Everywhere you go you have to sneak around
You mainly have to work 3rd shift
You’re always dressed in black
…a little gothic don’t you think?
You have to carry around so much baggage
you know…stars, smoke bombs etc. etc.
You never really can reveal yourself to anyone
Also, no one can ever know if you are happy, sad or angry…
you always have the ninja face
If you make one mistake, even just a very small mistake
you could die
When you go to sleep you always have to wonder,
“Is another Ninja mad at me?”
I’m sorry, but this is too much pressure.
Maybe you should think about being a peasant?
(propaganda from a Samurai)
6/23/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Continued meditation brings great profit to the soul. Passant and transient thoughts are more pleasant, but not so profitable. Deliberate meditation is of most use because it secures the return of the thoughts. —Thomas Manton
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
INternal INtervention
Have I influenced
the increasingly
instituted individuals
who have invented
interpretations
not otherwise introduced?
Do they have issues
installed by initiated
self-introspection?
Or perhaps instructions
from implemented ideas
to improve?
Hmm…
This is not about “I”
but rather what’s “in”
Internally true
Show me your true identification
you may need to perform
an internal investigation
Surgery if need be
I’ll pull it out of your chest
show you your heart
See it beat
the music of your
true self
In so much as I can explain
It’s not about me
but it’s about you
Influence can be like
Influenza
Sickening isn’t it?
Catch it if you can
I carry the bug
Does it bug you I care?
I’m not passing the
H1 N1
but more like the
I1 U1
We’re all infected
and it’s not about “I”
but it’s what’s “in”
Internally true
Welcome to my lair
my spare
time
tic toc
tic
before the toc
I stop the clock
and cause you to
wonder
what you are
what you’re doing
this life you’re pursuing
Wallowing in advice
and mellowing out
the drama
whether about Obama,
Osama,
or your Momma
Staggering what’s true
But that’s how you feel
when you have the flu
Take two capsules
call me in the morning
I’m in your head
now meditate in sickness
upon your bed
Reflect upon this sickness
of mine
that points out the sickness
in you.
It’s not about “I”
but rather about
whats “in”
Internally true
So?...before it’s too late.
What’s truly in me?
and my friend…
What’s truly in You?
Tic toc
tic…
6-20-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
I usually don't use this type of tone, but I thought the subject matter called for it. I also wanted to do something out from the ordinary...looking back I suppose it has somewhat of a rap tone though. : )
the increasingly
instituted individuals
who have invented
interpretations
not otherwise introduced?
Do they have issues
installed by initiated
self-introspection?
Or perhaps instructions
from implemented ideas
to improve?
Hmm…
This is not about “I”
but rather what’s “in”
Internally true
Show me your true identification
you may need to perform
an internal investigation
Surgery if need be
I’ll pull it out of your chest
show you your heart
See it beat
the music of your
true self
In so much as I can explain
It’s not about me
but it’s about you
Influence can be like
Influenza
Sickening isn’t it?
Catch it if you can
I carry the bug
Does it bug you I care?
I’m not passing the
H1 N1
but more like the
I1 U1
We’re all infected
and it’s not about “I”
but it’s what’s “in”
Internally true
Welcome to my lair
my spare
time
tic toc
tic
before the toc
I stop the clock
and cause you to
wonder
what you are
what you’re doing
this life you’re pursuing
Wallowing in advice
and mellowing out
the drama
whether about Obama,
Osama,
or your Momma
Staggering what’s true
But that’s how you feel
when you have the flu
Take two capsules
call me in the morning
I’m in your head
now meditate in sickness
upon your bed
Reflect upon this sickness
of mine
that points out the sickness
in you.
It’s not about “I”
but rather about
whats “in”
Internally true
So?...before it’s too late.
What’s truly in me?
and my friend…
What’s truly in You?
Tic toc
tic…
6-20-09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
I usually don't use this type of tone, but I thought the subject matter called for it. I also wanted to do something out from the ordinary...looking back I suppose it has somewhat of a rap tone though. : )
Saturday, June 20, 2009
To Death With Lies
You surrounded me with walls
Entangled me with affairs
Tied me down with my flaws
Pointed out the stairs
I took the stairs as a challenge
And climbed to the top
I didn’t listen to the railing
Or the urge to stop
Yet, your words cut deep
Yes, they drew blood
The focus on my faults
Came in like a flood
Knocking me off my feet
And falling to the ground
You drew your sword
Stood upon a mound
High in the air you now
Thrust to kill
Painful words not enough
My blood you will spill
I muster the strength
To move just in time
I grab the handle
This now is my crime
Hold still my destroyer
Don’t you dare move
I now have the power
And I have something to prove
Get down on your knees
And beg for another breath
This is the pain you caused
Let me show you the depth
Hold still now as I carve
Out my pain
For all these memories
You will be slain
The sword draws swiftly
Straight for the neck
He is grimacing
An emotional wreck
The sword cut like butter
And to my captive’s surprise
With all my strength
I had cut through his lies
Yes, I spared his life that day
At the same moment saving mine
His lies are now dead
And I am just fine.
6/16/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
Entangled me with affairs
Tied me down with my flaws
Pointed out the stairs
I took the stairs as a challenge
And climbed to the top
I didn’t listen to the railing
Or the urge to stop
Yet, your words cut deep
Yes, they drew blood
The focus on my faults
Came in like a flood
Knocking me off my feet
And falling to the ground
You drew your sword
Stood upon a mound
High in the air you now
Thrust to kill
Painful words not enough
My blood you will spill
I muster the strength
To move just in time
I grab the handle
This now is my crime
Hold still my destroyer
Don’t you dare move
I now have the power
And I have something to prove
Get down on your knees
And beg for another breath
This is the pain you caused
Let me show you the depth
Hold still now as I carve
Out my pain
For all these memories
You will be slain
The sword draws swiftly
Straight for the neck
He is grimacing
An emotional wreck
The sword cut like butter
And to my captive’s surprise
With all my strength
I had cut through his lies
Yes, I spared his life that day
At the same moment saving mine
His lies are now dead
And I am just fine.
6/16/09
Copyright © 2009 Brian Jackson All rights reserved
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