Why I's Born

Very inspired I was and in love with Mother Earth
When last I faced that biggest step, mortal death.
But knowing the Way, and having been saved,
I had thought for many decades
upon who and what I would become.

I knew I'd fall back in many ways,
My history would not transcend my grave.
And childhood, why so many are born,
For me, I knew, would be hell to pay.
Ignorance is like a shackle to humanity.

Yes, it was a story of pain.
It was of innocence and aroma blown away,
Sickness, sorrow, misunderstanding, decay,
And the eros and the egos in a constant fray.
Our species is basically wired that way.

Then of lust,
then of greed,
I tried gluttony, I smoked weed.
I started it over and tried them all again,
Addiction is like that my friend.

Then one day, at the height of my betrayal,
I remembered what my plan had been,
just as sure as the sun is fire.
I got as high as a kite to suddenly remember
why I'd put myself through this forsaken trial.

But then my bad habits bekoned in the wing
and it took seven more years just to get free.

Now I stand here, so many years younger than I was,
I'm healthy, and miraculously, everything I've been through
has equiped me to do exactly what it was
I came here to get done.

Modern Old Times

Recent pictures of our parents
look like old photos from the 70s.

I'm not there yet but I figure
it's the same for me a-plenty.

Everyone out to get some thing
instead of just being pretty.

I thought I understood
But it now it's getting sticky...

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.


The architect brought me
Fortune, sex, fame, and identity

Am I to blame for this pain,
For what there really should be no shame

You say there may not be a mystery,
only this lonely, lonely ride.

But a strong code of conduct
is a conviction every time.

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.


Not much of me remains
but the headlines are the same.

Rivers of intrigue and subterfuge;
my talent has always been a game.

Someone seeks to possess it,
someone seeks to control it

But it isn't nothing without me,
I know that for sure.

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.

Hope and Change?

The Beginning of the Obama Era.

A campaign of Hope and Change. Hmm. I'll admit, I have not been at all a fan of the previous 8 years of administration. I am with many people when I say Mr. Bush stole the second term, was a war-monger, and created a political environment that now has accepted the compromise of some very basic American freedoms, like privacy and culture. We live in a modern police state that only needs to beat people down in the most extreme cases...the rest of the time, the people are kept in check by a media crusade of fear. Just try to step out of the mold, it isn't even the police that "correct" you, it's your brain-washed friends and families.

On the other hand, consider this: If our modern age were to utterly fail...I mean, first economy, then internal corruption, then military coops, then attacked by China...if our little U.S.A. experiment were to come to term, as the greatest empires and civilizations in history all HAVE (Greek, Chinese, Mayan, etc)...consider your belly-aching, protesting, and complaining all in that scope. All of our modern achievements could quite easily become dust, just as the knowledge of Alexandria was burned, just as the astronomy of the Incas was lost, just as Atlantis is a legend.

Eventually, as humanity would recover from that Dark Age, children would be taught, "Ooo, once upon a time, back around 2000, people were very advanced -- they could travel faster than the wind. Individuals could communicate around the world using complicated light-emanating matrixes of crystals! They could control their aging process! They built machines to do most of their labor! They could heal most sicknesses! Etc." You get my drift.

I certainly encourage people to fight for what is right, and what is good. But I also hope and I pray that we give thanks for all that we have today, AS IS.