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Fly on the wall

“Fly On The Wall”

The other night
I had a dream
There was a world full of kings and queens
But it was cold
Dark as the night
We were the fire on the moonlit skies

We weren’t divided
We were the same
And we were free
But we all wore chains
We couldn’t see it
But we created
A place between truth and overrated

If I could just see it all
Just like a fly on the wall
Would I be able to accept what I can’t control?
And would I share what I saw?
Or just sit back and ignore
Like nothing never happened,
I haven’t seen you before?

I’m on the run from a thief
I let into my head
I know, I hold the keys, so don’t be scared
When I turn and shout:

I don’t think I need you anymore
Take your words, and your lies and just beat it!
I don’t think I need you anymore
Take the hurt and the pain, I don’t need it!

I wanna live, I wanna be the change
We can all be kings and queens
If we can just learn to believe
If we can just learn to believe

We had a plan to build a wall
A great divide that would never fall
To separate us
From all the pain
And keep our skeletons locked away

And brick by brick
We built it so thick
That it blacked out the sky and all the sunlight
And one by one
We all became numb
We were making the bullets to a broken gun

If I could just see it all
Just like a fly on the wall
Would I be able to accept what I can’t control?
And would I share what I saw?
Or just sit back and ignore
Like nothing never happened
And I haven’t seen you before?

I’m on the run from a thief
I let into my head
I know, I hold the keys, so don’t be scared
When I turn and shout:

I don’t think I need you anymore
Take your words, and your lies and just beat it!
I don’t think I need you anymore
Take the hurt and the pain, I don’t need it

I wanna live, I wanna be the change
We can all be kings and queens
If we can just learn to believe
If we can just learn to believe

I don’t think I need you anymore
Take your words, and your lies and just beat it!
I don’t think I need you anymore
Take the hurt and the pain, I don’t need it!

I wanna live, I wanna be the change
We can all be kings and queens
If we can just learn to believe
If we can just learn to believe…

 -Thousand Foot Krutch

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Posted by on November 21, 2012 in Combustible Conversations

 

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” 
Ernest Hemingway

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Combustible Conversations

 

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Beautiful Life

The sky fell like righteous fire that day. The oceans boiled and roiled and crashed and thrashed. The world itself became like the chaotic nightmare of a child. I screamed and cried and told them of the sky, oceans, and world. None listened, for none could hear the voice of the broken. Some turned however, and began to heed the words spilling from my mouth. They looked pale white, wearing their stress in the bags that hung below their eyes. Yet a spark of life remained in them, buried deep within their bottomless eyes. A spark of hope, of truth and of love. They needed to see this, they needed to hear this, and they saw where I pointed, they listened, as the world turned away, to my seemingly senseless babbles. They recognized truth within every word I spoke. They saw no personal motive to the message I passed, and therefore knew it to be true. They craved direction, I pointed out the path.
I promised nothing in return for heeding the warning, I promised pain, death and loss would still stalk them everyday. I only swore, that in the end, when the world has forsaken them, had beat them down, and nearly destroyed them, that they were eternal. That they are part of something so much bigger than petty border disputes, and wars over power and money. That they are more beautiful than anyone will ever truly see, that when they pass from this life, this world will be a little darker, but the one they enter after this life, well it will be even more radiant. I showed them the strength inside to wage a never ending battle against every dark, hateful creature that stalks the landscape. Strength they never knew they had, but it remained always, right next to that secret place you hide things, right next to your heart. I never asked anything in return, except to know me, and love me.
In the end they knew and loved me. The sky calmed to a dark grey, rain readying itself to fall the miles to the surface of the earth. The oceans calmed, almost not a ripple could be seen across the span of the earth. Then the rain began, washing the chaos free from the earth, restoring life giving water to all the life on the planet. An old soul passed softly into the unknown, leaving an old broken shell, with a giant smile upon it. I then traveled to the moon and danced upon its surface, and there I found her. The most beautiful soul this earth has ever, or will ever know. Together we danced, and made love on the surface of the moon staring down at the earth, and beholding all the while the trail of sun we had left behind us. Knowing someday the light will return to us, and all will be white, as the driven snow.
                   Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on September 18, 2012 in Combustible Conversations

