Smiling Doves

In the quiet corners, uplifting the walls

That carves our names in memorable patterns,

How fearful we have become, falling away from

The world that wonders around our minds,

Whispering the forgotten secrets of the past,

Outlasting any empire left undiscovered

In the bare view, staring at our enslaved spirits.

The simple desires that leaves me calm,

Always yearning for a dose of honesty that brings along

Visions of beautiful, crystallized freedom songs

That rains down smiling doves & warm fires;

You don't have to leave just quite yet.

I may be found out, but I still do believe in you

& I may be locked out from any empathy,

But it's alright inside my static aged brain.

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Not It.

People crouching on the high rooftops

shouting for dignity, a decency to be looked in the eye

and be acknowledged like "Hey, I'm a fucking human being too!"

The walls are thin with a see-through destruction, climbing

& carrying with it, it's mouth full of hypocrisy.

I see the hurt in all it's swaying, shattering the curtain

as they march between with their staggering poles.

Yet another example of blind fold that etches wounds

on every person that lives within the perimeter

of the Not Rich, while the high class is just pawned off

to make someone else even richer.

There is no such thing as spreading the wealth,

only a carrot on string

tide right in front of everything;

A make believe marathon that only losers run and winners lose.

Loth Vogue

The headlines of terrorized newscasters
plagues fear on the common citizen
that waits for abrupt destruction,
suckling from the reality tv
that makes us believe we are apart of it all.

Tough Love is what we all need
when we become that deceptive to
alternate the perception
that we have been granted with;
I wonder how we've become this dull.

How can I break away from this structure
that tells me how to adjust to this
culture that ravishes in materialization,
emptying the pockets of hungry soil
deprived from the care of nature?

We sit upon layers and layers of illusion,
even the dots that collect
the very text that I speak from
can only be conceived if you step within the system;
Has this become a curse?

A Guilty Fit

Forcing pledges in piles
of smoke-screened pride potions
down the throats of kids,
taking the life out of suspicious
cowards hiding behind
little lies that grip us
farther from the truth
each day that we allow
the slum to gather in our veins;

The brains they wish they could consume,
invading the little specks that
wash ashore in our heads,
lying among the company of
broken titled thoughts that
only real dreamers would imagine,
passing back and forth against reality.

I hope everyone is reminded
of the blindfolds that smother
our vision, the in depth perception
is long gone for those who
etch themselves deeper in "society."

These are the wilted rain drops
that burns your eyes,
a sweet shotgun-to-the-mouth feeling,
dripping outbreaks of liquidated,
contiguous words that burrow
in the skin of weak beings.

This could be the only life line
cast in our direction that could take hold
in our current time,
instead of expecting things to change
when we start to feel like it.

Influx of a New Moon

Tell me how it is

When the dinner of a vulture's feast,

Nothing's left under twined chandeliers

For the winds to carry to the northeast.

The more I feed on faithless songs,

The more I feel out of place,

It could be just like the rest of long

Days that fade to a dusty case

[Of me vs. the world.]

Despite what I've been told,

The dim lights of denial

Ropes in anyone that feels old

Fingering the spinning telephone dial.

I've been replaced with sensible luck,

The rhythm of speaking tongues that tell

Me how to take in truth, so fuck

Anyone that doesn't understand my hell.

The Magnetism of Mirrored Threads

The consciousness of the universe, as a general whole of all things, continues to mirror and reflect our reality. That is why Astrology is so profound, because simply it mirrors our existence in this world. As the universe continues to expand and contract, we are then faced with the truth of death and re-birth. The Earth is much like a human being, it functions the way we all do in our daily lives.

It leads me to wonder if even this consciousness matters on the level of which our society has used it to make it meaningful. By making our time meaningful to them, we subject ourselves to the mind slavery and the capitalist rape of existence.

As we merge along the strange loops of pin-point truths that outwardly express itself within all of media, where do we stop to step along the Willy Wonka elevators of perception? Think of the ability to surface along a water of reality, able to emerge yourself through different universes. But even with the different views, what is the significance of knowing who you are?

When You Are Dead

At this mere chance of blissful, bitter-sweet reality that unfolds paths to true enlightenment we have all fallen into a pit of never-ending lies about life. I fear the generations that fall after me, even though there are not many of my own that will snap out of this insanity.

At this point, America has driven it's image so far up everyone's ass we have children now more concerned about what everyone thinks about them, trying to fit in with the new trends of music and clothing, forgetting what is really important about life. Public education has been a way to exploit that, clustering large amounts of people into a small toxic environment. I remember in elementary school there was that water fountain that tasted like lead, and in middle school we had fires in the boiler room, and in high school the halls were filled with warning signs of asbestos.

With a status update a click away, people are taking advantage of it by acting like it's The Jerry Springer Show, having online fights available for everyone to see. We are entertained by everyone's despair, I know I am. Everyday I have to relieve my pain and the government tries to say that's bad. You wonder why everyone goes crazy, well look it's simple we shouldn't be forced to live this way.

Truth is, our bodies will die, but our minds could live on, so be it if we allow it to. Our souls are fragile particles we shouldn't destroy. We have the chance to live up to our paths and help all others around us find their way to happiness too. Shouldn't that be what our consciousness is all about? This alternate universe is reaching out to us everyday to do good, and even though there is a lot of evil taking control of the image, we still can take back our reality. We are the revolution goddammit, we are the fucking innovators, the last hope anyone fucking has to get it right.

People it's time to wake up to this nonsense, this obsessive-compulsive love affair with materialization because it's all being controlled by the most evil beings we have come to know. The warriors within us is real, the true fight we have always been feeling within us is there, I know it. It is possible we have lived past lives, I hope we all have done good in those times. Even if you haven't here is your chance to turn things around.

From this point on you can look at the world, just taking a step back to the more simpler things about nature. The vibrations of the influence of magnetism within the galaxy is greatly reflected within our attitudes and decisions. It is not crazy to think that we can mirror the world hidden with our minds, but commonly instead we would rather copy what is popular in our society, thus never advancing to where we could be at this time. We are locked inside an envelope with the inability to go forth with simple cost effect technological advances because our economy is run by what can make someone else the biggest profit. Instead of providing everyone their basic essentials, which we can do since every good and service has become mass produced, so largely that we could effect everyone positively on a global scale but we don't because it is all about the money.

If there is any chance of survival, which I think is prominent if everyone is effected around the world (which we are!), we would have the ability to influence this reality to reach inside our minds and provide the solutions to the universe. That is the whole point of being selfless when it comes down to challenging yourself to greater heights of intelligence to assure this isn't all for nothing.

Berlin

When you need a guarantee,
Some kind of trust that never comforts within,
You could wait forever, or never give in to the trouble.
Tell the ones you know it's okay to go slow about life
Because it's pretty nifty to know what is infinity.

Don't be afraid, we all fall in the arms of oblivion,
We already know that something's out there but it doesn't even matter.
Could we just be the speck of light that we see as them?
It's not abstract to think that we are full of ourselves,
Our egos are riding dry with no real character.

Is it too late to let go of the past,
Because time's not real and it's what we keep dying for.
We can pretend this light has real substance,
And we can waste our days documenting events,
But who is there to listen?

Don't be careless, it's not an excuse
To be lazy or go on a crazy kill spree.
Don't destroy yourself over this,
You will know what to is to be free when you finally go.
And even if you've never known a home, your mind is already there.

Songs I have remixed

Woah, My Love [Mix]
- The Flashbulb vs. Fleet Foxes





Purple Figaro
- Joker and Ginz vs. Madvillian