When We Think Of Ourselves Is It Our Visual Self We Consider?

When it comes right down to it, not a lot needs to be said about being alive

But what DOES need to be said is that life is definitely an opportunity and

Taking full advantage of it does not have to include taking full

Advantage of people or things. While its true that forests

don’t provide much value beyond oxygen unless

They’re burned or chopped down each tree

Harvested makes space for the next

Thing which will be made to fit.

Making and breaking seem

To stroll arm in arm but

Should be separated

Due to weighing

So heavy on

Each other.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

War is a Racket – Marine General Smedley Butler

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TV on the Radio – DLZ

Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog’s lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it’s curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never
Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalised. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure’s fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird’s eye view of who’s next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who’s next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y’all could use a doctor
Who’s sick, who’s next?

Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It’s crystallized, so am I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who’s next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

lyrics courtesy: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/DLZ-lyrics-TV-On-The-Radio/85396AC351B08481482575210008DE0C