Thursday, June 7, 2012

James Blunt - In A Little While


'In A Little While'

Performed by James Blunt
(U2 cover)



In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while I'll be there

In a little while

This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love

When the night takes a deep breath

And the daylight has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there

In a little while

I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees

That girl, that girl

She's mine
And I've know her since

Since she was a little girl

With Spanish eyes
Oh, when I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by

My, how you've grown

Well it's been
It's been a little while

Slow down my beating heart

A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocketship into the sky
He lives on star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail
The scatter of light

Turn it on

Turn it on
You turn me on

Slow down my beating heart

Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love

A Blank Stare At No Repair



A Body; Is what I am!
Captured mine.

I stare,
not far from where I lie.
I stare.

Why?

Not moving; yet I am?
Oh, it is I, not Me.

Blank

Am I void of Life?
Listless, I am so little, so small.

I stare.

Why?

Suffocating that night,
oh yea, that's right.

Why?

I stare.

Never thought upon 'til late.
Horror counters my mind,
screaming now: Yet, I hear nothing!!

I stare.

My understanding is,
I don't understand.
Period

Leave it.....I stare

Why?

Cruelty repeated.
A plastic bag that was snapped just behind my head: DREAD.
I'm dead.

A Best Friend said, 
"Didn't know."

Since then, the Nightmares, Day-mares,
my eyes open or my eyes shut,
I am haunted by his disrespect to my truth.

No repent;
He just said,
"Oh, guess it's REAL though."

Why declare, 
"I want to help!"
When torture is what you get?

Sadism rules "He."

Curiosity to see if said Stories & Tales
of my Life were indeed actuality.

Further strife when I was ignited in fright.

Nasty reply to such trust
what to say?

Why?

A purposeful attack of the moral-less being,
is a conscience War for the betterment of that Sadistic thing.

Why?

Deniability on an untrained mind is an open venue
to the destruction of another kind.

Repetitious in it's nature,
demanding sanity as a "Rule of Thumb:"
Is a way to be sure that the inmates will most certainly come.

Arriving in droves,
as they always do.
Supporting one another with a weird type due.

Which represents more lies to all of you?
Looker on'ers or independent loners who....!

What do you call yourselves?
Ones that live off others pain and/or agony...
Poisoning with mindful thought,
stolen prescriptions every night.

Should one actually say?
When put into such a way,
that you scream in literal voice all of the way.

"Help me, I am making a choice!"

Uttering such words of claim,
this is not recommended.

RUN__________________________________________!!!!

I asked?
"Do you hold purposeful tabs or memory banks on my accounts?

"no"

But, it was the lack of reply,
the ease of silent rivalry.
This spoke with such clear and concise consistency.

It was the,

"I didn't knows"

the

"I don't remembers"

The enjoyment of him listening to my questioning,
this is how he did me in.

It was the answers with truth
that I heard which made this uncouth.

Spoken softly, I could barely hear him say,
"Yes! And I am an addict of you; I am!"








James Blunt - Sugar Coated {Original Song}


Sugar-Coated Lyrics


Performed by James Blunt


I'm on a bus. I'm in a rush.
I would catch a cab, but I'm not that fussed.
Another day. Another dime.
I know some might say, that I'm wasting time.
And then at night, another fight,
And I don't know what it means but I'd never cause a scene.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.
I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.
It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.
It's time to sit back and smile.
I've had a smoke and it's been a while.
It's been a while.

Hello dawn. It's good to be.
Did I pay for the girl lying next to me?
I had a love, but little luck.
I don't bleed any more 'cause my heart's been crushed.
And now I'm free - lucky me.
Yeah my girlfriend was a bore, she don't love me anymore.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.
I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.
It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.
It's time to sit back and smile.
I've had a smoke and it's been a while.
It's been a while.

A little hush. A little rush.
I guess now we'll see, if I'm big enough.
Finally it's only me.
Things will never be the same. There's no living life again.

I'm gonna make today sugar-coated.
I'm gonna get so high I'm lying here on the floor.
It's time these shoes of mine were fully loaded.
It's time to sit back and smile.
I've had a smoke and it's been a while.
It's been a while.

