16 August 2010

S. Longino

misty are the memories of all the dances danced
all the parties surfed through, streets run, kisses kissed

oh how I have loved to have a pair of legs

but now from the lords I ask, please
make me experience solitude as peace 

I know not to want but to treasure

life can be as intoxicating as the finest wine
but oh girl how do you from that god damn hungover survive?

in order to work toward my very own interests
all you I need to do is to make my ego shut up with its ramblings

all constrictions are in place just to hand over pieces for that poor construction
which was never to be nothing but an erection for penetrating the divinity of nature's constitution

so listen to your heart, kid
for the true law is sung like thisss

I created a mighty show
for us with all the might and knowledge
to observe from here below as from somewhere above

oh oh
see who can master the encephalon
to control the instincts and the body of an animal
which tools of survival are purely mechanical

oh oh oh
precious souls under the control of an ego
can you see the solution, my lover
lying in the depths of your ticker?

  oh oh oh oh
from birth to death is a long road to go
but rarely is there enough time to remember
what is your mission and true character

oh the heat of the night...

dance with your hands dear
program your brain not to feel fear

every soul which has taken an existence in this sphere is faced with he challenge of balancing, mastering and controlling the vehicle of experience. the heart is the lonely hunter. the only sin is throwing the keys from the window and driving with the autopilot on

what is the answer to chronic escapism, I've asked tonight. what has been the urge to run, to be on the move, to travel, to be the only thing you can really be - a tourist in life. when I look back, I see beauty in the memories but sense the feelings of despair that have never ceased to surface, not in any time or in any place. needed to sing a song in order to come to a realization of the origin of desperation. desire for peace and harmony is universal I bet, but peace and harmony will never be unless there exists an active striving for them. there is no place under the sun where the drive of the body machine shuts itself up automatically, letting the consciousness flow free

apparently it is necessary to exist hand in hand with the machine in order to exist as a human being. the responsibility and strength required is enormous, and when surfing the waves of internal space it is the most difficult task to tell one from the other - what is programmed mumble directed towards the survival of the machine itself and what is the song of the soul testing its capacity to realize itself in the most chaotic circumstances possible

need to find out what is love

is it part of the survival mechanism in some twisted way, like in creation and taking care of new vehicles of experience, or is there a divine origin? is it possible, that there is going on a game of “find your way to your soul buddy in a labyrinth of material existence?”

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