freedom

Art

Art is your tool, to the beauties which nest inside
It is the key to realization, with false faces aside
It’s fueled by the passions, of countless dreams
It is the spire of your soul, beyond what may seem

It releases the power, of creativity and the mind
Endless memories and images, it shall unwind
It is the essence of man, in his purest state
Sources of fascination, it shall create

Art is the key, to the mysteries of a split soul
The energies of the universe, you so swiftly control
It unties the knots of a confused mind, to a state supreme
Infinity of magnificence, it shall forever stream

It is the source of, all that is of worth
It awakens our spirits, through multiple rebirths
It liberates our senses, from the shackles of fears
From madness in the form, of beautiful tears

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Sublime

I looked in the mirror, and never saw myself
I saw an image of truth, a reflection of reality
Just a display of physical features, but not me
To say you see yourself is a delusion, a lie
The mirror can be misleading, it gives the notion of boundaries
It labels you, it defines you, into a figure, into a form
It falsely outlines your being into the shapes of matter
The fact is, you’re formless, your soul encompasses all what you perceive
Your essence flows with nature, and your spirit exists outside your vessel
You are a being, not an object, an organism, not a machine
Sight cannot identify you, rather the images you portray
Not in the appearance of your eyes, but in the words they say
Your love exhibits ability, not in the utterances of those around
It stretches beyond expectation, to a future confound
You eyes may detect what’s in the mirror, and spot a person
But it also feels, it also relates, imagines and dreams
It contains the world of truth, and the one that just seems
It looks at a person, but sees a soul in a state divine
It senses a perfection, it realizes infinity, and a light sublime

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Return

Life is vibrant, but it is at stake
Its fire this system, is trying to take
Our minds are beautiful, unique to each
To infinite horizons, its images could reach

Art is everywhere, it spreads about
In wondrous plains, does its passion sprout
Our forms are existential, insignificant yet great
Unifying light with dark, and love with hate

Our eyes see not concrete, but colors of art
They project our desires, cravings of heart
They see the unreal, detect the lies

They gather the pain, release through cries

Our hearts soar free, with beauty to share
Into the mysteries of life, we’ll forever stare
These things that we feel, and keep hidden inside
Just torture our thoughts, and in shame we hide

Our lives are precious, we must see it that way
It’s our duty to share, laugh, love and play
For this blessing we have, into a curse may turn
Unless awareness is keen, and freedoms return

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Luck

Quicker than our tires
could rotate, the tiles
turned alongside us,
thrashing nothing, making
soundless, windless thrusts
as if to propel, but
with nothing to
accelerate.
None saw, but I
couldn't take away
my eyes, and not
for fear, but for awe
of the way that they
didn't matter. Not to me,
at least. I turned
to face the back of a
familiar head, and,
apparently,
stayed about the same.

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We need to take a stand

Screw all the dumb teenagers who use the term "YOLO"
While you're at it screw Drake too and the song "the motto"
I can't tell if the people are dumb or just simply confused
I reckon I should give a lesson on when and when not to use
You've got inspiration born from dedication from people who live once
then you got the stupid born from society deciding to eat a worm for lunch
Its gives me little faith in humanity seeing how people live their lives
I know it isn't mine but I think its a waste for the many soldiers that have died
We've been given freedom and equality I'm sure they'd be ashamed
The overdose of poison injected in our ear, The doctors are to blame
All they talk about is a messed up life and exaggerate the truth
Between listen to the nonsense, I would rather loose a tooth
Its time to make a change society need a new leader
We need someone who will make a change and be a good preacher
Cleanse the delusional minds of the modern day "Hip-Hop"
Its the same as a Chinese made Iphone, they're both rip offs.

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I am Shadow

Against the rushing tide we've failed; against the wave of chaos and great change to follow we have been pushed back in a vast ocean of failure. Our revolution imploded, our way of life has become extinct. Now our world has ceased to exist, and we've become orphans in our own land; homeless, despised, hunted, and driven to the edge of oblivion. What we were is no more, and what we are is shadow.

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ThoughtShock: A Manifesto Chapter 12

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ThoughtShock

Chapter Twelve
'What's in your head?'

What's in your head?
Best open your eyes to the carnival before you, a mad circus complete with 'puppets on a string'. Just how much more are you willing to give up? How many more sacrifices will you make before you start feeling any safer in this insane world we are living in? And do you remember nothing of our history? Our past transgressions meant to be a lesson but now obviously forgotten, traded away for ten second stars who sets the trend for the coming weeks.
It comes as no surprise to me that our entire system is starting to collapse in on us, it was buckling for years yet an entire generation decided to bury their head in the sand leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. The same ones who set the dominoes up are the same ones who teach our children that when you get in trouble all you need to know is how to buy your way out of it now. All the kings men, could not kiss enough ass to make this dieing system work.
What's in your head?
While you are distracted, bickering over the small petty issues the world is dieing. I fear a much worse storm is brewing over the horizon however. Like moths to the flame, with our mentality we become brain dead by the flashy lights of popular culture. Hypnotized by the slick fast talking teleprompter reading suit, that sits behind his desk in the news room. Believing without a doubt what this little opinion head is saying. Only moments before going live on the air a buzz ringing in his ear as a mysterious voice instructs him to sway his followers to that view. Puppet masters behind the curtains shape the direction of what is public opinion. Millions upon millions of dumbasses.