Illumination



Curling into a ball of what I had hoped would not be seen,
these Red Beings appeared.

As the men had already encircled me,
my height of fright lept out of sight
as the anticipation of the unseen rose.

Chanting, is what would be assumed.
But, Men spoke words of Wise.

Enraged were the Ones they called,
for, I was "Three Feet Tall." Not She.

Begging, Pleading, lost in Dine:
I spoke no language known.
For tears and shaking and screaming howls,
are Universally known!

I look back upon that day,
and miss these days of quake.
Should it be so, then we will be close again,
for I seem so broke.

In spirit of Mind, "I know."

I need for them to be for Me.
"Loki ! Please don't choke !!"
I speak, "I miss the comfort of..."

The not yelling, not hitting, not lying
this had No Rule.

It was not known,
for Innocence seemed new.

Lovingly, they turned from me
held their links with strength.
Separated out the sickening beings,
and welded the rest with stealth.

Onward, Forward was the War;
A "Battle Cry" not known.

Invasion of such depths of Souls
vanquished all, but Men!

Repeated for the sake of sight.
Go gingerly; There are screams down there.
To sneak into or upon such Lairs,
makes Dens look especially cool.

Old, Archaic it seems.

Ancient Souls?
Planets of Gold?
Platinum a Degree?

It is the heat upon such "Rocks"
that lends what misses me.

To throw beyond your Earthly home
deliverance of knowledge square: Says;

 "No Oracle."
"No Sage."
 "No Genius exists."
 "Because you say, "Not fair?"."

Heard you clearly each time you held;
so hard, such bitter thoughts.

Redemption comes; It won't rebel!!
It even sits the fence.

It will not repent, Lucifer sent.

However, difference will rear itself.
No matter to your thought.
Practice on, this creature of,
and darkness you will spot.

Not Yesteryear or Yesterday or in Tomorrows terrible news.

KNOW!

This will simply be a mirrored reflection
of all that you have done.

And now I say,
 "Good Day, to each and every one of You."



Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Rosicrucian: Mystical Knowledge Of & Power Over Certain Forces Of Nature




Dank the deep.
It seeps what some wept.
Bloodied were the eyes of few,
I held tight to all I knew.

A soul-less creature of that I was.
I am! A thing!
That is still missing!!
No Heart; Emotions trade upon the Winds of what is made. 

Left so quickly.
Not one human thought.
What would happen? If her Soul was bought?

Terror filled my lacking of such a crime.
Demands were made, they were not mine.
Anger stilled in front of what deprives thee now.

What a thought to think today.

I have read, 10th Grade, are Graduates made.
To keep it simple in words, not Rote:
'A mechanical routine'
Repetition without understanding.

Compare this to,
"The roar of the surf."

A Note will carry a tune.
If not; A deaf, mute you are.
For then:
It may be a car that can deliver such rumblings from afar.

For "Hope" in general should just be.
No humbling or begging; Presumably.

Knod off these notions.
For they must be only old ideas: "I seethe."
Since Hope of Sense is crumbling.

The fence of "Worldly Deeds,"
obligations which we need,
for men to stand, not plead.

It is leaning on me,
to speak of what is so unheavenly.

Authors of speech and say.
Tweet each other every day.
As words become symbols and format is fumbling,
our languages are lost to 
"The Ages Of Shame"

Belief in Rosicrucianism will not be to blame.

~


"DEATH, so called, is a thing that makes men weep,
and yet a third of life is passed in sleep."

BYRON



For Parchments Sake




On parchment dried and hung for Creed
I stared upon what I thought was.

Not for sake of wonderment;
But, for sake of sane.

Could in a moment:
A Soul?
A Heart?
And what I saw be gone?

Leaving only witness to Decree?

A dipping well with pen which did lap ink,
a thin, long bone, with marrow spared, the feather must have flown.
It tipped the thick and dark-like substance, red ink it seemed once moved.
drawn-up within the thread, blood?

"This Child...."
The words poured,
like the sink I heard no more.

