Poetry And Philosophy

Hey, this is a page with little thoughts and writings by me and other people. Sometimes the thoughts are complete, sometimes it's just a piece of it. Sometimes it's half writings, and I'm sure it doesn't always make sence. Well, enjoy.

The Fall From Grace

I fell from grace
because I was ignorant
I fell from grace
because I was ignorant
I couldn't think for myself
I fell from grace
because I couldn't think for myself
I followed blindly
now I'm in the filth
but I can rise again as an angel
I can spread my wings
I can fly again
-King of Fools-

"Your virtue only exists in the fictitious future."
-U.G. Krishnamutri-

"Take away the nervous system and the senses, take away the "mortal frame"--and if anything remains over, it is a miscalculation: that is all!"
-Friedrick Nietzsche-

Man That You Fear

the ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied
we're on the other side
the screen is us and we're t.v.
spread me open
sticking to my pointy ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the man that you fear
pray until your number
asleep from all your pain
your apple has been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead
i have it all and i have no choice but to
i'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead
in my mind
the boy that you loved is the monster you fear
peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all of your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters
pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby
pray your life was just a dream
(I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape)
pinch the head off
collapse me like a weed
someone had to go this far
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the man that you fear
peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all of your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters
pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby
pray your life was just a dream
the world in my hands
there's no one left to hear you scream
there's no one left for you
-Marilyn Manson-

Remote Control

who needs remote control
from the Civic Hall
push a button
activate
you gotta work an' you're late
it's so grey in london town
with a panda car crawling around
here it comes
eleven o'clock
where can we go now?
can't make a noise
can't get no gear
can't make no money
can't get outta here
big business it don't like you
it don't like the things you do
you got no money
so you got no power
they think you're useless
an' so you are - punk
they had a meeting in mayfair
they got you down an'
they wanna keep you there
it makes them worried
their bank accounts
that's all that matters
and you don't count
can't make no progress
can't get ahead
can't stop the regress
don't wanna be dead
look out' those rules and regulations
who needs the parliament
sitting making laws all day
they're all fat and old
queuing for the House of Lords
repression - gonna start on tuesday
repression - gonna be a dalek
repression - i am a robot
repression - i obey
-Strummer/Jones-

Dead Souls

Cycle I

Denial

they live inside our heads
they tell us what to say
they put all their hatred into us
and they hide their prejudice away
and i am just made of clay

Cycle II

The Realization

i deviate from the path
and i struggle for control
you should eat the filth you speak
you're no different from what they think
who the hell are you to judge me
you're no better than what you see
who the hell are you to judge me
you're just as filthy as me
who the hell are you to judge me
you're more ignorant than i could ever be
but what have i become?

Cycle III

The Way It All Comes Down

it all ends in one undetermined flash
it can't end this way
it can't end like this
we are all just dead souls
-King of Fools-

"Spirituality is the invention of the mind, and the mind is a myth."
-U.G. Krishnamurti-

"The violent crimes? All perfectley natural in a society whose advances are limited to it's technology. The basic behaviour of the modern human is hardly differnt from that of it's primitive ancestors. The only noticeable changes are trends. Whether in a suit, or in a loincloth people are ignorant little thorns, cutting into one another. They seem incapable of advancing beyond the violent tendancies which, at one time were necessary for survival."
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

I fell in love, but
then she left
and now she's with
him
-King of Fools-

you were the girl
dreams are made of
I guess dreams don't come true
-King of Fools-

Only God Knows Why

I've been sittin' here
tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
lookin' for the payback
listen for the playback
they say that every man bleeds just like me
and now I feel like number one
yet I'm last in life
I watch my younger son
and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills to help to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills still I feel the same
everybody knows my name
they say it way out loud
a lot of folks fuck with me
it's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
to be some big shot like I am
outskirt stands and one night stands
still I can't find love

and when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around
and when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

people don't know about the things I say and do
they don't understand about the shit that I've been through
it's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long
maybe I forgot all things I miss
oh, somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
and I still stand firm
you get what you put in
and people get what they deserve
still I ain't seen mine
no I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin'
I've been walking down that thin line
so I think I'll keep on walking
with my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

only God.....Only God
only God knows why
only God....knows....why, why, why only God knows why
take me to the river's edge
take me to the river, hey hey hey
-Kid Rock-

Alone In The Dark

I'm all alone and I'm cold
and it's dark
I don't know where to go
I need you with me to
keep me warm and show
me which way to go
-King of Fools-

Too Much

you say you've hurt me too much
but you haven't hurt me at all
you only brought me
happiness
too late is never
there will always be another chance
-King of Fools-

All I Have

my heart aches when we're apart
my heart aches when we're together
there's nothing you can do to take
this away from me
this pain is mine
it's all I have left
-King of Fools-

Never Enough

another sleepless night
spent all night thinking of
you
wondering why this had
to end
all I ever think about is you
do you ever think of me
I gave it all to you
but somehow
it's never enough
-King of Fools-

"Q: Well, it certainly cannot be said that your talking gives hope to anyone. Why do you talk if not to console or instruct?

