The Beatles
1967
And all you need is love
But who do you need love from?
Only
One
Person

Yourself

And then you'll love everyone else

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Tell me
                                                         When
You see
It

That if the doors of
Perception are cleansed            Everything
{What it really is}
Would appear as it
Really                                             Is
                                    Is
                       ­ Is                              INFINITE
           Is
Is
Tell me you see it
Existence


But
      We
           Live
                   In
                       World
                                  Of
                      ­                Lies
And we believe
In their
D
E
C
E
P
T
I
O
N

Tell me you see it

:                                                  leave
                                      the                          cycles
                           of                                                weeping
                    
                       and              seek inner truth             singing
        
                           to                                                        those
                                      who                          are
                                                       still
                                                  enamored
                                                        of
                                                      them

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|                          --Notes--                 ­                                      --Scale--

Its been too long since I played guitar

We can see the art for what it is
What
It
Is
All these things we write
              Are merely cries for help
There
      Is
   Someone
We want to have hear us
                                        
                                                                ­                   Who
                                                             ­                    Doesn't
And we can look for
And never find
We can find a meaning
That isn't                                                            ­    Really
There
And this blind alliteration
These rhymes
This metaphor
Merely all devices
To show how much we                                       Care
Only hope
One soul can love enough
For all of those who don't
                             Or
A lost soul
Can
       Finally
                   Find
                           It's
Way
                                 Home

That was the day
The faraway earthquake could be felt
The birds in the sky
Flew in criss-crossed directions
All the beauty of the world
Was shown in a bright naked light
And under closer examination
Became not beautiful anymore

That was the day
I broke both my hands
I strained my voice
Shouting the most horrible truths
All the beauty of a life
Was shown to be an awful lie
And I haven't played a melodic note since
I don't feel like making music

I don't have
                       to
                           do
                                Anything


Just               ­                                         Be

Just breathe
And let the world
Come
          to
              me
Because
I was made to enjoy sunsets
And starlight
The way the waves roll on the beach
And
        really
Nothing I can do
Can make
What is truly
        S
          U
             B
                L
                   I
                     M
                         E

More beautiful

I will always be
And even the stars I am made from
Have become black holes
Fuming with all the light they have devoured
I will always be
And my devolution to a lower species
A primal instinctual beast
That pities passion and hates what's beautiful
I will always be
A hurricane that never meets the land
A bitter force of nature
Who dies alone in some northern sea
I will always be
A bubbling stewing volcano
A ticking time bomb
Just waiting for the right time that never comes
I will always be
Beat down

I don't know
Just when it got so dark
The night so cold
And I can't see the stars
I can't believe
The man that I became
Blood on my hands
I'm the one to blame

I've been a man lost and hurt
Trying but tired

Out of control

This love I thought was honey
Nectar on my lips
This taste as sweet
As saccharine
I needed it to live
This love I thought was honey
Was really bitter poison
Now it seems
As cyanide
Pumping through my system

Pervading in my blood
On a crusade for my heart
And if I ever love again
I could not tell you how

Whisky in the bottle
County Donegal
The flowing river swilly
In the distance Errigal
I don't know how I made it
To the port of letterkenny
Nor where I'm going next
As my bottles almost empty

I am just a poor boy
Born in county Tipperary
I left my family farm
And the maiden I would marry
I made my way to Ulster
Searching for the town of Derry
I spend all my gold on whiskey
Now I cant afford the ferry

Met a man from cork
In a pub where I was drinking
Why come so far north
We were talking and were thinking
Kilometres from home
And from anyone we've known
County Donegal
And there's whisky in the bottle

Whack-fol de daddy-ol

Because I'm so inspired
Inspired as such
I retired before I made a dime
And joined a lazy river
A river like me
With no sort of aspirations
To ever reach the sea

I only want to look and never see

And to me its so inspiring
That time expiring
And we as ants march inexorably
Towards our greatest truth
The ultimate horror
With smiles on our faces

In our perfectly tailored military suits

And yet I'm so inspired
A comic strip without a caption
Just a fraction of the faction
And limiting my rations
Because I offend the captain
With my unruly actions
I'm double timing backwards

I channel Michael Jackson as I moonwalk into battle

She is beautiful
But
She is ugly
Her physical appearance
Hides an inner one

She would say the right things
When she doesn't mean them
She would say she understands
When she can't

She is beautiful
And her image haunts my dreams
But her actions haunt my thoughts
And have become
My waking nightmare