"Where did all that......?
 Where did that young boy go?"
I seemed further from myself
the distance seemed to grow, the louder I seemed to be.

I sank to "NO" that I was next:
A wet, a skin-like shawl stopped me.

"A lamp, I'm not"
I screeched!

"Nor girl of Soul, I take"



"Heed yourself"
An unearthly voice spoke in serious stake.

For there it ends for me.
My soul doth take,
I no longer need,
to toil upon such deed.


A Race Without A Bell To Ring!!

 
 My thoughts are full of screaming,
my eyes Eternally Seeing.
Fright of what horror is bringing,
for all of you to hear.

Deafness towards internal views
has angered soul-less Muse.
In a vexed and cursed reach,
she hates the words you seethe.

The Devil himself will check.
Just to look; To speak.
"Do You exist?"
"Are you mute of speech in mouth and not of Mind?"
"Spill filth?"

Questions asked; Evolution states;
with calm report as Creation repents.
"Must one be separate in total?
for Peace to even make sense?"

Sadly in response,
the Ancient Wheel turns,
"Yes"




"Mine is no horse with wings, to gain.
The region of the Spheral chime;
He does but drag a rumbling wain,
Cheered by the coupled bells of rhyme."

COVENTRY PATMORE.

The Age Of Sage



The width of what stands between
is often never seen.
Nature reveals the kindness of mean
by enabling us to do what is clean.

Assumptions of Human Beings
crush all of the Ones with Wings.
It is the innocence of hope it seems
that can deliver simply everything.

Our youth in this Universal Stance,
of what is a Galatical view
lends towards a kinder outcome.
In-spite of all of You!!

Turning away from a natural cry,
is a simple way for you to say,
"Help Yourself."

Places guilt upon not silt:
For you seem not normal.

Inasmuch as you tend to point,
the blame at every boy and girl; Possession.

Possession, seems a Degree

I know I feel the heat within me!!

No match can be made,
if rape receives aid
from Pastors, Ministers
in Lands far away.

Our color has no preference to you!
In common you would have thought; 

KNOW

It is the silence that bonds our lives
this is what takes us to the very brink.

Kicking us out:  All You Shout.
These are repetitive sentences
with no way out.

Our Words?
Which ones?
"Speak" You scream.

We are weak.
Age Five is dangerous
and most of us Die!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

To Really Be, Is To Sacrafice It All. For There Are No Guarantees in Life. But, In Death There Are Certainties'




Look into the Eyes of what you say is not there,
you will blind yourself with the light of innocent repair.
Etched upon your Soul,
will bare witness to your presumption of thought to have done so.

No One person, nobody ever stops, warns or simply says,
"WAIT!"
"Go blind you will; Don't look there."

Anything said in spoken Verse would help,
I am sure.

Belief in that Childhood Dream!!
There was one other I put before myself;
That Boy: I am sure a Man by now.

Thinking that each of us would make an equal whole;
I pushed on.

I comforted my then Soul.
For in the grand World of ours,
such innocence did roam!

So selective, so directed, so hopeful I was.
For what I knew was the destiny for Two.

A youthful dream should never be torn from a child.
Such incredible thoughts are life coming through
so adults know the Universe is true.

Men and Women are not bought,
or, are they?

A Bus, a Municipality may schedule to maintain a stop every 20 Minutes,
for timely sake, not for the gander of another sexual hit.

Love; Well, that is meant to be a once in a Lifetime Experience.
So, I thought, "A boy and a girl," you know how the song goes.
And yet it seems all we do is slave.

I know that we must work to know.
Faith to believe and be able to dream of "He."
It is important to be true to ourselves,
be true to memories not yet made.

Yet, be pliable, understanding, patient and empathic enough within our beings
to feel the freedom of peaceful residence when it delivers us the news to wait.

Not manipulate the situation so that it is pushed our way on our time schedule,
 as it seems the female gender loves to do.

Rather, cooperate when the outcomes are different,
varied from that which we may have imagined at one time.
Maybe excitement will be delivered by our Knight,
not the nightmare you expect will happen.

