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pushing",<br />Out sheer unconsciousness a switch heelflip of such beauty came into existence,<br />As it touched my soul both my feet captured the spinning object,<br />Still floating forever it seemed as I realized again that skateboarding's a dream,<br />Feelings of indescribable proportion as I grew tired I watched the sunset split the sky,<br />No remaining question of "who am I".JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-80172481402149318662009-01-19T09:11:00.002+10:002009-01-19T09:14:09.031+10:00Canvass of LifeFor the world is a piece of art,<br />There are many painters,<br />I too am a painter,<br />Therefore I will work my brush,<br />As the way to power,<br />Is your will to paint.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-85934726821776853162009-01-17T18:30:00.002+10:002009-01-17T19:18:49.771+10:00Anti-warewolfWhen we creep on the floor,<br />I love you ever more,<br />Eyes shut darkness comes,<br />anti-werewolf has to run.<br /><br />To flee the vampire woman,<br />To flee the vampire woman,<br /><br />So I ran out her door,<br />blood was fresh on the floor,<br />She tried to posses me,<br />I'd rather remain free,<br /><br />To flee the vampire woman,<br />To flee the vampire woman,<br />I gotta go even though your good lookin,<br />I gotta leave.<br /><br />Fear is in my blood,<br />It drains all the love,<br />the anti-warewolf syndrome,<br />Free I once was,<br /><br />To be me, me, just me,<br />Now I got you in side of me,<br />and its hard...<br />real hard to feel free,<br /><br />The battle exists lets face it,<br />The battle exists two faces,<br />Always happy then sad,<br />I'm tired<br /><br />So I sleep real deep,<br />...<br />Real deep I sleep<br />...JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-9199766241367398372009-01-06T22:11:00.002+10:002009-01-06T22:13:57.673+10:00Night animalsThe Owl is a dark ball in the backdrop of night. <br />No it does not cry.<br />But it hoots to the Possum who has established his life on a powerline.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-81280881319918101502009-01-06T22:07:00.002+10:002009-01-06T22:11:21.921+10:00The road sideHere it comes for me. The car roaring from the depths of evil. Destined to take my vulnerable limbs. Destined to put me further in a life of misery and beauty. Can I still write? If not, I can continue to dream? If not, I can finally die. Must our dreams continue to paint such beauty so effortlessly? The car just passed me by.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-24472210752987630682009-01-06T21:51:00.003+10:002009-01-06T22:05:45.529+10:00LetterDear you,<br /><br />I wish to declare our friendship. So we can share more with each other through joy, honesty, and disagreement. Two friends sharing the experience of what it is to live. Duration of ones life does not simply reflect wisdom but rather there perception of life and self-reality. Wisdom is discovered through self reality and understood by letting go of that reality. Like wisdom, friendship is the deception of connectivity that can be brought about by letting go of all which you had held in such importance. Whether it be status, wealth, and children or for myself hopelessness, self-hypocrisy, and seriousness. For I love you and I hope that who we are and what we will seemingly become should be defined through the true essence of purity. For purity is nothingness. A life can only be lived and never planned nor can it fit into any concept of what is most desirable. You are a bright star, continue to burn until your spirit is overcome and vanishes.<br /><br />Love me.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-35084303953825918182009-01-06T00:35:00.007+10:002009-01-06T01:11:04.670+10:00The Shire Tea House: a night of unfathomable experience and timeless universal communication driven by intuitive understanding of when to move onEverything fades to black,<br />I can finally relax,<br />The thought of letting go,<br />is so seductive.<br /><br />Fuck all the self-doubt,<br />Just fly in spirit,<br />In the spirit of doing,<br />Doing what it is that you are meant to do.<br /><br />Shut up and listen,<br />Only until you do this,<br />Will you be able to defeat judgment,<br />And begin to learn.<br /><br />So much truth was spoken to me,<br />Wisdom which has no absolute context,<br />Wisdom inspired from the experience,<br />Of freedom from societal oppression.<br /><br />A love so strong that it convinced me,<br />That our world is changing,<br />The spirit of greater consciousness,<br />The spirit of what is fun.<br /><br />One must begin to listen to the dead,<br />Especially those who are termed as being dead from society,<br />The ones who have been told that they're no good,<br />These ones are always the best ones.<br /><br />The space you are in gives ones self the time to grow and accept your experience. Seek this experience, as you will let go and let wisdom endure a lifetime.<br /><br />The strange way or state of mind that does not let things exist and be observed as how they truly are will suck you under and destroy your consciousness.