They're dropping bombs on Santiago
but they're doing it real slow
setting fire to Memphis, Tennessee
but nobody's to know,
and they're creeping up the back stairs
going to take you far from home,
welcome to the World today
the brand new twilight zone.

They **** kids who play in Palestine
****** women in Bengal and
call it all the act of war, they
pull time from underneath our feet,
beat confessions out with wooden sticks,
plant bombs and blow your place to bits
but
they still drop bombs
they dropped last night
killed how many,
is 100 right?
1000 more
one thousand more than that enough?
huff and puff they'll blow you and your town to far enough away that kids can no longer play,
and don't you ******' say that you weren't warned, but torn between the sofa and the bingo hall, what's another war, yeah that's good, **** all.
but they're bombing Santiago
and you won't see it on the news,
your view's been disinherited,
you're suffocated by the media and breathe through pipes that feed you crack *******, you don't feel the pain, don't hear the cry, don't know that not only dead people lie in their own ****.

And it's quiet in the suburbs, closed shops littering the street, hope you don't miss the soap opera before the bombs drop down to greet your town,
sleep safe tonight,
one hundred thousand could be right.

Drown out my own thoughts
With music and pain--
I can't stand myself.
Being the monster inside of my head
Has changed my perspective.

Never was I kind, good, beautiful.
Selfish-- yes.
How could I expect to be anything else?
Ugly to the core,
Scared of what others thought of me.
I needn't to...
They never thought of me.

I was only a pretty face to talk to
When everyone else was missing.
Never belonging anywhere,
Absorbed by the background,
Hiding from my memories,
The happy ones that could take me from this misery,
But those things happened too long ago to

Help.

I need you,
My mind is screaming,
The monster is winning,
I am becoming nothing but
Dust.

To live life well
Yet not to worry
Put kindness first
And not the fury

To show your feelings
Without regret
To be yourself
Without a threat

To help out freely
And not be shamed
To do your best
And not be blamed

To speak your mind
Without concern
To listen well
So you can learn

To live your values
Yet not impose
To let others follow
The one’s, they chose
WIZDUMBs BY JA 10

Philosophy involves feeling
like an unknowing child
most of the time, brief
revelation and then
unknowingness
returns again.

Here,I sit under the tree.
Playing a game of shade and sun with the branches and leaves.
I don't know them,
yet they reveal me.
I,a Mighty stranger,
Struggle to envision the panorama of the skies.
Truth and lies?
In the treacherous company of delusions,
I go seek.
Now,I lay on Earth
with the dried maple leaves.
And the skies divulge,
as the clouds glide with the eddies of wind and well,time.
Is time the reminder of existence?
Or is it the lane of memories?
Yet only one road is known to me.
Paranoia.
Thus I rise from dust,
Shedding off the leaves and soil.
To bid adieu to the trees and the skies
who still prize their Unknown.
Time,was now preposterous.
The sun descending in a bliss.
I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears

If you keep wanting what you don't have,
*you'll never have what you want