What makes?

What makes a man?

Is it how many women you can fuck over?

Is it how many pieces of paper are in your bank account?

Is it how much you know about automobiles?

What makes a woman?

Is it how much you can make a guy want to fuck you?

Is it how much bullshit you can take from others?

Is it how fake you can present yourself to society?

The Tale of Two Brothers

There were two brothers

They killed each other

Their mothers wept

Their fathers failed

Almost all their children died

Abandoned and bare

Cousins fought each other

Killing over mere possessions

Lost and unguided

They perished 

Feed on Lies

The biggest lie you were ever told

Is that your body is to be sold

Service others to feed illusion

When will we grow to say “enough?”

Paper defines the hearts of men

Lies from the greedy fools above

Conditions are strings of weakness

Desperation is the voice of pain

Peace

Peace.

Anarchy.

Brothers.

Enemies of Law.

Peace.

Death.

Family.

Reasons to Live.

Peace.

True Peace.

You can’t find it.

You already have it.

Break Chains

Why can’t we all share?

What part of this being needs to work to live?

Authority is man made bullshit.

Tell the jailer to fuck off!

Down by the Lake

The smooth rock skips

Fish takeoff to catch bugs

Trees give shelter to squirrels

Down by the Lake

The waters cool and refreshing

The rocks and mud form banks

The smoke clouds smile back

Down by the Lake

Tadpoles grow into bodies

Can you hear the crickets?

Can you count the stars?

Down by the Lake

You Are

Look at what we label society.

Now look at the stars.

Can you hear what they are saying?

They whisper "You don't matter."

Worry yourselves with make believe.

This play we call life.

You have no "purpose".

You are.

Why do you kill that which is different?

Have you ever spoke to wild grass?

It hears your thoughts.

They whisper "You don't matter."

Play your game children.

In the end it goes away.

You must realize.

You are.

Mutilated Mind

Fear overwhelms the soul.

Chains imprison the mind.

What is the end of the line?

Detour comforts the train.

The risk holds hostage love.

Maniac masks on a good heart.

No peace for the enlightened.

Burry them in a fools grave.

Stones fly at both groups sinners.

Death comes like their birth.

Illusion fuels the machine.

Where is the heart of men?

Anyone else scarred shitless of death?

  Normally I like to think I have a good handle on things.  I enjoy my life and try to just be thankful for everything and everyone I come across.  Well I have a dark secret.  I'm scarred to die.  Sounds silly right.  It's like being afraid of heights so you don't ride the big roller coasters.  The only problem is I'm stuck and I have no choice but to ride.  I know I shouldn't complain, after all, we all have to ride in the front seat on this one.  It just seems so scary and mysterious.  I ain't scarred of snakes, spiders, the dark, other people, or anything really.  This death thing though.  It scares the bejeezus out of me (no pun intended).  I grew up a christian and i've always heard since birth, "if your a good boy you go to heaven, but if your a bad boy, you'll get a bunch of pussy and respect, oh, and you'll burn in a lake of fire for all eternity!"  No offense to all you christians but that's fucked up!  I do beleive in Jesus, because out of that whole big book that was implanted in my skull, his words are really the only thing with meaning.  Christianity aside, I know some people believe in reincarnation.  That would be awesome!  Like playing Donkey Kong Country on the SNES with the 50 life cheat active(gamer metaphor for bhuddists, how you like me now?).  I am confused about how the soul moves to another body and all that other shit, but it's more relaxing than watching porno while fantasizing lakes of sulfer.  What if nothing happens?!!  That's a scary thought!  We all will have to face death so i guess my best advise is NIKE, just do it!(total sarcasm btw)

Dreamin

Dreamin of the sand and the water

Stop by and say hi if you can

I’ll be right here wastin my life

Cuz I aint made a very good man

She left me for greener grasses

I left her for bottled liquor

I hope she finds what she wants

Love a smile in front of the trigger

Daydreamin again I’m sorry

I aint a violent kind a man

It’s time to get back to wastin

The rest of my life by the water and sand

Regardless

Death will come regardless.

What’s after is what I fear.

Will I burn in hell forever,

Or be with God a thousand years?

Will I sing in a band of demons,

Or be in the holy choir?

Will I repent at the feet of God,

Or will he call me a liar?

Can you get kicked out of heaven?

Can you make it out of hell?

Could someone kill the devil?

Is God like what the bible tells?

Regardless of where I go,

I’m a make the best of my stay.

I’ll walk those streets of gold,

Or I’ll burn until I’m grey. 

