Looking At Smoke spilling contradicting thoughts

Is it always right to waste for the pleasure of our own eyes?

Fireworks for the sake of expressing whatever. Freedom? I was thinking it would be funny to make a study about the human reaction to fireworks? Imagine if the study concluded that it decreased the human tendency for aggression and war-like feelings? Or I guess as Ahmed told me, 'a reason for people to drink'. 'I don't know man', I replied.

It is unquestionable that the 'dumbing' down of society exists and alcohol and fireworks are a perfect combination, with of course, the preamble by the media concluding that 'tonight will be a special night and I hope to see you there.' Really I doubt that there is an easier way to keep people in line. Booze and fireworks.

As I sat there I hoped I wasn't the only one thinking about the carbon emmissions from the result of a fireworks show of any magnitude.

But for some reason I am still dazzeled by a $7.4 billion F-14 scream accross the sky unloading its fuel for the sake of celebration.

Western Sky

Picturesk sky tells no lies,
the sun sets from east to west,
the light has come it will again,
the time is now for referendum,

A better place is of baron land,
So much space but we can not erase,
this established race white faced,
will learn the land not dominate it,

Towers of technology,
so high tall and unnatural,
buildings blocks are mobilized,
I will build a house from a tree,

Seriously here we are,
no escaping only traveling,
I am happy that this is true,
I will live my life with an I,

So now I strive to tell no lie,
a positive step in space and time,
Give freedom to me and the others,
Empower the mothers and brothers,

Change is no natural like life,
thus the only thing we know is right,
grasp your inner beauty to find,
that your mind and heart is not apart
it is concealed in your bodily art

Over Analysing

She sits there by the Forgan Smith,
Her eyes are sharp and they will wip,
my perception is art deep and close,
I feel that my body is a floating ghost.

Over analysis is used to make sense of life,
I can't accept your reaction as right,
Quarreling birds above me are fueled with life,
Their energy smells like cheap cough medicine.

Pretentious pricks are pink like pansies,
A flip of the hair that you wear on your head,
A turkey pecks at human waste abused and dead,
Are those umbrellas pink or purple?

Communication has become useless and wasteful,
carbon is expelled from your blood cells,
Social circles always a circle unbroken and strong,
I can see truth that you will become a killer.

Do I need life is my connectivity strong,
Was I born to be this hobo bum,
I'm fucking insane with relational insanity,
I don't need drugs to get outside reality.

I feel so far out through over-analysis,
I am now a threat to progressive pretending,
This perception is back its back again,
The energex is fighting us away,

Lock me up I will not live another day...

Trees

Down at the factories,
Souls want to be free,
Trees take root,
In chemicals.

Positivity in Social Energy

Universal energy vibrant,
waiting to be perceived,
by young thinkers,
whom attract this energy.

Thinkers before us,
examine life's tenancies,
looking for explanations,
is the balance found in positivity?

Nature as observed ,
holds the key laws and reactions,
imagine a utopia a phenomenon,
the secret: a balanced and harmonious life.

Natural is important,
positive harmony,
energy is all around,
learn from negative and positive.

Matter strikes a balance,
the balance of existence,
we exist as once scattered life,
chemical consciousness: Electricity

So there is an aspect,
one which is social,
take the negative take the positive,
all is one and one is all.

Will humans practice harmony,
or will our atoms,
find a place in the land, air and sea,
We must rethink positivity.

When melancholic,
don't think that your ill,
or cover it up,
with a 'happy pill'.

Practice compassion,
peace and will,
life is a mountain,
don't think its a hill.

A glowing amygdala,
will enhance your senses,
to make human action,
less damaging and relentless.

...?

Empty heart,
empty smile,
will the heat,
rise and rise.

I have never touched emptiness,
I have not laughed in a while,
when I see you smile,
I feel no love.

Your wrapped around me,
just clinging on,
It's like I'm scared,
this time I can't run.

As I stare beyond us,
I feel alone,
your not there,
we are not a pair.

Sex is something,
that I want,
but I am afraid again,
your not the one.

One is one,
two is two,
you say to me,
that it is not you.

Well if its not me,
then it must be you,
and if its not you,
then it must be me.

Will I stop or,
keep it going,
even while,
no love is showing.

I tell you,
I do no love you,
I assume you,
feel the same,

I remain,
to play the game,
what will it take to stop,
I thank the clock.

Another Sleepless Night

I have become pushed too far. Reaching out to no one with love and compassion, things become a blur. Distant light can not be seen as I am alone. Something is most defiantly missing.

Is it love,
is it you?

Looking out beyond the heavens waiting for the world to change. Something is not right.

How can so little be achieved through the lack of progress?

How can my mind and minds alike be drawn to such a profession? We are artists and free spirits, forced to cooperate, encouraged to act fake, rewarded to comply in the name of progress.

I am questing a construct that I have found comfort in. I'm afraid of myself. Failure. I guess I can never fail if I never begin, and if I never begin then I ultimately fail.

Is that all I am, afraid? Yes?

Fear numbed me and played tricks with my head. Fear, an illusion in life, which can destroy those it wishes to destroy through the pressure of subhuman systems. Fear will shut you down, blind you, create anger, and depress your spirit. When we are not afraid we will face the challenges of life not use them to destroy, suppress and exploit others.

I can no longer concede to fear, as fear is such a simple reaction to life. Those who instill fear into the lives of others will soon become afraid themselves, as we are coming, and we will not fight fear with fear, but make the world our own.

Power to the fearless...

Out with a bang

Cigarette smoke in and out,
Of this body I call my house,
The last one I will take outside,
The last won will smoke me out,

These feelings are controlled,
By whom I call them my own,
Dreaming almost schizophrenically,
Past present future align,

Remix of this short life lived,
Games turn you into a logician,
Searching for perfect harmony,
Melody brings you down to ground,

Thoughts feeding back like cracks,
Silence has won me over,
A distant voice asks questions,
He is my friend.