Eazarbo

I don't mean to dwell But I can't help myself When I feel the vibe And taste a memory Of a time in life When years seemed to stand stillI close my eyes And sink within myself Relive the gift of precious memories In need of a fix called innocenceWhen did it begin? The change to come was undetectable The open wounds expose the importance of Our innocence A high that can never be bought or soldSymbolic acts - so vivid Yet at the same time Were invisibleSavor what you feel and what you see Things that may not seem important now But may be tomorrowDo you remember when Things seemed so eternal? Heroes were so real... Their magic frozen in time The only way to learn Is be aware and hold on tightI close my eyes And sink within myself Relive the gift of precious memories In need of a fix called innocenceWhen did it begin? The change to come was undetectable The open wounds expose the importance of Our innocence A high that can never be bought or soldSymbolic acts - so vivid Yet at the same time Were invisible-DEATH-Symbolic------------------------------------ -----------------------------And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so like myself, so like a brother, really- I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to be less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.ALBERT CAMUS -The Stranger---------------------------------------------------- -------Floating on mist Crept up the caverns of my brain Receving no warning From nothing to a life code Walk with me, you'll never leave Wait to see your spirit free Tell me how your heart's in need As i drown you in the sea Unwinding snares of distrust Your wrist in my fast grip Look me in the eye, i'm clear This is your time Face down beneath the waterline Gazing into the deep From love to death In a time span of seconds Oblivious to regret Pushed into belief In liquid cellophane Gasping for air Mercy in my eyes Is the shade of the night The piercing sounds you make Soaring higher, higher now And once left in my wake Your memory is nothing but the scars on me All over now Forgotten why i needed this Standing down Disappear into the obscure Resting days Waiting for new disease Biding time Locked inside insanity It always burns within The downward spiral never ends When driven into sin Your salvation's found in a sinner's deed The devil guides the day Tells me what to say Pours himself inside And snuffs the final lightDeliverance Thrown back at meDeliverance Laughing at me-OPETH–Deliverance-------------------------------------- ---------------------Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise Forget the past Present tense works and lasts Got shit on Pissed on Spit on Stepped on Fucked with Pointed at by lesser menNew life in place of old life Unscarred by trialsA new level of confidence and powerDemanding plea for unity between us all -- United stand Death before divided fall In mock military order Vulgar Power Impatient Because time is shorterNo fucking surrender Can't lose Life kills-PANTERA-A New Level------------------------------------------------------- ----"School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything, save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?" More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun, and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and superorganize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways fulll of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere. The gasoline refugee. Towns turn into motels, people in nomadic surges frm place to place, followig the moon tides, living tonight in the room where you slept this noon and I the night before."Ray Bradbury -Fahrenheit 451--------------------------------------------------------- --No. It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he don't want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It ain't the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it. You believe that?Cormac McCarthy-Blood Meridian-