what can tortured lonely creator do to break free?
To get rid of all his oppressors and get into  equanimity
the answer is single: to write, sculpt or paint!
but what is when he is droven mad?
Michel Foucault said that nobody yet have created something
by staying in madness..

what else?
Write letters,letters, letters, untill you see how superficial or ****** up are your addressees?
It will end in loony bin
where psychiatric terror make from him a aboulic lamb
he remain being broken forever untill this magic moment
if he will be so lucky to meet a friend
such real friend who gift him understanding
understanding is only salvation
understanding is only solution
understanding is only freedom

Longing for someone to touch my soul.
Bring the light into the darkness.
Fix the heart thats now parted.
Tears that fall endlessly because of feeling unwanted.
The emptiness that fills my stomach like im just now meeting you. Wanting to speak up , but i feel you dont want me to.
Daily I speak to my mind saying youre going to come back .
But how its looking now , i feel theres no turning back.
Why just why did you have to hurt me ? Through all the situations and problems , i was the eye to your soul.
When people did you wrong , i build up with anger.
When all along , your killing my mind.
Mentally confused , mind so abused. Words that fill my head , & thoughts i have of you.
Memories that haunt me , that i want to leave.
Soul desire for your longing touch. Was in for so long , just wonder if it was love.
Feining for your presence , im blinded by lust.
Problems built up to today thats causing me not to trust.
That deep, drowned ,feeling of my heart sinking whenever i hear your name.
I push myself so far , mentally and physically everyday.
The echoes of your mind repeats through my heart.
The words you said to me , when we were first droven apart.
I cry and i cry but i laugh after a while.
Trying to hide over my heart , that i dont plan to use for a while.

I know how bad life is, so I saw  this little  guy driven.

So I ran outside to get a little  high.

But I know that your  not  home and, I know that I've Droven you a little crazy.

Then you went home and  got really really mad.... And I know  that  I'm not the person you  would want, but there's alot  of things that  I've Said sorry  for .

But baby just give me one more  chance, hey hey  ouu hey hey  I mean so much to you.

And I love u , like you love me baby .

I love u alot Johnathan Locke baby

One day I took a walk by the lake
There was a film I had to make
I was thinking about all the footage I could take
But was shocked by the river's state

Trash covered the banks from end to end
Quite the difficult situation to mend
All the disgusting videos I would have to send
All because no one had a hand to extend

I was shocked by what I saw
Saddened that littering wasn't breaking the law
The river was littered with plastic bags and straws
But what could be the cause

Rivers are the lifeblood of humanity
But our love of money has droven us to insanity
People save money by dumping their trash in rivers
Despite knowing that plastic can't be broken down by other people's livers

We blame others or the government for our problems
Despite directly or indirectly contributing to the dump at the bottom
Even if we don't trash ourselves, do we not have the audacity to stop 'em
We can be a part of the solution instead of the squabble