This is not a song
But you can sing along
If you know the words

We all have needs
And needs have needs
And giants made of tiny giants
Mountains made of molecules

This is not a song
But all the notes
Adhere to the same scale

We all have pain
And pain gives us something
Its a knowledge we live
Its a pain we love

This is not a song
But its musical
Its beautiful
Its deeply ingrained
In the instincts of beast
And the hopes of gods

And everyone will reach
For the stars and the moon
The dreams of higher man
Not everyone will reach

This is not a song
And we have melody
When harmony is impossible

I never knew the gravity
So I don't know
Which way to fall
It was all so much to me
It was almost everything

And whatever is in my hands
I let it drop
Only to see
Which way it falls

But this weight I carry
Like groceries I carry in
Garbage I'm hauling off
It was all everything
It was almost so much to me

Can't be forever head in the clouds
Gravity will bring me down
My unknown direction
I'm still crashing to the ground

Psyche
You did not marry a monster
What kind of soul shows such kindness
Such understanding
Such love
Psyche
You would listen to your sisters
Who had grown green with envy
And red with jealousy
And black with deceit

Psyche
Your lover
Is none other
That that most beautiful of the gods
He that men call Eros

Psyche
Why would you have to prove?
With your knife and lantern in hand
Not knowing what you had
Or what you would lose
Psyche
These test you have to pass
Merely ways to prove your faith
You always had
Your guilded fate

Drink deep the sweet nectar of ambrosia
And live forever

Psyche
Your lover
Is none other
That that most beautiful of the gods
He that men call Eros

Its no fun
Having problems hanging over your head
Waiting for the drop
I would rather they all fall on me at once
So I can start to pick up the pieces
And move on

Even the greatest
Should follow me
My thoughts innovate
My words crystal clear

Originality
And tradition
Combined in a way
Not seen before

And whatever you need to hear
I need to say
I'm reaching from a trap
Knowing what its like to be free

I float like a butterfly

I expect you to know the rest

I am the greatest

My next poem
Will be a masterpiece
Enough to please the mind
And the soul
The next poem
That I set down in concrete
To last throughout the ages
Will last throughout the ages

It will speak
Not only to your heart
But to your soul
To every better part of you
To your reality
To your dreams
Speaking loud above the muddle
The average trying to be heard

But that's my next poem
Not this one
I'm still only building to
This is only practice

My next poem
So utterly true and profound
It will change the world
Will change your world

I rode a white steed
Across the netherworlds only to reach
I rode a white steed
A knight in shining metallic armor

I fought wars for the queen
I stormed the castle walls and razed them to the ground
I fought wars for her honor
Hers is a cause that I call noble

I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen
I was a knight in shining armor
I fought wars for her honor

And as I'm dying
Bleeding out slowly
On a raging battlefield
Cut down by mighty king Arthur

My blood on Excalibur's blade

I die in peace
Knowing my last thoughts will be
I rode a white steed
I fought wars for the queen

Am I strong?
I haven't been
But I always learn from my mistakes
Sometimes that is all it takes
To be what you want to be
To who you want to be it for
And I want to be strong
For you

I know a girl I've never met
I've known her all my life
We share the same thoughts
The same hopes
The same dreams
We share our biggest fears
I know a girl I've never met
I've known her in past lives
We are lovers reincarnated
We share the same heart
In different times
Different places
The same dreams

I know a girl I've never met before
And I can feel her sorrow
And it makes me lament
Such beautiful lachrymose eyes
The same eyes
I would do anything
To see smiling
Once in my life
I know a girl I've never met before
And I can feel her joy
From the otherside of the world
I can sense her hope
The same hope I have
To find love
Someone who understands
The same dreams

They say keep your head up
They say its one step at a time
But if your head is held too high
How can you be sure
The next step you take
Is onto solid ground?

I don't want you to fall down

They say life is crazy
They say death unavoidable
they say a lot of things
But I've never heard them say
They only want
Everyone to be happy

I don't want you to fall down

Even in the darkness
I still hear a voice
Calling my name
I don't know much
But I still know
If I can follow it I'll find my way home

I was walking carrying a fire through the middle of Arctic tundra during December when I decided I had a need so I lit my cigarette from the embers of a fire I had just extinguished

The wind was howling screaming names and carrying faces I had long since forgotten about because the pain of remembering was too unbearable and I hit my cigarette twice as hard

And the more determined I was the fiercer the blizzard grew until my eyes were frozen shut and my fingers too numb too hold on from what I can only describe as frost bite, or maybe just loss of wanting to feel at all

