Hey, Hey, Running little man

Hey, Hey, Running little man
whats the rush, do you even have a plan?
Hey, Hey, the fire's on the inside
running little man there is no where left to hide

Stand up, Shout out, let your voice be heard
protest, fight back, the mob has been stirred
murder and distrust, floats upon an ocean of lust
swallow your pride, your government has lied
where is the justice when the law can be bribed
Hey, Hey, running little man, who's on your side?
who has your back? when they are on the attack.
the battle lines have been drawn, when you realize its all been a con.
What side do you stand on?, you can only run for so long.

Hey, Hey, Running little man
When are you going to stop and take a stand?
When are you going to wake up and take back your land?
Hey, Hey, the Banks are on the run
little man's staring down the barrel of a gun

click, click, the bombs are exploding
click, click, the guns are reloading
run little man, the streets are filling with bodies
March on, as you dance from the strings of lobbyists
March on, as you continue to resist, continue to insist.
Hey, Hey, Running little man your labeled an Anarchist.



Note: I was inspired to write these lyrics/poem by RATM Inside the fire, good song and my anger towards the government for their tyranny towards the little man.

Don't Shoot me Bro!

Now I know I only got three readers, but then there are the strays so I will just rant fuck it. I'm tired of watching the news, Current events are driving me crazy, insanity runs rampant. Stupidity seems to be the current theme, like printing money we DONT EVEN HAVE, its just paper now people. Realize that its not backed by anything more then our own spending. And the federal reserve just continues to print it like its going out of style, who do you think buys our currency to make it even tradeable, that would be China, yeah you know the famous Dictator? well what do you think our own president is anymore, he has more power then congress and our forefathers are rolling in their graves, Look at our government as a scale, Three branches of power. Each were supposed to equal the other out. but now the president ONE man has more power then Congress or the legislative branch, but really now does that matter? Each are bought off by the Banks, and guess what the Federal reserve is?

Okay anyway Im ranting to much here now Im gonna get added to their little kill list. Either I am going crazy, from propaganda media. Or we are literally up shit creak without a paddle and its gonna hit the fan pretty soon.


Afterthought: Hahaha I love the title :D

Update

Alright, just wanted to posted a little update on my current situation. Not like I have a very large reading audience but hey I'm not here to write for them but rather for me. Over the weekend my mother was admitted to the hospital for anemone, They told her she was like three days away from it becoming fatal. So they kept her in the hospital to keep an eye on her, well she's now released and doing much better so that is a heavy burden lifted from my shoulders.
Now onto the second bit on news, I managed to acquire a job in this troubled economy, its only two hours a night working at a local gas station, seven days a week but hey at least its a job and its money. I plan on saving most of my pay for my trip into Hawaii. I have been giving that some serious thought and I have came to the conclusion to the idea that I will not live there but rather stay a few months, hopefully my Reverend would be kind enough to help guide me along my spiritual path as well as teach me about the one plant mother nature has created that has made my life so much better.
I also figured out I managed to break down the writers block I had been suffering from, a big sigh of relief there but I knew deep down that once I found a muse, which would have been anything from a song to a thought that my passion would spark like a raging fire.

I have been neglecting my VST blogg here for quite some time, so to make up for that when I get the time to edit the chapters I'll go ahead and post two or three to make up for the late posting.

and as a little side note, does anyone have any ideas on how to attract more readers? :) not that it matters, it would just be nice to try and get my voice, my writing out to a larger audience.

Tangent 6/13/09

Tangent June 13, 2009

We have allowed the banks to take over,
polluting our government, depriving us and our children
homeless and starving are our brothers and sisters
and religion has fallen to one or more of their own sins
and we the people are herded around as cattle, running on command
A blissful servitude, with daily injections through the radio or television.
Our minds numbed from the chemical intoxicants we digest knowingly or unknowingly.
Apathy consumes the single man, while hysteria claims the masses.
A pandemic, to the cancer that is our own beating hearts
children in grown bodies devour the innocence of being alive,
negativity can and will center within your core and fester
An inner atomic bomb just ticking away until it goes off
while burning every bridge you've made until your stuck and alone on the island
there is a miracle within every gift, one just needs to look
big or small it transcends any emotion or feeling, truly unique divine experience
and where religion has failed, there is your own spirituality
where governments have betrayed you, there is your own actions and responsibilities.
You cannot hide nor run from your future, a blank page waiting to be written
We all live this one life we know we have and all exist within this perception of reality.
dwelling on a planet that provides to us everything and anything we could need
as a species on this planet, we are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past
if we do not chose to learn and remember the lessons learned. and teach our
children the values of what free men and women truly meant.
For if we do not change our course, freedom will just become an echo in the past
where for a moment in time, in history free men and women lived and died, even if it were for a short period of time.

Where are all of the hero's of old
In the bed time stories you've been told
we each hold a piece of the puzzle, a key to the secret.
From your first breath to your last, this life is a commitment
let us write our songs, so that our children can right our wrongs
while born into a broken system, struggling just to resist them
No longer can words be freely spoke, printing money yet were still broke
debt is nothing but slavery, am I the only one left who can see?
the birth of an empire was formed, from what our forefather's have forewarned.
How can a baby who has yet to breath, owe anything to another man's greed?
History will always teach us something, if we chose to look
and it is not always hidden within a book.

Their world has indeed changed, as they pull ever so tighter on our chains.

