I decided today to post a ton of shit that I had been holding onto. Things I was not certain that I should share.
So… if you read the things today, they represent a long time period of collected random thoughts.
To Stay
When they were learning about namaste,
Others were shipping out to ‘Nam to stay
Free love and free time to play
Sold souls and gave it all away
Mentally crippled came home to zero care
Found compassion empty and no love to share
Safe home shutdown almost everywhere
propped up on corners for all to stare
God forbid is the mantra
Class war vets living high on fixed bets
Glittering synth pop pill pets
Paved streets with denied trauma treatment
Fuck you, I’ve got mine care impediment
Fertile Mind
If you were to ask about the shits I give
There wouldn’t be enough for a fly to live
Not a molecule of the detritus
That comes from deep inside us
Nothing could initiate a quark of gravity
To pull that metaphor from in the cavity
Deep in the nether regions of my mind
When you climb deep within and hope to find
A reason for me to judge the life another man lives
If his life is based on the consent he both asks and gives
To oppress my stranger, that’s an unknown brother
Just to impress the false morality of another
My way, my life.
…not yours
Drained in Lies
Blinded by piles of pursued acquisitions
Running headlong into coming attrition
A maze to amaze from the things on which we graze
No depth, just breadth, high enough to block vision
Effort is energy, but not always progress
Movement is agitating, and often, we regress
Vibrations that phase in the ways the game plays
It is never obligated to bring about redress
Silence is golden, but not if we’re deaf
Listening is impossible if no tools are left
All the lies for which we prise the tympanic caul
Ripping out until the noise stops and we’re bereft
Anhedonia is not a form of peace
Falling to our death is not a release
A rictus they inflict us is not benedictus
We are naked and alone, but now without fleece
Hung by the Achilles, we’re shaved and then drained
For our lives and time, we are deceived and detained
Give up all you have is how we are trained
To support the parasitic idea they’ve ingrained
Silence is not consent
But it will not protect
When the dragons are hungry
And the pigs are erect
The parasite will never be satisfied
So it must be destroyed
Fire and steel and minds be deployed
Against the idea that meaning is to be employed.
The Process
Creating can cause a stress response. Bringing new into the world. eustress and distress feel the same when chemicals are fucked up. Flight or Fight.
Stare at the blank page. Stare at the empty DAW. Stare at the keys. The strings. The silent powered-off amplifier. The empty canvass.
The chemicals just bounce around in a neural stew. No answers. Just agonizing white noise refusing to resolve into a sensory gift.
Defy the static. Turn on the amp. Drag a sound into the DAW. Strum the strings. Press the keys. Make zero sense. Write nonsense words strung together arhythmically.
Motion defies entropy.
Motion defies entropy.
Move.