And as frozen as I was I still found a source of warmth inside of what spiritual people call their soul but what I merely call my pride or my inability to admit I was wrong

I hit my cigarette in the midst of barren frozen pain and I realized that no matter the coldness I felt I still found a way to enjoy it

"God bless football"
???????
No


No no no no no

God doesn't bless football

Its just another means conceived by the devil
To divide the people

Cam newton should have won
But what makes more money
And money is the cause of all evil
And evil is the playground of the devil

"God bless football"

******* Peyton manning

Go sexually assault another female trainer

Christianity,
Judaism,
Islam,
All *******
Meant to divide

We are all the same,
If you can hear what the spirits tell you,
If you know how to listen,
You will understand

We can't be divided

Its all about respect
You'll never get it
If you don't give it
And its not some opaque charade
You have to live it

And your ideas
Can be on a level
Higher than others
But it won't really mean so much
If you can't learn to love your brothers

I awoke
During the middle of my own heart transplant surgery
I did not feel fear
Only amazement
A body alive
Without blood being pumped
A man alive without a heart

My old heart
Just wasnt working like it should anymore
It's been through too much pain
It has been broken too many times
Too many hopes
Weighing too heavily

I awoke
I saw my old battered heart on a table to my left
And my new heart
In some unnamed doctors hands
I felt to my chest
And it was an empty cavity

I wasn't afraid
I knew my love should be as dead as the dreams I used to have
But its still alive
It still has another chance
I was still alive
When I awoke

Because I want to be strong I am weak
Those fickle petty rules by which we live
            Have made me sick
I'm not immune to having dreams and desires
When every better part of me
            Has been seduced
By the velveteen swans that flash as images in my mind
And on the plasma screens for which I bleed

And really I have grown
Grown sick and tired and exhausted
From breathing the air I need to live
The toxic vile air
Causing cancer
From drinking from the well
Which has been poisoned

I like my poison undiluted

I like my poison clearly marked
By sinister skulls and crossbones
          With the worst of intentions
I would actually enjoy the knowledge
That this poison in my blood
           Is going to reach my once enamored heart
Which used to beat with the hope for tommorow
And now is a rhythmic device in a song full of sorrow

And really I have died
Dangerous oderous chemical sand timers
I've died a thousand insecure lives
In a false world
With fake meaning
And my arteries and veins will attest
This disease is a foe that never rests

I like my poison undiluted

You can go inside a door in your own mind,
which takes you to the singular consciousness
that we all draw from,
the universal truths inside yourself
hidden in the deepest parts of space

All the answers past present and future can be found
Just be careful!
when you go inside this door,
if you stay too long,
it will shut behind you,

and you'll **** yourself with your own mind.

My main memory remaining of you
Was the time I said "perspicacity"
And you told me it wasn't a word
I guess your just not aware
Of what it means
Or how you lack it

I held to my point
And even tried to make a bet
Five dollars
She promptly looked it up

She was unhappy when she told me I was right

I was building walls through the middle of the sahara using only cardboard, scotch tape, and bulldozers, when I got bored and decided my time was better spent looking up flowers on the internet that I would never see firsthand

I realized then how I wanted to be someone to follow so I bought an ant farm at Miller's Corner Store, and set them free but not without first covering my whole body in honey and letting it seep through my skin to sweeten my heart

I put the queen in my left shirt pocket

I'm dealing with heartbreak
In the same old familiar way
By breaking everything around me
And blaming it on you

By breaking myself
Because I feel I deserve the pain

I bleed
I leave bloodstains on everything
And when you love me
And then learn to hate me
Because then stains you can't remove
Become a memory
Of the times when you were wrong
When you knew what was right
And the demons on your shoulder
Spoke much louder than me
Because angels do not fight
They only show you light
In the hope that you will follow

And you can think
I wasn't strong enough
All my weakness
Was only meant to show
That the choice is really yours
And if I should lose
And watch you fall to darkness
I'll be a god
Who is forsaken once again

I bleed
And no matter intervention
Of the most divine source
I can only hope you believe

In the royal blood

I bleed

When everything you touch
Turns to gold
It can become something you fear
Because you can't appreciate the good
Without the bad
Thank god in all his many forms

And I want gold
The same as old king midas
But I don't want gold
If it causes me pain

Imagine falling
Take the full scope of your mind
Images only
Because while I dream I still feel pain

Imagine falling
When your already on the ground
Still falling even more
Past the fault lines and the caverns

And the mines
Where we find diamond veins
But still bring canaries
Because of all the toxic air