One World does not mean one order

One world does not mean one order
By: Matthew Wayne


I have often sat thinking, deep within my haze through clouds of thoughts and visions how does one attain tranquility? Where if you could have all the money in the world, The largest house filled with the most beautiful art and all the hands to serve at your beck and call. Would that give you happiness? Would you be comfortable knowing others are around you suffering and could do with just the scraps you possess?
Often when you hear the word, One world most would turn to the highlighted conspiracy of a world order, few to rule over many. That truly does not have to be the case, When enlightened men and women live together in peace they thrive on each other's presence. Where Ignorance does not breed hate, but rather distrust. As ignorance is not a disease but rather poor teaching. Our children are the future to our world and we still wage wars, play games with other's lives. Where distrust floats in a river of blood and we as humans continue to lie, cheat and steal.
So much can be gained if we chose to work together instead of against each other, borders no longer blocked by walls but marked by respect. Laws and customs protected by their people and observed by their tourist.
Governments are only needed for the governed, where bureaucrats say one thing and to many times do another. Personal agendas and greed fill their eyes as they write laws unjust and unfit for any man, woman or child. Yet they continue to get away with it for they appear before the masses and spew lies, telling them its for the best, a silver tongue fit for a snake. Millions of people go starving everyday here and around the world, yet we do not hear about this, unless its through a commercial trying to make a profit from a suffering soul. The world has indeed changed, and grown smaller not physically but sociably. Friends are no longer the ones you interact with on a daily basis through the means of physical attraction, but rather calls or messages from thousands if not millions of miles out. An Emotional, Mental or meta physical connection can take place. If we can fall in love with someone we have never met before in person, then why can we still allow thousands to suffer that are only blocks away?

Our planet is not the only one suffering, Humans are hurting, bleeding and crying out everyday yet the mass turns a blind eye, Not that they would not care, No for the most part the reaction is usually this. “I have so much to worry about myself” While this is true life, itself is not an easy task to undertake. However I figure that since our government loves to throw money around as if it were going out of style why not spend trillions on the homeless, and the starving.

We are damned if we continue down the path we are headed, not only will we destroy ourselves but the legacy of our forefathers will become a shameful name spoken on the lips hundreds of years from now in a new age. What that age will become will be of our creation.

Whispers from the past

My heart hangs heavy, as my mind starts to race
and once again the dance of insomnia begins.

Suffering from writers block has never settled with me, The thought of not being able to write or even express how I feel scares me more then anything my mind can manifest. It has become my lone voice in the jungle that is Corporate America. Though like any wild species on this planet I have a strong resilience and an even stronger survival mechanism, Even writing this shows I am slowly over coming what has clouded my mind for many days now.

So let me share with you, my few but hopefully loyal readers of what it was that was causing my mental suppression. I have never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, Once in awhile I will however let that slip and like a flood gate that was suddenly opened as surge of "feelings" come over me, all of them wrapped up in a nice cocktail. Knowing myself however is the key and a risky bet, Humans are by far the most complex creature on this planet as advanced as we like strut, our science knows very little about how our bodies truly works. As it was only recently have scientists discovered Cannabinoid receptors throughout our body. Interesting huh? or how about that our brains are part receivers for an invisible wave pattern in the space time continuum. For me knowledge is the secret, I may truly never learn the language of the universe as math still continues to fly way over the top of my head. The only way I could possibly describe it is the science has me spellbound.

So I was noting to the fact that sometimes my emotions get the better of me, I have learned through the years that we all suffer from this. Consider it a genetic disorder, As humans we often bottle up our emotions, our feelings suppressing them. As studies have shown this only does you harm, So each of us deal with this disorder in our own individual way. Mine just so happens to that my mind decides to become, well lazy. Refusing to tap into the creative side of my brain and string words together, The longest one of these episodes lasted as well over five years.

The Ironic part about the whole situation is now that I have cured my depression, who used to feel and think that the only reason I could write like I did and still do was because of my depression, my morbid and darker nature. Later of course I found out this to be wrong. Every time I lapse into disorder I find myself growing more and more depressed, an almost exact opposite from the way I was years ago.

Over the course of a month when I can calm the storm and catch some rem sleep, I find myself back at the hospital each time "new" things are revealed to me things that had happened but had suppressed or forgotten. Little things, and substantial things. I remember not being able to use the bathroom without someone standing in there with me, not that he tried anything it was the morality of the situation that I found frustrating. I went in under Suicide watch, stripped me of anything I could use that would be harmful down to my shoe laces. placed in a room where every ten minutes an attendee would walk by. Rounded up like cattle on "Their" time "their" desire for a cigarette and the worst memory of all the one that still haunts me to this day, a Judge telling me I was unfit to take care of myself. The whole time sitting there in a drug induced haze hardly able to even coherently speak or string words together in my mind, yet the words he spoke echoed through my ears, shaking me to my core that another human being had the power with the rise of his hand to take all my freedoms, all of my liberties.

I believe this is the first time I ever truly spoke up about that experience in my life, with good reason it should lay at rest within the darkest recess of my mind. A good thing came from such a horrible experience, I learned very quickly that I was perfectly sane, living in an insane world.
Even now if my insomnia were a drug I would be peaking, I have been up a total of 48 hours with no sleep or "power naps" and far from tired. Yet since I am writing this I am tapping into my creative side of the brain so I must be on the right track to once again centering myself.