I note my present situation in black & white pixels.

So, a few days away and you pick your new master,
I mean, I'm sorry, you pick 'our' new president.

You won't ever see what the fuck I am seeing,
for if I live NOW, and outside of the void you call time,
than why would I care about a course of action that takes time?

Moments are things that you wait for, and then they pass,
and you just remember them.

My moments are a bit different,
they take place right now, I want change today,
but it is not offered by them, so I change myself a little bit,
in spite of their efforts to make us all WAIT.

You can see the madness, they know that you see the madness,
yet offer no solution, while you just hope that they won't screw you over.

When? Oh Dear God, Fucking When Will You Enter Our Souls
On A Whole Level And See Yourself In Each And Every 'Other' ?

The time is upon us now! Not because it's nearly November,
but because it is simply NOW !

Do you understand? They will always have control,
if you keep giving them our Present Moment.
They are stealing our Real Time, via a false fucking world.

Tonight I will celebrate how much I don't give fuck about them.
Tonight I will endlessly declare my right to not play in their game.

Sic Semper Tyrannis.
Carpe Diem.
Paix, Paix, Paix !
~Your's in heart~
~Brian~

Lame note on a wierd day

dear prudent one,

hello I say,
please come, and please do stay.

allow your need to rush, fade away,
and you're sense of youth, to come out, and play.

dear mother earth, dear father time,
hello to you,
thanks for letting me pass through.

the universe brought this moment out of nothingness,
and asked it kindly to take place,
and so I say amen.

dear all of you who fail to grasp the concept of eternity,
hello friends,
bless you with life,
that you may indeed help the rest of us work toward a goal of universal morality,
through a culmination of sense and familiarity.

Stairway back to heaven.

Life you see, and death you don't,
yet the living are blind,
and the dead lead us to true sight.
Be it hindsight, or foreshadow,
it is a sense that we should not let slip away.

How dull it is, and truly wrongdoing,
to allow ignorance to prosper in such a helpless world.

How helpless we are as a species,
leading to utter oppression of all other life and even the inanimate.

Riddle me useless, and riddle me to insanity,
I cannot solve your pointless riddle for the life of me.
Yet I have one for you.
'What is Love?' can you tell me?
Can you not tell me?
What is true love?
TRUE... LOVE...

Your answer is wrong.
For the true meaning of love is enigmatic.
It only exists if on a Universal level.
And if, as a whole, we have not reached that level...
well than true love is yet to exist,
but only tease those who have heart and mind connected.

I don't know what I'm saying...