It becomes a hard pill to swallow, the vary idea or thought of what I write could cost me my freedom. I have grown accustomed to the fact that being a writer I will offend some people with what I have to say, and some that can be violent when offended. However to be locked up and imprisoned for speaking or possibly even thinking something that goes against popular opinion is sickening and down right disturbing in itself. You call yourself civilized, however a civilized man would not ignore the constitution even if the topic offended them.

Before you think I am slipping into insanity, that I am crazy to think our freedom of speech is safe, you my friend desperately needs to wake up from your dream. Free speech is long dead, Why would we need “free speech zones”? Why are there even laws on the books to detain and fine non violent protesters? Why is it that we cannot even question what the “official” word is without fear of being dragged out of the building, pepper sprayed, or flogged for “stepping out of line”. Like our constitution the vary fabric of what being free means has become nothing more than a relic. Like the great pyramids, it's just a symbol, does not mean anything.

Believe me or not, but your shackles and chains are not made of iron or steel, but rather your labor in the money you so preciously revere. The almighty dollar has become your drug, the substance you crave with a high so powerful you revolve your entire life around it. An object that has no more power than what we decide to give to it. So explain to me again why the dollar sitting in my wallet continues to shrink, not in size but in value?

What's in your head?

“Dead babies in your hands,
your crusade to change other lands.
Remember the sacrifice, we may have to do it twice.”

Dropping bombs in the name of peace. A crusade we are going to lose and corruption like cancer has spread throughout the entire damn system. From the ground up, its infected our sense of logic. What is right? What is wrong? Who the hell knows anymore and I can actually see the smiles on the faces of these strange people. Either completely oblivious or genuinely happy about being under the boot of the hungry beast. What just as long as you are not whipped too hard?
Zombies unaware of what real freedom is, and means. Instead you force a law onto another for something you disapprove of or find offensive. You are free to live, just as long as you live how they want you to live. Free to choose, just as long as it's a choice they give. Then you get scared, forget for a moment that life is a lot like running blind with scissors, and that we all will eventually die. So you begged and begged for protection and security. Tell me how did that work out for you?
Everything is fine, just as long as you spend that sacred dollar, work and cash that paycheck. I must ask, have you ever stopped long enough to realize that in this moment through all the distractions. There is a method to the madness, it shadows all the stupidity. That in this illusion we perceive to be real is not, and the reality of the moment is by far stranger and much more complex. So chaotic that our brains can only comprehend a fraction of the picture.
We strive so hard for perfection, when it is all around us. Our minds rot from a cocktail of mundane routines that have us trapped in a broken loop. If only to see this world in new eyes again. To witness it as if it were the first time. In the vacuum of space hangs a tiny blue planet. Lush with all kinds of life, and if that is not a miracle I truly do not know what one would be.

So once again I must ask, What's in your head?

“Left for Dead”

Everyone travels this open road,
driven by things we are told.
Can you hear my voice miles away?
In your head, you listen anyway.

“Had you found your courage, in the face of danger?
Never gave in, stood toe to toe against your fear?
Can you find your heart, when you face the world alone?
While staring into the abyss,
trying to make sense of all this.”

illusion that offers no promise,
standing at the edge seeking forgiveness.
Living in such a cruel and brutal existence,
and everyday you bare witness.

I thought I had seen it all, until I saw that angel fall.

Left for dead, left to rot
No use struggling when the system has been bought
remember this moment, the coward who ran
sold your soul in one great scam

Lets blame everything on another,
closing your eyes to beat your brother.
Stabbing god in the back, you would sell your own mother.
Misery shadows your every step
as you make yet another regret.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd like to introduce Chapter 12 of my book "ThoughtShock: A Manifesto" As my mission continues to try and wake up as many dumbasses as possible! :D

Your thoughts?

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A Slave's Words

I'm a prisoner
Ashamed,
We let down our guard
Now there's no more freedom
But who's to blame?

I rue there fame,
They shouldn't make
History to this day,

They took me from the
Motherland stolen
In misery
Oh, what a savage at hand.

Now my days are numbered
As we slumbered up under the sun,
Picking up cotton
When I feel like picking up a gun
And ending my all,
But still I wait for the star
To guide me toward freedom.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem speaks for itself.

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In the wake of suicide

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Poetry

The day America died, her children fell on their swords, the loss they could not bare, the slow, suffocating death of mother; the death that came not from a foreign enemy, or rival power, but from neglect from her own offspring. Those who turned on the liberty and freedom she'd nurtured them with from birth; those who no longer cared left her to die from the cancer they'd elected.

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