Mother Nature shows us or even in a kinder fashion,
examples for each of us a path to this kind of living each and everyday.

She pours her Wealth upon this land,
with simplicity and exactness, she is so very grand.
Erupting as we do, she does it at will,
just so we can fill our Till.

Giving to Man something so that we may continue to build.

Our lives are interrupted, we experience great personal loss.
However, our Minds, our Intellectual thoughts blossom
when we begin to ponder on how to warn ourselves.

For with certainty,
we do know of her impending thoughts for furthering her growth,
her magnitude, her grandeur.

Yet! In anger, or rage, we point at Her.
We blame Her for our loss.

The suffering for Human Beings is felt across the board.
How could it not be?

However, who cries and holds Mother Natures woes.
For Father Nature seems to not be Home.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

I Missed My Ride...With Death That Is!!



Disconnect with what is unnatural.
Stay in the sight of that which will guide you to health,
not destroy, condemn, withhold what is natural, cause pain to you,
all for their own personal gain, just to watch your agony in first person.

Remain in the isolation.
 This is what I was meant to have been left in when I was so young.
Uncertainty will not be mine,
I will remain with what kept me safe: Always.

The other-side did not abandon me,
 nor harm me with that which is unknown to me.
However, what is not known to me,
 will kill your spirit to try should you see it.
I saw that in their eyes, that was clarity of another kind of reality,
not of this World, but, of the next.

The difference in between these two places of existence was undeniable.

Sanity is found in the reality that does not bite,
but, relates to peaceful desires.
I cannot miss that which I never knew
and I do not know anyone from this Earthly plain.

Forward, Onward, Solidarity of One!
I stretched it out over many years to learn how to be what I was told was natural.
At Forty Years Old it became time for Mother Nature
 to put back together that which had been torn asunder by Man himself.

To find after so many years of silence
that the excuses are the same and that the embarrassment for others is so great
they not only keep me at bay, but, cut me off entirely out of their lives
all at the earliest possible convenience that makes them look admirable, not guilty.
Thus, their thinking is that no guilt will befall upon their Life.

Forever and A Day!

The words of those that do not know how long eternity can last.
These ignorant beings that have found my life to much to bare,
 turn in shame from me.
They have said that they will never see,
 nor speak to me again in my life or theirs.

I cannot retreat into what most might be tempted to; A shell.
I must only accept that this is a guise,
 used for those that still breath with uninterrupted life
 on this beautiful planet.

As for myself,
 I went all the way through to the other side,
 to experience what happens when death approaches,
this leaves you with a personal affect upon your Mind.

 At this time in my life, being today, in the present so to speak,
I don't want there to be any misunderstanding
 with any of you that judge
 that which you cannot even comprehend but did.

I realize it was what I had done when I was young that was a missed-take.

Younger than the age of Four Years Old when first taken out by that "Snuff",
I now know that what I did by....
 leaping back into my listless body:

Now, that was an unnatural thing to do.

To have stayed where I was,
which is what I did not do,
would have been the natural thing to have done..... then. 

So, the final question for me to all of You is "why" bother to dissociate,
when in the end it is You that cannot associate at all with anyone like me.

Trauma is real and so am I.

He Stood As I Did, Tears Streaming Down His Face



To be without an audible way to express disgust and dismay,
puts clamps upon the Minds of Babes.
This is why we push you away.

Where does one find those words?
You know the ones that sound perverse?
When all we are is speaking truths of what you did to us at Two.

I split off when you did it to Me; A Snuff was my demise.
I jumped clean out of myself.
Terrified, afraid and very confused!

I screamed and yelled back at YOU!!

Then you,
the one who committed the act, the snuff.
You were gone, just like that,
 in less the minus time could or would count off such a crime
of driven hatred towards a child.

No one came, I stood alone, until I saw him.
Staring at one another, time lapsed.
He held himself poised and without threat.
 
I gazed upon my lifeless body.
Why was I dead on the floor?

A minute before it was the Basement of our Home.
Now, it seemed a cement grave for eternity
and yet, He, said, "No, only for ...."

