Something’s happening, and a lot of people aren’t realizing it. They can feel it, sure; but they aren’t quite able to put their finger on the sensation that they’re experiencing. So let me try to do it for you. I’m going to describe the phenomenon to which I refer in one, concise, statement: Your consciousness … More The Most Important Thing I’ve Ever Written
My little dog, he follows you He mimics all the things we do He wonders why there’s things out there Why he has nothing to compare He watches fights at the dog park He hears the hounds all howl and bark He asks them why they disagree They look at him, then look at me … More My Little Dog
All these thoughts that hide inside are more than just things in our mind, they’re things that we all can confide and they deserve to be defined. Living in this world we’ve clayed has made us rotten, so decayed, that no one seems to know the answer to “how is a smile made?” Nothing matters … More My Plea
Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make … More Peeping, Pulling
A challenge, it should not be to Find someone to see things through Sharing life with only one For that’s what all the wolves have done Till death we part, they howl and cheer With a new litter every year The alpha finds his alpha mate To spend his life and share his fate What … More Memories
Once upon a time before the universe existed There lived someone who thought and said “well maybe I should twist it” Lo behold, the worlds were born because He was assisted By those He made to fill the realm, the humans He enlisted He started simple, started quick, for there was so much work to … More The Song of Greed
I told him to sit down and wait, so I could get my shoestrings tied I told him it would be one moment until I let him outside As I look back what does he do? Decides to be a bad, bad dog I know I raised no lumberjack, but still he drops a big … More Baxident
Such lonely clouds, these thoughts of love If capable, I’m even of At night I lay down, just to think My sad, sore eyes, they rarely blink I wonder if it could be me Or if I’m just melancholy I wonder if there’s one out there Whose minds like mine, and too aware Too conditioned … More Grayest of Blue Skies
I can’t explain the pain I feel I can’t explain the hurt He deals I can’t explain why sad has come I can’t explain what He has done So sorely do I wish to know Are we just threads that He can sew? Are we just pieces on a board? Are we unnoticed to our … More It’s Up to Us
Alrighty. I’m going to begin this here blog entry with a disclaimer – this is probably going to sound crazy to a lot of you. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that. So let me first begin by saying the following: People, as we all know, tend to be predictable. It isn’t exactly rocket science to spend … More The World is Run by Psychopaths…and They’re Too Stupid to Realize It
How the World Should Work 