Have you ever noticed there are some themes that crop up over and over again, in some of the most far-flung parts of life? Quick, name something that The 5th Dimension and Metallica have both written songs about! Puppets. But for Metallica, it's oppressive. The master of puppets listens for you to scream. He twists your mind and smashes your dreams. Surely Hetfield can't be talking about the same sort of puppet that we hear the 5th Dimension almost rejoice about. They're talking about love.
But can love and hate come from the same place? They can and they do. They grow from the same root, in the same soil. But while one bears a sweet fruit, the other is poison. And yet... both love and hate can fulfill. Both endow you with purpose. Both demand immense input of energy. Now, which can't be deadly?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I think.
That I thunk.
I think,
I'm a might bit drunk.
Ah, it's been forever since I heard that one. I've only heard it used to rouse people into the school fight song, or any of many rude and crude drinking songs. I'll never touch a drop. My parents haven't had one since before I was born. All our family get-togethers are dry. One clan of cousins has beers on hand for just about anything, but we don't spend much time at shindigs they planned. If it's not a Norvell thing, and Trumbos will be involved AT ALL, don't plan on drinking there. Sure, you can smoke in the building, but take your beer outside.
That I thunk.
I think,
I'm a might bit drunk.
Ah, it's been forever since I heard that one. I've only heard it used to rouse people into the school fight song, or any of many rude and crude drinking songs. I'll never touch a drop. My parents haven't had one since before I was born. All our family get-togethers are dry. One clan of cousins has beers on hand for just about anything, but we don't spend much time at shindigs they planned. If it's not a Norvell thing, and Trumbos will be involved AT ALL, don't plan on drinking there. Sure, you can smoke in the building, but take your beer outside.
Can we ever go back?
To the blankness
To the potential
Before it was harnessed
And broke for the eventual
Taming of the page.
The Page, the Tyrant!
I've been opressed and uplifted
By the same page
On different days.
Have you?
Did you overthrow the tyrant
With the violence of your words?
Or did you see him how he is,
Vulnerable.
Stubborn, but weak.
I greive for this page,
Stained with my words.
He was stubborn indeed,
But I had to write
So you could read.
I do not regret it,
But with every poem there is pain.
The potential, lost
All too easily
With a few careless strokes of a pen.
To the blankness
To the potential
Before it was harnessed
And broke for the eventual
Taming of the page.
The Page, the Tyrant!
I've been opressed and uplifted
By the same page
On different days.
Have you?
Did you overthrow the tyrant
With the violence of your words?
Or did you see him how he is,
Vulnerable.
Stubborn, but weak.
I greive for this page,
Stained with my words.
He was stubborn indeed,
But I had to write
So you could read.
I do not regret it,
But with every poem there is pain.
The potential, lost
All too easily
With a few careless strokes of a pen.
How? Imagine.
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing?
How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn?
How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of?
Oh no, oh no
How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling?
How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel?
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
And you got to be so strong
And the world is so tough
Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can I give love when I don't know what it is I'm giving?
How can I give love when I just don't know how to give?
How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
You've got to be so strong
And the world she is tough
Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can we go forward when we don't know which way we're facing?
How can we go forward when we don't know which way to turn?
How can we go forward into something we're not sure of?
Oh no, oh no
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing?
How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn?
How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of?
Oh no, oh no
How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling?
How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel?
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
And you got to be so strong
And the world is so tough
Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can I give love when I don't know what it is I'm giving?
How can I give love when I just don't know how to give?
How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
You've got to be so strong
And the world she is tough
Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can we go forward when we don't know which way we're facing?
How can we go forward when we don't know which way to turn?
How can we go forward into something we're not sure of?
Oh no, oh no
What if?
A friend of mine has suggested that if you want to save the world, ask a child. I know she's not the first. But really, why ask a child? What's so special and wise about someone who can't think for themselves? They haven't seen the world, so how can they fix it? Is the world even broken?
