The world shall know me soon.
Month: February 2013
I am where I am today because it could be no other way.
Jezabelle
A woman’s body upon mine,
Clad none, dressed in light,
Skin of white, pale, just right,
A scent of semen, her lips
surrounding my inner want,
Together, we become a serpent,
Rising into the air without spine,
A love affair between two,
for life.
Jezabelle
A woman’s body upon mine,
Clad none, dressed in light,
Skin of white, pale, just right,
A scent of semen, her lips
surrounding my inner want,
Together, we become a serpent,
Rising into the air without spine,
A love affair between two,
for life.
I have my faith. I just want fulfillment. Lord grant me that. I look around and I wonder. What will I achieve?
Need to quit my job and become economically self-dependent. I can’t live this way anymore, slaving to others. I want freedom, relaxation, money, wealth and fulfillment. There are many things I want, beyond those desires too, like prestige, reputation, accomplishment, applause, legacy, glory, fame. And sometimes I don’t want any of that, but what I am saying is I want to be able to want whatever. Can I not be free in this world? And when all of that is achieved, what am I to do next? What is the purpose of this life, the greater purpose for me and all other individual men? To defeat the evildoers who violate justice? And then what? What happens then? Are we temporal? Will we live eternally, happily? What do we not know? Ah, questions…
Deep within me is the desire to do something great, to be something great. That is why with everything I do, I put myself at the highest standard. It is my nature. It is who I am.
They tie themselves up for security, then they look for mistresses.
Wish I could just go to New York, perform my songs, then retreat to Chicago, to sit in my den and make music. I just want my peace of mind, some solitude, and creative freedom. I am distracted by so much. False friends. Worthless slave-wage-based jobs. Philosophical lies. Cultural and global collective ignorance. What is all this nonsense I subject myself to? And on top of it all I have the audacity to give into the fear of not being something great, of not knowing myself, reality, and what I want to accomplish. These fears are pathetic and I should never have to face them. I am an artist, crying for expression, suffering for my own humanity and individualism, something most people rob you of. I must attain. I must attain.
Why are forces so conservative and static? Why does Taylor Swift dominate the radio? What are people so afraid of? What freedom are we afraid of?
