HOME IS EVERYTHING
NOD YOUR HEAD TO THIS
I LOVE YOU CRISTINE
..."DIE, YES, BUT DIE RIDDLED WITH
BULLETS, DESTROYED BY THE BAYONETS, IF NOT NO. DROWNED NO.
A MEMORY MORE LASTING THAN MY NAME
IS TO FIGHT, TO DIE FIGHTING..." - ERNESTO "CHE" GUEVERA
..."A BRIEF GLIMPSE OF THE ENLIGHTENED STATE IS WORTH MANY YEARS OF SCHOLARLY STUDY..." - BUDDHA
..."JUSTIFICATION OVER YOUR ACTIONS
ALL FOR A BELIEF...
OF FINDING FORGIVNESS
WITHIN A HIGHER HOPE..." - MYSELF
..."THE WORLD'S RELIGIOUS TRADITIONS ARE LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE. WE MUST RUN INTO EACH ROOM AND SAVE WHATEVER IS MOST PRECIOUS AND ESSENTIAL, AND LEAVE THE REST BEHIND." - MATTHEW FOX
..."Is there a point to my act? I'd say there is... I have to: The world is like a ride at an amuzement park. And when you choose to go on it You think it's real, cause that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down, and around and around, and it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's loud, and it's fun... for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, they begin to question, is this real? or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say, "Hey don't worry and don't ever be afraid because this is just a ride." And we... kill those people. "Shut him up, we have alot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family, this just has to be real." But it's just a ride, but we always kill those good guys that try and tell us that (you ever notice that?), and let the demons run amuck. But it doesn't matter becuase it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want it's only a choice, no effort, no work, no job, no savings, or money, A CHOICE, RIGHT NOW BETWEEN FEAR AND LOVE. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see ALL OF US AS ONE. Here's what we can do, to change the world right now to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year, and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would, many times over. Not one human being excluded, and we can explore space together, both inner and outer forever in PEACE!!!" - BILL HICKS
The Next Danny Carey
..."ALL WE HAVE TO BELIEVE WITH IS OUR SENSES: THE TOOLS WE USE TO PERCEIVE THE WORLD, OUR SIGHT, OUR TOUCH, OUR MEMORY. IF THEY LIE TO US, THEN NOTHING CAN BE TRUSTED. AND EVEN IF WE DO NOT BELIEVE, THEN STILL WE CANNOT TRAVEL IN ANY OTHER WAY THAN THE ROAD OUR SENSES SHOW US; AND WE MUST WALK THAT ROAD TO THE END." - NEIL GAIMAN: AMERICAN GODS
..."That night he went looking for
a poem he found two colors of love
A teenage couple embrace
by a bus-stop
I read his lips as they whipser
a sweet something into her smile
and that voice that never goes for a walk
comes to visit again: I HOPE THEIR DREAMS COME TRUE In one ear it stood as the poet turned the corner He bumped into an ancient argument Two fallen angels with scratched throats pull and push each other Ain't enough for both of them to get high tonight Use to be he would serenade her under a clear moonlight and that voice meets him in front of the liquor store: AIN'T NO ROOM FOR KISSIN' AND HUGGIN' IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN LUCK IS HARD TO FIND The poet came back to his kitchen table with the last voice that sounded like the blues so he turned the electric hum into this poem: SHOW ME A WOMAN WHO IS STRUNG OUT ON LOVE I WANT TO SUPPORT HER HABIT"- WILLIE PERDOMO
..."Thus hast thou been lured along that Path, whose terror else had driven thee far away. O thou thast stridest upon the middle of The Path, no phantoms mock thee. For the stride's sake thou stridest. Thus art thou lured along That Path, whose fascination else had driven thee far away. O thou that drawest toward the End of The Path, thy weariness is changed into Ineffable Rest. For there is no Thou upon That Path: thou hast become The Way." - ALEISTER CROWLEY: PILGRIM-TALK
I DONT HAVE HEROES, ONLY INSPIRATIONS!!!
..."There, in the final moments of people whose farthest horizon is always tomorrow, one sees the tragedy that enfolds the lives of the proletariat throughout the whole world; in thosedying eyes there is a submissive apology and also, frequently, a desperate plea for consolation that is lost in the void, just as their body will soon be lost in the magnitude of misery surrounding us. How long this order of things based on an absurd sense of caste will continue is not within my means to answer, but it is time that those who govern dedicate less time to propagandizing the compassion of their regimes and more money, much more money, sponsoring works of social utility." - ERNESTO "CHE" GUEVARA
BLESS YOUR EYES
Your eyes are blessed openings,
Taking in what light ever brings.
Treat eyes kindly, feed them well
They excitedly glow and lovingly swell.
Show them the worst all over again.
They shrink into hollows of mortal skin
Bathe your eyes in images Divine.
All Heaven unfolds, the opposites combine.
Your eyes become temple domes for the Pleides
Crysatline Mandalas inhabited by Deities.
Blessing every moment you see
As glimpses of Eternity
-ALEX GREY