Imagine falling
And leave the world you know behind
Falling until you reach
The torturous pits that we call hell

The way I fall
I break every single bone
I break the ground
And I break my faith in everything

The way I fall
I find nothing to believe in
But I still believe
Because I know I have to

Set your armies in order
Before you march
Its all planning
And with no good start there is no good end

I have a friend
I haven't seen in far too long
And yesterday I finally realized
My friend was really gone

So I'll write about what interest me
And hope you'll find it interesting
I'll pollute in the middle of the ocean
Where nobody goes to swim

Does a heart shatter like glass?
Does it break into even pieces, or become sharpened shards?
I could be enjoying life
But even my calloused hands bleed
As I pick up the pieces and try to move on

Is the soul transparent like glass?
For any pure poet this is always the hope
I could be enjoying life
But instead I try to reconcile
Every mistake, every wrong turn, that I have made

And I hope my words become music
Because
Artist and musicians
Are poets trying to paint their pain
Using different shades of blue

******
Let me show you my weakness
When I tried to be strong
I was a lover all along
I was right when I was wrong

And all the passion
I became Vesuvius
A cauldron of boiling energy
An eruption to destroy Pompeii
And **** the innocence

And what would ever make me weaker
Than being shown the god I believe in
Is only a false idol
A deception
Leading me to the darkest parts of night

What will make me strong again?
Only love

And in Pompeii
They are still frozen in time
The moment a beautiful landmark
Became a killer
And the look of terror can still be seen in their eyes

And really all I can say
Is that I'm sorry

I tried to be something
But I wasn't strong enough

Mountain tops
Glimmering shimmering stars
The mystical magical moon
The bright life-giving sun
Planes on metal wings
And birds I hear sing
The hands of lovers
And the minds of men

Dreams

These are just a few of the things
I know I'll reach someday

We must start somewhere
And I'm starting from the lowest point
A mind full of everything
But hands completely empty

We must start
Else we will surely never reach an end
While I'm sleeping in my car
I dream of mansions

And its hard work
Its the ability to be strong
When my words can change worlds
And my music can make the people dance

We must start
And what better time
Than right now
I'm ready to take the next step

One by one
Elevation
Still I know the next step
Leads me closer to the tops of mountains

And one day I know I'll reach

I
For one
Can't understand
How anyone could suffer from writers block

The world is way to much
To not always have something to say about it
From love
To politics
Its everything

And its everything in you

They taught you to read the lines

Did they teach you to read between them?

Sometimes the empty space
Contains more meaning
Than the sharp shock of loud noises
Made by people in distress

Sometimes those who have more to say
Can't say it
Because they are tired from the fight
And only wanting to sleep

A leader of the counter culture
I build underground cities
With foundations of hidden gems
And solid gold

My songs you won't hear on the radio

A leader of the unappreciated
I'm told all the things I know
Are things that cannot matter
That don't make money

But that can change the way the people see the world

A leader of the different
The ones that really don't care
About being a puzzle piece that fits
Into existence

The different way is the right way

I am a leader
Of a group of gangly thieves
Stealing from the rich
To give to the poor

And dying for the chance to change the world

And we built cities underground
Where our music
And our words
And our views
Can be understood

I found you
After the lights were turned off
After the campaign for Moorish dignity
Failed miserably
Spin Fortuna's wheel
And hope it lands in a beneficial spot

Your voice still speaks
As loudly as if you were next to me right now
After you died in a car
Breathing in the fumes of life completely undiluted
I listen to Jimmie Spheeris
As I recognize we are living in a confederacy of dunces

And no neon bible exist
Without you

A riptide
Pull me under and send me away
A million miles of water
And I'm drowning

And the worst part is
I was so caught up in all my pain
I was so selfish
I couldn't see that you were hurting too

Its just the belief that everything will be okay that keeps me fighting when I'm losing the war

She told me I was out of control
I looked deep into her beautiful blue eyes
I saw truth
I saw belief
She told me I was out of control
And I knew that she was right

I was an asteroid
Blazing through the sky
A beautiful show of light
Until I crash into the earth

She told me I was out of control

I love you
From a million days without
And a million miles away
There is a sense that you are with me
And I'll love you
With the million units of pain
That cannot be quantified by measurement
Still seeping into my sober heart

And if you ever knew me
You know me now
How a dreamers thoughts can grow so loud
That I am lost in the thick of a maddening crowd
I love you
And I'm only trying
Just to make sense of it all
At least figure out the best way to fall