What happened in those seconds in between?
He knew my turmoil, the one in the picture at the top of this post.
His face speaks volumes.
He shows the years of the silence I have kept.

It is the agony of such a tragedy that keeps me here.
It is love to Me!

I was shown that no matter the incident that pulls us together,
it is the solution that produces the offspring and gives you the ability to see your value.
 For all the grandeur of surviving such a horror will follow in Time.

And watched I am.
Carefully, warmly and with kindness,
from whom cared for this girl when all other beings abandoned my very small life,
for their own.

Safety comes when it is known to be "He."


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Do Not Be In Dismay, Just Be!!



Do not fight with that which you are faced with.
Accept that it is their responsibility.

Stand down!
Object to your internal draw to fight in the wrong War.
Allow the battle to be on the field of their guilt, not our innocence.

Forgive not yourself for an unknown crime.

Declare only your despair,
your anger, your disappointment and sadness
to the lack of defense which was never offered.

Stand Proud,
no matter your beginning.
Feel the breeze of what will calm yourself to educate your young.

Do Not Repeat.

Be Free!

Discriminate against what will damage the innocent.

Freedom is found before our birth.
It is the bondage upon this Earth where we learn
 to be that which we have already chosen not to be.
Stick to your guns!!

Be Clear With Yourself.

Stand across from that which you should not forgive.
For it is their jobs to do for themselves, not us!

Be free of condemnation and know
 you are innocent of the guilt of Centuries of such Crimes.

"BE"

For one day, with a little luck,
we shall be again, maybe meet,
or
 be able to find the strength to love once more.

Be True

Friday, May 18, 2012

Famous Quotes From A Man That I Once Knew



“It has been said, 'the truth will make men free.' The truth alone has never made anyone free. It is only doubt which will bring mental emancipation.”

“Stupidity—The top of the list for a Sin. One of the Cardinal Sins I am afraid. It’s too bad that stupidity isn't painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives increasingly on stupidity. It depends on people going along with whatever they are told. The media promotes a cultivated stupidity as a posture that is not only acceptable but laudable. When being or standing as an Independent you must learn to see through the tricks and cannot afford to be stupid.”

“There is a beast in man that needs to be exercised, not exorcised.”

“There are many who would like my time. I shun them. There are some who share my time. I am entertained by them. There are precious few who contribute to my time. I cherish them.”

“Yeah, well, I'm crazy, but I'm not stupid, hopefully. And I think we're all a bit crazy if we do anything that's deviant. I've studied a great deal on deviance and aberrant behavior. Most of the interesting people I've ever met have been deviant in one form or another.”

“To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.”

“It’s too bad that stupidity isn't painful.”

“Hair on a man's chest is thought to denote strength. The gorilla is the most powerful of bipeds and has hair on every place on his body except for his chest.”

“When one sleeps on the floor one need not worry about falling out of bed.”

“Those who spell Magic with a K aren't.”

“What good are friends if they cant do you any good?”

“What is there to see if I go outside? Don't tell me. I know. I can see other people. I don't want to see other people. They look awful. The men look like slobs and the women look like men. The men have mush faces framed by long hair and the women have big noses, big jaws, big heads, and stick-like bodies. That depresses me. Its no fun to people-watch anymore because there's so little variety in types."

"You say it's good to get a change of scenery. What scenery? New buildings? New cars? New freeways? New shopping malls? Go to the woods or a park? I saw a tree once. The new ones look the same, which is fine. I even remember what the old ones look like. My memory isn't that short. But it's not worth going to see a squirrel grab a nut, or fish swimming around in a big tank if I must put up with the ugly contemporary human pollution that accompanies each excursion. The squirrel may enliven me and remind me of better vistas but the price in social interaction isn't worth it. If, on my way to visit the squirrel, I encounter a single person who gains stimulation by seeing me, I feel like I have given more than I've received and I get sore."

