Come full circle

life has become mundane, or so it seems. for once i would drink or party without any thought to consequence now it seems to be all that i think of. is it the cause of the media? the masses? am i giving in? or is this what needs to be? is that giving in? so full of questions once more at least i seem to be me. who am i though without friends, without those who pretend to make me feel better?
Am i a lonely one in the multitude of zeros or m i just another number missing out on what lays behind the veil? i drink my coffee bitter sweet s it is now and wonder where is the water, is it the muck from the waste that will kill me or the lack of water? i m sure there are things we as a whole need to stop doing but wht can i be sure of when it comes to my life. i am sure i want to live, but what does it mean for me to live? is it that i am of the earth and should there fore take my own advice and do for me what i want to do for the earth? or is it that i must do for the earth what i must do for myself? slight difference it sounds now but the earth and her people need life without muck. i know i can take away a lil bit of that muck but in turn i will take it in and then inevitably give it out. i want some of that light ghandi had, to be able to speak, see, listen, all that i do is look, talk, and hear. i have lost track of where i am going and have tken a path that is already there, I want more than anything to live away from all the grime and muck but that would not help those who need it. long and short of it is I am in love and i want to be more than just a lover, but what is more than that? im not sure but the times call for me to be more than i can be so i shall be all that i need to be and only a little bit of what i wnt to be.

A reminder

The prophet - Kahlil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her
bosom said, Speak to us of children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's long-
ing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong
not to you.

You may give them your love but not your
thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not
to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with
Yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as
living arrows are sent forth.

Sassafras

Love, Peace and Honesty
I give
Truth, Freedom and Harmony
I fight for

I give my life so that the earth's work can be done
Now she has my voice
Now she has my hands
Now she has my life
I will do whatever it takes to bring Truth, Freedom and harmony to all.

Who will join us?

The sun machine is comming down

All this talk of time
Delusions of the mind
YOU CAN'T! GIVE IN! LET GO!
What can I expect of myself, the one who has been brought into this "orderly" chaos
With the truth in grained in my brain, imagination too great for the thinking's of the swine
They must be wrong
But we are so few, it is I who must be crazy
I who should be locked away in a tower above all this
Lost time, lazzors, demons and rabbit holes.
All more appealing than what is right in front of us
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH!
so much confusion, so many memories
I had a dream, in it I was awake, when i came back I was asleep.
It is all unraveling with us in it
SO BE PART OF IT!
STOP FIGHTING
CHANGE
AWAKEN
It is now that we start!
Now that we come together!
Right now YOU must BEGIN.
No more watching!
No more waiting!
No more playing!
Now we CHANGE!
Now we must fight for that ultimate truth!!!

Only truth I know.

I am me
You are you
Who are we?
We are we
We will
We be
We feel
We see
We choose to be

How I wish I was not me

This pain between my heart and stomach never seems to disappear.

It is less apparent when I am in your arms.

But as soon as I am alone and I have time to think it's like a spear.

Thrown from my head down through my heart and lodging itself in my guts.

It would all be so much easier if I could just forget, not her, not you, nothing but me.

I wish I could forget all about me and how I fuck everything up.

I wish I could forget how I can never do anything how I can never say what is needed.

Oh how life would be if I weren't me.

With no feeling of responsibility over all these blind little clones.

With the ability to cry and hate and love without feeling guilty.

I have you now and this is all that matters, or at least thats what I know.

But I still feel like I cannot be happy until everyone is.

You, them, even her.

You are more than I deserve but I just don't know HOW to feel.

When nothing is forever how can I forget that we are not either.

I just want to be able to live, love and forget.

Forget about the instability of life, the transient nature of love and the knowledge that even forgetting is only temporary.

Oh, how I wish I was not me.

A Time For Change Is At Hand

Time for all to wake up and smell those "roses in your dream"
Do you smell it?
That is the shitty smell of reality!

Now WE must make this reality ours
Know that WE must plant the seeds and turn this pile of shit into a garden of roses.

A circle of white knights shall sit once more
Dragons and Tyrants will fall to the floor
And on the towers of change stand our powers
Let it be known, Camelot comes!