Yes, my friends, that and more. Ask a child because they do think for themselves. Ask a child because when you get an answer, they won't be thinking of themselves. Ask a child how to help a child. Ask a child how to help your againg parents. Ask a child about death when you're feeling down. Ask a child about pain when you're feeling cocky. If you're hot shit, why ask someone who sits in their own shit?
Why not?
The people who haven't decided that the world is normal and nothing can change, they're the people we need to have as advisors. Advisors should NOT be seen-and-not-heard. Advisors like these need to be given priority, and given an honest ear.
Young blood runs in the streets in Athens and Gaza and Mumbai. Young blood runs in the veins of the movers, the shakers, the visionaries and the revolutionaries. Tap the flow of the second to stem the flow of the first.
Ask anyone under three feet tall anything and you'l get an answer in Ifspeak. Why did we stop speaking Ifspeak? Ifspeak is the language of the people who advance our world. Can'tspeak is the language of the people that drain our world. What if we really could eliminate global hunger? We can't, you say? What if we just run the numbers. We can't redirect those resources anyway? Why not? Why should you be the one to say that ntohing can change. Push your pencil elsewhere, Jack, I'm pushing the truth.
Yes, my friends, that and more. Ask a child because they do think for themselves. Ask a child because when you get an answer, they won't be thinking of themselves. Ask a child how to help a child. Ask a child how to help your againg parents. Ask a child about death when you're feeling down. Ask a child about pain when you're feeling cocky. If you're hot shit, why ask someone who sits in their own shit?
Why not?
The people who haven't decided that the world is normal and nothing can change, they're the people we need to have as advisors. Advisors should NOT be seen-and-not-heard. Advisors like these need to be given priority, and given an honest ear.
Young blood runs in the streets in Athens and Gaza and Mumbai. Young blood runs in the veins of the movers, the shakers, the visionaries and the revolutionaries. Tap the flow of the second to stem the flow of the first.
Ask anyone under three feet tall anything and you'l get an answer in Ifspeak. Why did we stop speaking Ifspeak? Ifspeak is the language of the people who advance our world. Can'tspeak is the language of the people that drain our world. What if we really could eliminate global hunger? We can't, you say? What if we just run the numbers. We can't redirect those resources anyway? Why not? Why should you be the one to say that ntohing can change. Push your pencil elsewhere, Jack, I'm pushing the truth.
I got six Caddilacs.
Five Lincolns,
Four Fords,
Six Mercurys,
Three T-Birds,
Mustang, oooh!
A crotch rocket and a
Dirtbike and
A cruiser, too.
Just for good measure.
I've breathed the spark of life
Into more machines
Than most people
Have ever thought about.
I've been upside down,
Backwards,
On fire,
Faster than most people have ever gone.
And yet.
And yet.
The one thing
That eludes me still,
I don't think it's eluding me,
I tell you, I can feel.
Is Time.
I can't outrun it.
It's grip is stonger than me.
It won't be cheated.
There's nothing it can't see.
This gambler can't bet
and win the past.
This scoundrel can't find a purchase
On a heart long gone.
This thief can't steal even a bit,
And so he'll have to settle and deal
With all his past shit.
Five Lincolns,
Four Fords,
Six Mercurys,
Three T-Birds,
Mustang, oooh!
A crotch rocket and a
Dirtbike and
A cruiser, too.
Just for good measure.
I've breathed the spark of life
Into more machines
Than most people
Have ever thought about.
I've been upside down,
Backwards,
On fire,
Faster than most people have ever gone.
And yet.
And yet.
The one thing
That eludes me still,
I don't think it's eluding me,
I tell you, I can feel.
Is Time.
I can't outrun it.
It's grip is stonger than me.
It won't be cheated.
There's nothing it can't see.
This gambler can't bet
and win the past.
This scoundrel can't find a purchase
On a heart long gone.
This thief can't steal even a bit,
And so he'll have to settle and deal
With all his past shit.
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