Tell me what I mean
to you and how much of it
I will believe you

Backs turned far from love
searching for my old lost home
nowhere to be found

Winds that blow and chill
lower me from my great reign
makes a humble man

Under leaf and grass
I sit, rhyme and sing out loud
sleep, perchance to dream

see plug.... ...rant&random (cont...)
yep, spiritLIVE...

ahem....
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little round andre, all poetic and funky, when was the last normal conversation you had? not that i'm complaining, just curious.
the silly little thrill at the reasonable price, will it survive this century? will the the computer generation change the world? or just wire it?

which is better?

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what ever happened to sacred?
'nothing is sacred' has been the cry of free speachers for years, now, nothing sacred is allowed?

today, 51% of american's polled disagree with the american government's 'handling' of iraq.

when the wall came down, did we not cheer? why was there a wall? because they built it, silly!
that's not what i meant. apparently, 'communism' is scared of freedom of thought, and 'captialism' is scared of sharing of resources. gee... of course there is no, law in communism forbiding freedom on thought. and, did you know that 99% of human history, we existed in the form of simple communism? gathering and hunting societies, silly.
the truth of the matter is, i'd probably be happier, as long as my friends lived with me. i think we could do it, but everybody works, and we needs us some training, and some land, preferably drought free...
really, it's simple.
you work unless your broken, old, rather pregant, or too young. funny, it's like the army, everyone works, no one quits. anywho, the gatherers go get food and water that's veg and the hunters get meat. everyone gets an equal share, everyone does equal work, everyones happy!

don't worry, be happy.

that's the plan.

plug.
nov. 18, 3:20 radio exam

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What is Your Destiny? by Valcion
Name
Color
Birthday
Destiny	Toast
Date when you fufill your destiny	December 14, 2013
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

coasting, on random thoughts
a lot of people are intimitated by poerty. does it turn you off to see it on my blog? or do you enjoy it? it gets much less comments...

?

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kid koala rocks:
just me and the hi-fi

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ever wonder what fidelity you were? eh, fido? meh. what's that mean any way? just another constuct of man?

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a waist is a terrible thing to mind.

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i have 10 minutes of radio to do, i need a theme.

untitled
throngs and plies
move and flow liquid
like oil on water.
I?ve heard it said
that this chaos scares,
the fluxation causes fixation
overfilling the mind.
colours become the rainbow
and noise disappears.
like stars in the northern sky
like months into years.
disappear, disappear
don?t believe you?re here!
over run by fear,
you too can disappear.

Oh yeah
I got those big ol' I I I I IV IV I I V IV I V!

A Place
In and out, like clockwork
Big or small, never the same,
In awe of the power,
This is the reason I came.

The texture, hard and giving,
The smell like sweet swimming,
Edge of the world at my fingertips
Perfect and never with rips.

A new world awaits
To those young with vigour
A very dangerous trip
For those who are takers

Caution is of need
For this you must heed
You must meet half way
Or here you will not stay

For here lay power
Natural and unique
Far from what came before
You must be sure of what you seek

...
ah, see now your meta bloggin'... bloging about blogs. lol.

seeing as some people don't have comment sections, i guess this'll do right here. the persuit of happiness and the american dream are killing the souls of those who have misconstrude the meaning. the capitalism which promises everyman that his hard work will return to him in more then just money, the system which procreates hate, and raised opressed fists to acts of inexcuseable violence.

Viet Nam
Kent State
Rodney King
etc...

but

i don't believe that my friends exist in this 'everyone' group. my friends will not be in deadend horrible jobs, my friends will take good care of their kids, my friends will understand that education is not the product of money, but of care. most important, my friends, i've faith in you, and that you can be content, or even happy. just remember who you are.

the history that repeats is the one left unlearned.

wow. that was quite the rant.
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i'm sorry we don't talk about these things, it's just that
a) the medium of blog allows for the removal of self, even in this quite personal forum.
b) alot of this is reactionary, not stuff i think about all the time,
c) it's related to mood, the strange late night mood that inspires rants, phliosophy, and metaphysics.

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music = 21st century digital boy
"my dad's a lazy middle class intellectual, my mom's on valium, so ineffectual."

oh man the 80's had a nice outlook...

mood?

metaphor
in my room, clothes are on the floor, computers exist without covers, cd's are loose, there are dirty dishes, piles of recites and tax info, textbooks and note books on the floor.

the light in my closet doesn't work.

i need to put my carpet down at some point.

and some other stuff too...

Who's happy?
i get the feeling that happy is an inflated term for a state most people expect more of. i hear people say "gee, i wonder why i'm not happy. i'm content, but shouldn't i be happy?" my theory is that the term happy used to mean a nice comfortable contentness, which most people have no problem reaching. but now, it's some impossible, unreachable euphoria. and we're all striving for it.

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erika accused me of not blogging enough.