 

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Skinny Jeans

Chubbz’s Part

So this rant needs to happen. Sorry but it does. First and foremost I would like to say that I don’t hate people who wear skinny jeans, I just don’t get what is so awesome about them. It’s like one day some guy woke up and decided that wearing a pair of pants that rams his balls into his stomach was a good idea. Now there is a difference between Skinny jeans and Fitted jeans. Cowboys do not wear skinny jeans. They wear fitted jeans. Hipsters wear Skinny Jeans which is just hilarious. Hipsters are the new version of Hippies except to them it’s all about trends and fashion. Hippies just wanted peace, listen to some good music, and do a little bit of psychedelics. Hipsters just want to play dress up and pretend they give a shit about the Earth all while following the latest fashion statement. What I don’t get is everyone has their own opinion about looks as far as what looks good or not, some people like certain things over other things and yet Hipsters are seen EVERYWHERE. Literally man, you gotta figure that at least 60% don’t even like Dubstep and Skinny Jeans. Yet they still decide to  follow this because it’s easier to have an Identity printed out for you than to find out who you really are. Oh and Dubstep is another thing I absolutely hate. Dubstep used to be about spinning records and being a DJ. You now that weird electronic sound in all types of music? That was what the original dubstep was. Dubstep now a days is really stupid. Not all but some. Somewhere along the line somebody decided to make noises that sound like robots having a rape party. Sorry dude, but that is NOT music, just because you have Drum beats which is the only thing that sounds like an actual instrument in the song doesn’t make you an artist. You’re just some kid who likes to drop ecstasy and rub yourself all over furry walls and stuff. Mind you this doesn’t apply to DJ’s. I’m talking about Dubstep and for some reason Hipsters absolutely love it. Back in the day it was all about psychedelic rock like The Beatles or Jimmi Hendrix. Now it’s all deep bass, drum beats and robot rape sounds. That, again I repeat, IS NOT ART! Art is supposed to heal and be cherished. If you are listening to Robot Rape sounds and it helps you feel better, go jump off a cliff. So I have strayed from the path but it’s coming back round full circle. Skinny Jeans. Stop, just stop. Stop being hipsters unless you really feel that way which I guarantee only like 2 people do. Stop pretending to give a shit about Earth. Stop being coffee shop revolutionary douche bags. Stop eating sushi like it’s a social event. Stop. Just for the love of God stop. Nobody cares if you play the acoustic guitar and likes to eat sushi. Nobody want’s to hear about your epic journey to the nearest Hot Topic to buy a extra small pink shirt and torn skinny jeans. Nobody cares, nobody likes you, you are the dumbest people I know. Also what I hate about these new trends is how dumb they are, Hippies back in the day, a good trend that had some standards and morals. Then it was the 80’s which was just weird(even though I like a lot of 80’s music). Then 90’s which was grunge era, the time when privileged teens could complain about their life. Then it was Emo/Goth. See the progression? It went from peace, love and caring to “WTF is my hair doing” to “Whaaa my mom loves my dad” to “my girlfriend broke up with me, woe is me.” Then from there Hipsters are just a half breed between Emos and Hippies. “Awww mother earth I love your sushi but I am still gonna complain and wear skinny jeans.”  Oh I’m also missing the white boy gangster era. Still I digress, the fact is is this. All trends that I have listed and have not listed are just that. They go away, they aren’t that big of a deal, people grow up and realize what is going on. However, Hipsters make it out to be something it’s not, I’ve seen grown ass men with their walkers in skinny jeans. Yelling at the kids to get off his lawn and go buy the new Skrillex album. Skinny Jeans I am dubbing is the dumbest, half brained, sperm killing-est, man killing-est idea ever. Sorry but it is and if you read this and honestly feel that skinny jeans help you and save your life and that Dubstep heals your soul you need to grow up. Maybe take the balls from your stomach and let them drop again.

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Posted by on April 27, 2012 in Combustible Conversations

 

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