"If every time I go somewhere to see a fish swimming, I become someone else's stimulation, I feel shortchanged. I'll buy my own fish and watch it swim. Then, I can watch the fish, the fish can watch me, we can be friends, and nobody else interferes with the interaction, like trying to hear what the fish and I are talking about. I won't have to get dressed a certain way to visit the fish. I needn't dress the way my pride dictates, because who's going to see me? I needn't wear any pants. The fish doesn't care. He doesn't read the tabloids. But, if I go out to see a fish other than my own, I'm right back where I started: entertaining others, which is more depleting than visiting the new fish is entertaining."

"Maybe I should go to a coffee house. I find no stimulation in watching ordinary people trying to put the make on other uninteresting people. I can fix my own cup of coffee and not have to look at or talk to other people. No matter where I go, I stimulate others, and have been doing so all my life. It used to be I'd sometimes get stimulated back.”

“If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.”

“I find greater companionship in inert figures, animals & speechless artifacts, for I can enjoy their presence & there is no psychic drain”

“You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can.”

“The other exception to the rule regards dealings with masochists. A masochist derives pleasure from being hurt; so denying the masochist his pleasure through-pain hurts him just as much as actual physical pain hurts the non masochist. The story of the truly cruel sadist illustrates this point: The masochist says to the sadist, "beat me." To which the merciless sadist replies, "NO!" If a person wants to be hurt and enjoys suffering, then there is no reason not to indulge him in his wont.”

“Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?”

“Don't let that little pyramid with the bright eye fool you. That's to draw your attention away from the real thing: the big trapezoid beneath it.”

“Love is one of the most intense feelings felt by man; another is hate. Forcing yourself to feel indiscriminate love is very unnatural. If you try to love everyone you only lessen your feelings for those who deserve your love. Repressed hatred can lead to many physical and emotional aliments. By learning to release your hatred towards those who deserve it, you cleanse yourself of these malignant emotions and need not take your pent-up hatred out on your loved ones.”

“Unfortunately for a multitude of occultists, humor is a rare ingredient in their lives. In fact it is their very lack of humor that has impelled them into the arcane and esoteric.”

“There are many who would take my time, I shun them. There are some who share my time, I am entertained by them. There are precious few who contribute to my time, I cherish them.”

“When an independent person commits a wrong, they realize that is it natural to make a mistake―and if he is truly sorry about what he has done, he will learn from it and take care not to do the same thing again. If he is not honestly sorry about what he has done, and knows he will do the same thing over and over, he has no business confessing and asking forgiveness in the first place.”

“Martin Luther dreamed up Protestantism while sitting on the toiled at Wittenberg monastery, and we know what a big movement that became.”

“When ghettos become the mainstream of society, islands of individuality cannot help but harbor an elite.”

“Some religions actually go so far as to label anyone who belongs to a religious sect other than their own a heretic, even though the overall doctrines and impressions of godliness are nearly the same. For example: The Catholics believe the Protestants are doomed to Hell simply because they do not belong to the Catholic Church. In the same way, many splinter groups of the Christian faith, such as the evangelical or revivalist churches, believe the Catholics worship graven images. (Christ is depicted in the image that is most physiologically akin to the individual worshipping him, and yet the Christians criticize "heathens" for the worship of graven images.) And the Jews have always been given the Devil's name.”

“To the Maker the archetype, the self-sustainer, human interaction is usually a waste of the most precious thing in his vital existance: time.”

“I thought, acted, and thereupon found myself removed.”

“Independence advocates practicing a modified form of the Golden Rule. Such an interpretation of this rule is: "Do unto others as they do unto you"; because if you "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," and they, in turn, treat you badly, it goes against human nature to continue to treat them with consideration. You should do unto others as you would have them do unto you, but if your courtesy is not returned, they should be treated with the wrath they deserve.”

“There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy!”

“It's a cinch that if you read it in an occult periodical or paperback, everyone's doing it. That should be your cue to avoid such stuff, lest you be relegated to the same readership level.”

“Truth" never set anyone free. It is only *doubt* which will bring mental emancipation.”

“Self-deceit” but deserves to be repeated here. Another cardinal sin. We must not pay homage to any of the sacred cows presented to us, including the roles we are expected to play ourselves. The only time self-deceit should be entered into is when it’s fun, and with awareness. But then, it’s not self-deceit!”