Blood

 Two hearts beat as one

Burn right through the sun

Consequence steps on blood

Nothing we can do but run

Passion like a mother bear

Rivers of blood from care

Two with nothing left to share

Faith that heavens up there

Painful Truths of The Universe (Prose by Joe)

Countless planes sift through unconsciousness. 
Questions and fear are the only things present. 
Spirits, angels, demons, labels from humans. 
What is the truth? 
Don't respond for I'm too scarred of the answer. 
What if death is the end? 
I'm not paranoid, I'm dying inside because of inevitability. 
Everything we know was created by man. 
Therefore we know nothing. 
We are foolish. We are fools. We've been fooled! 
I will become the most magnificent being. 
Determination isn't the word for this hunger of knowledge. 
I will conquer death. 
The enemy of anything imaginable. 
or am i a fool? 

Should Mary Jane Be Legal?

  When gay marrige was on the ballot i can remember the reoccurring argument that "It's there buisness what they do in private."  Shouldn't the same argument be valid as far as weed is concerned.  Why do we concern ourselves in matters that don't concern us?  Who am I to tell a man he can't take it in his butt?  Who am I to lock someone up for smoking a joint?  Marijuana don't kill you and it's illeagal.  Cigerretes, msg, and guns kill people.  All of which are legal by the way.  Whats more dangerous?  A doobie or a pistol?  Sandy Hook wasn't the work of a pothead.  Also, the "WAR" on drugs is the most retarded concept i've ever heard of.  That's like if christians went around locking up anyone who sinned.  It's a lost cause.  I'll admit that i used to smoke weed.  I thought being sober would change my opinion on the legality of this drug.  To my suprise it's been exactly the opposite.  I just see more of the stupidity of the issues that "fuel" our politicians and corperate puppets.  Judgement.  It's like poison.

Leave Miley Alone!

  She came in like a wrecking ball, literally and figurativly.  Does anyone remember brittany Spears, Lindsey Lohan, and that other spoiled cunt who found her way into fame by sucking off anyone with a camera in one of her daddys hotel rooms.  Why does it seem that the only celebrity chicks that go psycho in the public eye are the ones i have a crush on.  When i was a kid i remember watching parent trap and thinking, "wow, that girl is so hot."  Well now i think i might have a chance with her if she stays out of rehab long enough to go on a date.  Shit, she made me give a shit about herbee!  That's an acomplishment.  Then you have my first crush ever.  I was in 1st grade and i was listening to a beutiful girl sing "oops I did it again!"  Did i know what it meant?  No.  Did i care?  No.  Well next thing i know the only thing more important than the war in iraq is a bald celebrity!  Now with all this stuff in syria going on i get on youtube and go to most popular videos, assuming to see the speech our president gave right there.  Nope.  Guess what i get?  A picture of a naked post-disney channel Miley Cyrus crying.  To be fair, the presidents speech was on there too but it didn't even have nearly as many views.  All aside though,  we shouldn't judge celebritys, friends, co-workers, or anyone for that matter.  I do it all the time and it's hard not to do, but i feel better when i don't.  We can't change other people but we can change ourselves.  Thanks for reading.

Is there more?

  Sometimes i like to sit and just think about the world, the universe, humanity, and well reality itself.  lately I've been thinking about the question "is there more?".  Ever since i was a little kid I've had a closet affair with star wars, superheros, Pokemon, and any anime with people who have special powers.  Okay i admit i am a geek inside, no need to chain me to a pole and pelt me with rocks.  This next term will seem miserably cliche but i feel the need to express it. Here go's. "Everyone thought the earth was flat, but Columbus said it was round."  Hey at least i warned ya.  As long as i can remember people have always categorized superpowers, psychics, supernatural phenomena, and anything else that isn't taught either in school or the bible as, Pen and Teller said it best, that's right, Bullshit!  It's like humanity is scarred of anything that is foreign to our brief 9-5 existence on this ball of a mineral we label Earth.  I do not follow in any ones footsteps except for those who actually made a difference(and no, writing a new age book of recycled mumbo jumbo, or a christian self help program with more words than the bible, doesn't count).  It seems we as humans are quick to accept any thought or action of those in power over us as the gospel of bob.  It probably has something to do with survival and the fact that if in prehistoric times, your uncle was fucking with a saber tooth and got his head ripped off and your father told you to be weary of such mistakes...well it was probably those that did that got to grow old enough to reproduce with the most beautiful hairy ass females and sew the seeds of the capitalism praising, celebrity worshiping, resource consumers that we refer to as modern man.  I'm not pointing fingers because we all fall short of the glory of Steve Jobs.  Regardless of why we think we got it all down pat and ready to profit.  Is there more?  The answer is yes, but only if someone has the balls to tell pop culture and society to go fuck itself.  I know there are things our minds and body's are capable of doing that would force Pen and Teller to repent to the almighty bull that shat us all out.  Bad metaphor?  okay I'm sorry for that one.  My point is that a new era of discovery is upon us. In the words of Patrick Star "We have the technology!"