U.G.: What am I to do? You come, I talk. Do you want me to criticize you, to throw stones? It is useless, for you are affected by nothing, having erected an impenetrable armour around yourself. You feel nothing. Unable to understand your situation, you react through thought, which is your ideas and mentations. Reaction is thought. The pain you are going through there is clearly reflected without having to experience the pain here. Here there is no experience at all. That is all. In this natural state you feel the pain of others, whether you personally know them or not. Recently my eldest son was dying of cancer in a hospital nearby. I was in the area and visited him often. Friends said that I was in intense pain during the whole time, until he died. I cannot do anything. It (pain) is an expression of life. They wanted me to attempt some kind of healing for his cancer. If I touch that tumor it will grow, for I am adding life to it. Cancer is a multiplication of cells, another expression of life, and anything I might do only strengthens it."
-U.G. Krishnamutri-

"As for you principle that truth is always on the side of the more difficult, I admit this in part. However, it is difficult to believe that 2 times 2 is not 4; does that make it true? On the other hand, is it really so difficult simply to accept everything that one has been brought up on and that has gradually struck deep roots-what is considered truth in the circle of one's relatives and of many good men, and what, moreover, really comforts and elevates man? Is that more difficult than to strike new paths, fighting the habitual, experiencing the insecurity of independance and the frequent wavering of one's feelings and even one's conscience, proceeding often without any consolation, but ever with the eternal goal of the true, the beautiful, and the good? Is it decisive after all that we arive at that view of God, world, and reconciliation which makes us feel most comfortable? Rather, is it not the result of his in inquiries something wholly indifferent to the true inquirer? Do we after all seek rest, peace, and pleasure to our inquiries? No, only truth-even if it be the most abhorrent and ugly. Still one last question: if we had believed from childhood that all salvation issued from someone other than Jesus - say, for Mohammed-is it not certain that we should have experienced the same blessings?... Faith does not offer the least support for a proof of objective truth. Here the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then belive; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire..."
-Friedrich Nietzsche-

"Oh, it's such a beautiful nite. I think I'll kill myself. What else is there to do? It's so incredibly lovely out, and it's not as if any one is going to be dropping by. Although on nites like this I wish someone would. I really don't want to be alone right now. Fuck. Another one of these nites. Well this time, I'll make sure that there aren't anymore. EVER!!!! No more dreaming for real friends! No more stars to be under for me to be alone under. NO MORE!!!!! I'm blowing through that lid!! I'm going over the stars. Somethings gone wrong with me. I know that. This place has made me sick, somehow. All I smell is the shit in this diseased reality. All I can see is things full of rot and riddled with stingers. Time for something new. OVER THE STARS!"
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"Honestly, it's so difficult to truely care about so many things without, first, knowing the answers to some of the most fundamental, mind ravaging questions! How can one possibly respect the exsitence of something, people in this case, when that something seems to defy respect? The do such trivial things, and find amusment, even up to "so-called" maturity, in the incessant mistreatment of their own kind."
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"Here's the deal my friend. I'm alone. Any happiness in my life is only a brief prelude to the tiresome descebts into levels of hell even a convience store clerk couldn't imagine. I don't want to die like I've lived. I want a companion in this!"
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"NO! The moment's gone! It's memory. I wanted it then! Now I'll just have the memory of yet another thing I didn't get! Another hope unfulfilled! And the fucking freeze was just a reminder of everything! That familiar disappointment. It's just not nice."
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"No you don't understand; I'm happy!!! I can't let you go. We've begun something lovely, and, as with all things that start,inevitibly end! The beginning is always so fine! But decay soon follows. A degeneration into the tired old situation.The rot sets in. This way there is only the beauty of the start"
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"BUT you are a person and I can't say I'm fond of that. My days are less the enjoyable because of people. You will be the effigy I burn, infused with all the traits that make them the detestable little goblins they are. You won't burn really burn, though; ripped to strips is more accurate."
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"Trust me, I know what self loathing is, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive."
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-

"Or maybe "pretty" people like you, and your high little friends don't remember me. The ones you make fun of for lack of anything better to do! My pain amuses you does it? How is it you're so beautiful, and so fucking ugly inside!! You know it wouldn't take much to make your outside look like your inside!! Heh!! I could chop your brain out! It doesn't deserve such a pretty body!!!"
-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac-