
The makers, or are they fakers?
Taking control of each exchange with a stranglehold
So they can buy up what we have and feed it back real slow
So we're thankful once we get it
And praise the great powers that allowed it
Supply and demand
Supply and demand
We're under the command of supply and demand
The more supplies needed to keep us happy
The closer we are to misery
Supply and demand
Controlled by those who control the land
In Africa sits many piles of diamonds
Waiting, separating their value from those who mine them
You are what you eat
And when they feed it
We eat it
And repeat it
We're told we need it
And we believe it
Supply and demand
Supply and demand
We're under the command of supply and demand
Imposing restrictions upon yourself
It doesn't feel like peer pressure if they're just trying to help
But your peers don't know any better than you
Because they never even noticed they were being used

The Separation of Church and State

2007-12-26T15:54:00.000-08:00

Each religion in this system seems more and more the same
All designed to make profits off of a god's name
Sell salvation to those who want it
So those who don't can afford to flaunt it

Robot Babies

2007-12-26T15:52:00.000-08:00

A mother's soft voice
Replaced by a glowing screen
A bubbling child
Becomes a buzzing machine

Misdirected Aggressions

2007-12-26T15:40:00.000-08:00

Aggressions kept passive for what, to be polite?
Saying mean things nicely doesn't make it right.
I know of the need to keep your feelings hidden,
How saying what you mean is somehow forbidden.
But don't expect that change is just going to happen,
If you wanna make a difference you've gotta take action.
Everyone is so used to hearing everyone complain,
After a while it doesn't even register in the brain.
But it becomes ingrained, becomes the new language
And we accept it as normal to be filled with anguish.
No good comes from living this way;
All we have to do is decide this is the day
When we turn our hatred away from each other.
Find the real cause and then use our numbers
For, instead of against ourselves.
Pull new ideas off those dusty shelves.
Speak freely and vent off all the anger,
Give the oppressors a taste of danger,
Make the principalities more aware of their errors,
And live in control, not controlled by terror.

The Welcoming Machine

2007-12-24T14:58:00.000-08:00

This machine is not built of carefully tooled metal
It is not made of diodes and circuit boards
This machine is made of statistics
It's made of fears
Made of helplessness
Of artificial convenience
This machine is not just the infrastructure that we build
It's the ideas we agree with
Or ideas we are convinced of
This machine watches your weaknesses
It tracks your interests
It will print you a new ticket designed just for you
It wants to know you
It wants to be able to comprehend you
So the ticket it prints will satisfy you
And when you accept the ticket
You accept the formula that made it
You tell the machine that it is good enough
And the machine is happy that you are happy
Because now it can understand you
And you are no closer to understanding it

The Gold Standard

2007-12-23T19:44:00.000-08:00

I look around and wonder why we're still at war
Soldiers giving their lives without knowing what for
I know that something happened with some towers and some jets
But the details are confusing so I'm starting to forget

Meanwhile I've been fighting on the streets every day
Making sure if someone looks at me I look the other way
I gotta hide the urges to look you in the eye
If you're crazy it's a sure way for me to die

But everybody's searching for something good to find
Turning eyes from each other t'wards the billboard signs
The airbrushed images all look so nice
But of course they forget to mention the price

The mercantile class is running the show
Selling answers for anything you want to know
If you're looking for love and a life of happiness
All you gotta do is buy this expensive dress

And go to this place where you'll pay a small fee
To get a small chance to be all that you can be
If after all that you still don't make the cut
Just rinse and repeat till you're runnin' in a rut

It's such a small fee, a small slice of the cake
When compared to all of that money you make
What else will you do with all the dough you're earning
You don't have time for much cause you've got work in the morning

And it doesn't really matter if you hate your job
'Cause it gives you what other people want to rob
And at the end of the day that's all you require
That you're the object of someones desire

Great minds that think alike have been imprisoned
Now they all think alike with their televisions

The media conglomerate will seek to confuse you
Then show you the way where they will use you
Make you feel unloved and alone
Then lead you along like a good little drone

It's all in the plan that they've been devising
To program us to do their advertising
And the politicians help to pave a clear path
For the media moguls to cart all the cash

'Cause the more they help take the more they get reelected
And we keep getting robbed by the system we selected
From housing markets to college loans
What puts you in debt just makes you a drone

Puts you at the status of a worker bee
No matter if you've bought a life of luxury
As long as your in a monetary hole
That's just what they want so you can be controlled

'Cause when a tenth of a percent of the country's population
Has the wealth to buy off more than half of the nation
Is there any doubt that we're manipulated
When you're praying for change but just getting frustrated

But the media will tell you it's the only way
For them to make money at the end of the day
Just like that thing that happened way back in September
But if they don't talk about it will you still remember

Or will you even hear about the latest news
If the media's told not to tell it to you

Powers uniting for the profits of the rich
Burying the poor deeper in a ditch
But to fat financial strategists it's all just a game
Disposable working class are pawns without names

Like livestock for slaughter you don't want to get attached
'Cause it runs the risk your cold heart might crack
But you've come too far to have feelings like that
Just hide your remorse under more belly fat

Or lock it in a safe with the rest of the illusion
And spread more lies to keep the public deluded
No one can know what happened to the gold
How our last chance for freedom was secretly sold

Thus beginning the beginning of the end
Imaginary wealth for the banks to lend
A grandiose scheme for wealth confiscation
Complete financial dominance by control of inflation

Like an alchemist making gold from lead
But making it appear out of nothing instead
The only value now of money is in the belief
That the dollar bill is something we still need

But the bubble's growing thinner anything might pop it
But no one with money's gonna wanna stop it
So it's time to fight back, time to realize
That we've all been brought up in a system of lies

From upper middle to one check from the street
We're all just wage slaves paid to lick rich feet
But don't be discouraged as I know you might
Because together we can win this fight

And it'll take no violence, no knives or guns
Just to not believe in make believe funds
Rip up your bills for they have no value
The true assets of this country are me and you

Respect the power of the worker
You know they deserve it, cause they do the labor
And turn the tables on the money changers
For we are the people, and they are strangers

Designer Gauze

2007-12-20T00:33:00.000-08:00

Tempted by images that remain unseen
Only imagined on a glowing screen
But to tease with the notion of being pleased
Leaves an empty abscess open to disease

And that's the subtlest kind of infection
With no noticeable change until you attempt correction
Out of mind and out of sight
Makes it a difficult foe to fight

Hidden under a carefully crafted facade
Designed in the image of the electric god
That first created the emptiness
Then showed exactly how the wound should be dressed

And sins confessed back to the master
Keep the authority omniscient to avoid disaster
And if anyone lacks the faith to believe
That they can buy anything they might need

Cast them down with the bankrupt sinners
For this system is built to breed only winners
No matter how many losers it takes to make one

Ignore the rest and worship billboards of the chosen son

Who followed the path of a faceless father
Ensuring that doubt would never be a bother

By filling in the gaps with commercial breaks
To show all the losers exactly what it takes
So if one ever gets lucky enough to win
They'll already be indoctrinated in the church of sin