"It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential."

What's the right word for .. ?
How do you explain the time of .. ?
When did planning become so .. ?
Who will start caring about .. ?
Why are minds focused on .. ?
Can I avoid the habit of .. ?
Where are you in the world?
In which subjective moment?
With what crowd?
Planning which cultural movement?
Drawing which personal phase?
Asking which questions along the way?

The source bringing answers.. is it really you?

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." Ward

tipe riter's owtlet
ih'sa daily scuhreem
asquen “whies aul this vahnedy,
enside uv evree tee-v.”
reyalety iz wut yue mayk uv it,
see that fikchun iz in beetween thuh linez uv thuh akts.
obe*ah*muh reedz hiz fayk skript uhlowd,
wile thuh meedee-uh cunfermz it az fakts.
bluhdee masukur continues on,
az iloominoti cawlz thuh rest uv us rawng.
free speech wil ownlee get yue so fahr,
wen akchun egzistz ownlee in sawng.

The Cookbook

I flow with, blood.
I think with, the unseen.

It's what we can choose to be.
That's the test.. that's the reason.

"I will stay commited to you, for I am your ally. As we part, we proceed as one conjoined entity."

Fated journey, has it been?
Or lucky moments, time and again?
So many close calls, and walks on the edge,
yet I stride on, while I ought to be dead.

Confused as the rest, yet embracing the dawn,
I give myself to life's flowing current.
They all curse, when I preach what's divine,
as if they thought that they most definitely weren't.

Blasphemy is become of preaching God's gracious word,
they'd have me sink to my knees, and speak to the already perfect Earth.
Her history's something, it's a message to read.
It's guided directions, on how to be free.

Rule Number One, is to realize each other.
Respect is inherent, as we all have had beautiful Mothers.
Rule Number Two, is to try and do right.
We'd have less problems here, if we'd only tie a leash on the leaders,
drop each silly grudge, and talk solutions. Not pick wars out of spite.

Humans aren't playthings,
it's time that be known,
have patriotism for Earth,
not your borders alone.

Abundance is yours, it's his and it's hers.
The smiles will spread, and reveal the devil's veiled curse.
It's yours to share, both knowledge and fruit.
Genesis was a lie, that's God's honest truth.

So tread on new ground,
and beyond the dark veil.
'Cause nothing's so freeing,
as exploring this garden,
and learning all that re-birth entails.

Act, react, hold fast.

Cut the signal, cut, cut the signal
Flood the network, blow the god damn circuit

Sound check alright
Everybody listen tight

Well there are liars, practiced god-damned liars.
and they,
they're handin' out their television, fliers.

Who let the choir start preaching all these dirty ugly prayers?
While the saints are crying, tied up to their white asylum chairs.

It's fiasco, and mother earth stopped laughing long ago.
Like if God spoke, to reassure what's been lost into ageless sorrow.

Kill the messengers, kill the one's that found their own nirvana.
Pierce their bodies with lead, and make sure that they're absolutely goners.

It's for Kennedy, for Lennon, for Lincoln, for King..
Fuck dropping names, I'll raise them and sing..
Men with a vision, beyond fascist order..
With foresight so clear, not one single border.

Imagine that world, it's not science fiction..
it's faith in reality, and it's overcoming this brainwashed affliction.
Quote the dead, let them live in your heart,
they'll keep your brain fresh, as physicality starts.
Live your dreams and lose your possessions,
let your ancestors help slide you past all life's transgressions,

It's here in this moment, time's still an illusion,
but aging experience, it's our mortality, so find some lasting amusement.
It's not a demand, but an honest suggestion,
find christ the buddha, the end of outwardly questions.
The force behind living, and lush animation..
it will show how this journey, is a soulful vacation..
So let's keep it clean for our brethren clan,
cause the ceaseless EARTH is the sole stake at hand.

forever mortal

motions

of obedience
suggesting
intent to
die, in all eventuality.

cataclysmic racing
of thoughts meandering,
and the body
lay still. hoping for fresh
air
and mocking dead space,
in that, the fated last
exhale
does leave you, in
gratitude.

"Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind" ~ John F. Kennedy

Saving the saving grace for very last,
for the last calls are on their way.
No way will all of this prejudice last,
'cause we'll stop the world's moral decay.
Here, right now, we'll take any somehow,
as long as we don't ever back down.
Give us death or liberty, then leave our sights,
this status quo is not working out.
We've come far too far to lose touch now,
Seven billion siblings, can't you count?
One holiday is all we need,
one religion to bow down to.
It's inside your veins,
feel your DNA,
our history culminates into sound proof.
This is supposed to come,
this is the rhythmic revolution.
The dreamers all will wake up,
inside of a living breathing constitution.
Never lose faith
never back down,
Never lose faith,
As you knock off status quo's unyielding crown !