Bones

I live in this one and its up to me to make a difference in my small place and time on this earth and one day people well see who I am and what I stand for love of ones self and think for ones self is the only way that life is tolerable but 80% live behind things they think are what make them feel alive and not having the things that do that thats when one is truly alive. Bones ((I walked thru the panther's living room And our summer together ended Too soon Stronger than farther Strangled by night Rest in my sun burst Relax in her secret wilderness This is the sea of doubts which threads harps unwithered & unstrung Its the brother, not the past who turns sunlight into glass It's the valley It's me))CANCEL MY SUBSCRIPTION TO THE RESURRECTION SEND MY CREDENTIALS TO THE HOUSE OF DETENTIONTHE FEELING OF COMPLETELY GIVING IN TO YOUR DEMONS IS HOPELESS, BUT YOU CAN'T CLIMB YOUR WAY OUT OF SUCH A HOLE, YOU TEND TO CROUCH DOWN AND CALL IT HOME!!!!!!"Only waves softly answer when they touch the beach" I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Words have no power to impress the mind with the exquisite horror of their reality My life has been one hell of a ride to say the least ive been threw alot and still dealing with alot of mental problems which it seems the only cure is my music and god at the moment beside all the medications im on But most of all there is not a day that goes by that i am not playing the guitar or writing songs for that has become my life and I cant live without it! So if you have any questions ask away feel free anything is better than nothing. I have learned, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.' Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal. Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. “The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.” Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it. Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives. “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.” “People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” “That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-” Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is. I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something. I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. I want the freedom to try everything. I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel. Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you. I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments. People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend. Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies. The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. Whoever controls the media, controls the mind. fantasy layout powered by HOT FreeLayouts.com / MyHotCommentshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00TmMPXLdBA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcbWkMvMHrU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wf2oHzc_Lfc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnE4TB2ILEI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDd5_73GK5o http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpkeJWXY4ZA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rCs0pAbY8k http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oJR2A35FF8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqXpDdstjiU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xajqf-PhO8s