Gangster life (on the water by the Walkmen)

Who are they   

to take from me   

who are they   

do they not know   

they are mortal   

do they not know   

that I posses the anger   

that I posses the means   

that I have my limits   

Tommy two guns   

Salamander jack   

Fishy nickel's   

they are but names to me   

as we sit around the table   

the tensions of made men suspend   

life is fickle   

and we are terrible   

who are they to take from me   

who are they to try and break me   

we are all underestimated   

we were all young once   

we've all had our share of smiles   

and amongst thieves it can be hard to tell   

so we throw our guns up   

and whisper farewell   

bullets are our past time   

and boy how time does pass   

lives flash before eyes   

much too fast   

I say goodbye to partners   

I say goodbye to friends   

the people that can relate to me   

and I to them   

we all say goodbye   

but it's only temporary   

where the battle rages on next   

well that's another story   

my time on this place is short   

the terrible don't last   

Money is my madness   

because happy feelings die fast   

who are they to take from me   

well were one in the same   

we are despicable   

because of our name   

The rat race is for lesser men   

we all know that well   

If it means being free now   

I take my chances in hell   

Who are they to take from me   

who am I from them   

we may act as though we are enemies   

but these bullets are for my friends   

with each squeeze of the trigger I shiver   

we all rush to our fate   

the devil is impatient   

I'd hate to make him wait   

Blood is the payment   

Cruel is the toll   

But a criminal with a legacy   

beats getting old.

Lies to the king (Obscured by the smashing pumpkins)

The king the king he awakes in spring   

to the tides too hear the birds sing   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

to hear the words that the good people bring   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

to all the joy that the spring air does bring   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

and so does the warmth that the good king brings   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

and we awake to the ways of the king   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

and we awake to the question of the king   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

death to the king the people will bring   

the king the king he awakes in the spring   

but what do the people need of the king   

of the king who awakes in the spring   

who sleeps all year ignoring the tears   

ignoring the suffering his absence brings   

the king the king who sleeps in the spring   

who resides in the minds of the peoples dreams   

the king   

my king

Violent Explosions

Violent Explosions
Saturday Night Inside Out- Avalances

They say art should be violent, that it should shake you to it's core,

but I'm not so sure I agree.

I'm just trying to make progress,

But the road can be very hard to see.

I tend to sketch by myself in the dark,

late at night while it's quite.

But each mark is a spark

with the potential to get violent.

A Modern Soul

A Modern Soul

Radiohead- Spectre

Abandon everything before you

put it all in your hand.

Give it all

to your fellow man.

Give him your hopes,

and your fear.

And trust that he'll take it far from here.

Because all we have

and all that's true,

all I know,

Eternally you.

So take it,

Everything that's dear

take my ambition

and all that's clear.

Take it because.

your all that's important.

There is no more

all else is worthless.

Let me cascade my everything

I beg you catch it.

If you do your best,

I'm protected.

Starry eyed child in the night filled sky

Starry eyed child in the night filled sky

I can see your soul

trying to rock the whole continuum

but your getting old

with each day your shell gets weaker

but you grow in strength

one day you'll burst from your cage

and leave the nest

and be the cartoon you've always wanted to be

bound only by sound and color

and hopefully if your lucky

share in the warmth of another

Starry eye child in the night filled sky

You are pure energy

but you burn so bright

others can't see

cause they are blinded by light

and one day

one day soon

you'll go supernova

and end in a boom

flowing from the seems

with light and color

trying so hard

to grab hold of all the others

but they have their path and you have yours

and you are pure light

So when you wake up tomorrow

shine bright!

Ramblin man.

Today at 4:51 I came to some realizations I thought were worth writing down. Which is unusual for me but alas here we are. It was new years eve and I ditched my friends to go to a club to dance and bring in the new year in the company of strangers. I had a good time. I did not have to compete with anyone tonight which is typically the case among my friends. Which is typically fine, I thrive on competition and I normally invite it but tonight I wanted a break from all that. The music began to turn stale someone around 1:30 and I decided to leave. I enjoyed myself but I did not enjoy every second of the night.,which is normal. There were times at the club I was happy and euphoric and other moments where I was a bit lonely and thus sad. But overall I enjoyed my self. I drove home and listened to music which made me happy. When I got home my happiness faded into emptiness because I was not home alone and there was no one to talk to about the night I had. So I continued reading Oyasumi Punpun which is a very sad manga. Most every turn of events in the comic are depressing and the main character doesn't do a very good job of coping with his life. My emptiness filled with sadness as I read on. But honestly the track of the comic that I read tonight was not that interesting so I stopped reading. I then gave thought to how I wanted to feel next. Happy, Sad, or maybe nothing at all like when you watch reruns of an old show. As I sat up thinking about this my thoughts began to wonder about the nature of life, then I though... am I an existentialist? This was a literal question as I was not until not sure what an existentialist was. So I looked up a Youtube video to learn more about the subject, which I did do but that's neither here nor there. As I pondered the philosophy I decided to take a shower. Which for me is less about being clean in more about having a place to think, sometime I take up to three a day. My shower thought lead me to ponder the nature of my own philosophy something that I've been playing around with. I can't say that I'm done with it but I now feel the need to put it all into words even if I have to over simplify my ideas for now.

I'm not going to explain anything, that's not what this is about This post it for me and my personal keeping. You know what your talking about Donovan and for now that's enough only people that know your island well might being to see where your coming from.

My Philosophy centers around Empathy and Sympathy.

First off things have soul. I say soul because I believe there to only be one and that soul is no different from thought they are one in the same.

Second, time is relative everything had already happened we are just going through the motions, BUT this does not affect our freewill.

3rd, Because of the first and second rule we are all actually the same entity, BUT this does not affect our individuality.

What this means is that there is some of you in every person and vice versa.

The guide to life is learn more about your self through others. Every priest, whore, pacifist, and conqueror is you and it's important that you understand the connection.

When you live a life where you can understand the motivations of other you will come to learn about yourself. When you learn to display compassion for others you learn compassion for yourself

When you learn that evil and good give context to each other and that you must accept both not just in yourself but in other people you free yourself. The same can be said for happiness and sadness the way you allow yourself to be happy you must also allow yourself to be sad.

I've had these thoughts for some time but these were not the thoughts I had in the shower. In the shower I thought about how happy I was tonight. And how I brought on that happiness because I choose to be happy. Also how I choose to read Oyasumi Punpun and be sad. I could choose to feel however I wanted. and so can everyone if they knew themselves well enough...I think

Or maybe I'm just dumb.
   

Drown me

Drown me
Lone wolf and cub

Drown me in time,

cause I'm too tired of fighting.

If rest is easier,

well that sounds inviting.

Drown me in time,

cause i'm ready to sleep.

Life is a struggle,

so bury me deep.

Drown me in time,

and let me dream.

My creeping smile

is exactly as it seems.

Cause I'm tired of going,

tired of tugging.

I'm tired of pushing

and fighting for nothing.

I am...

I am the second

rushing ever closer.

I see eternity

and it never grows older.

I am time

in all it's splendor.

I can't think of a single thing

I couldn't bring myself to remember.

Life,

and all it can be,

always and forever

all around me.

So drown me

in a sea of time.

I want all possibility's

to be mine.

forever and ever...