<br /><br />The feelings of non existence maybe so, however, the aspects that come in this fairytale can not be ignored as they are powerful and worth believing in.<br /><br />All things do indeed exist but only within the greater illusion of life. We are merely finding a way within illusion.<br /><br />This understanding becomes important for our own clarity and place within illusion. Letting go is the most beautiful experience and quite possibly my first true experience ever.<br /><br />No more nothing<br />No more holding back<br />No more dreadful seriousness<br />No more false fear in illusion<br />More love and friendship<br /><br />The Shire Tea House: a night of unfathomable experience and timeless universal communication driven by intuitive understanding of when to move on. As you should always trust your feelings for when it is time to move on. Moving on comes with consequences but living requires a strong sense of self who is able to prevail through this illusion of powerful uncertainty.<br /><br />Jordan -- or -- Jacob the leader of the ringed ladder which one can hold on to if they desire an outcome created by society.<br /><br />OR they can simply let go into the abis of self-creation.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-73756067049357460562009-01-04T22:31:00.000+10:002009-01-04T22:32:23.753+10:00Earth SongThere is nothing we need so we're fine,<br />It takes a lifetime to travel your mind,<br />So the sooner you start then the sooner you find,<br />That society rests in your mind,<br /><br />Go free yourself from the fare,<br />Your body is bleeding from polluted air,<br />just trust me you'll find yourself,<br />In self-incluion your name is a ghost,<br /><br />There is a war being waged,<br />through fear and uncertainty,<br />seek self-truth,<br />there is no other way,<br /><br />We need you back here on Earth,<br />You were in your head your while your soul bled,<br />But there is still room for you here,<br />We will take away the pain don't you fear,<br /><br />Why must I feel so down,<br />These walls are coming down,<br />Around me,<br />So I will make my own<br /><br />The higher you climb the further you fall,<br />Evil will knock at your door,<br />Purity will make you free,<br />From self-deluded blaspheme,<br /><br />I have been dreaming my whole life,<br />Now kindly you stopped to put me in line,<br />You must mind your own matters,<br />Peak through the blinds into my eyes,<br /><br />Observe the soul,<br />It's not fixed but moving,<br />Forever dreaming,<br />About the present day.<br /><br />We need you back here on Earth,<br />You were in your head while your soul bled,<br />There is still room for you here,<br />We will take away the pain don't you fear,<br /><br />We need you back here on Earth,<br />You were in your head while your soul bled,<br />But there is still room for you here,<br />We will take away the pain don't you fear,<br /><br />Find your way through your dreams,<br />But what is wrong with living it,<br />Don't wake from your dream,<br />Time is a dark concept,JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-34777880945678368662009-01-04T21:39:00.002+10:002009-01-04T22:22:43.498+10:00WarThe sound of bullets puncture and crush the lives of ourselves. We are more than brothers and sisters. We are all the same. <br /><br />War has again ravaged the lives of the innocent. These false mentalities which we all hold in place. They are not human nature. We have created these concepts and they are manifest throughout history and our present day. <br /><br />Our parasitic orthodox perceptions are driven by our manipulated understanding of survival. The truth is manifest in history only because we are kept in this perverted abis of darkness. No human can see in the dark. Who may I ask is leading us to accept such tragedy? Should we act with the same level of barbarism? Should we continue to make people suffer for our own indirect feelings of pleasure? Must we continue to be defined by a race which is selfdecaying? <br /><br />Take personal responsibility for the decisions you make and the following consequences. People must not hide and congregate in spastic groups. Set yourself free from all reality. Do what you want. But others will always be watching even the ones watching will be watched.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-57669177486506225932009-01-04T16:18:00.006+10:002009-01-17T22:42:22.386+10:00NothingI was sitting trigger ready to throw you into space,<br />Introverted cowboy listens to no one<br />But himself when he's got one<br /><br />As you watched so attentively I showed you no way,<br />Preachers merely creatures of their own way,<br />Cross-eyed lover head and heart show me something,<br /><br />Where's your truth is it inside your spells?<br />Book from heaven is the book from hell,<br />At least that's what the crazy Christian man said,<br /><br />Teacher your my creature blind me with your faith,<br />Power symphony wrings loudly in finite space,<br />Time traveler lost his mind through night,<br /><br />Sure you think I'm crazy but I just think your blind,<br />Listen to the stillness where all answers can be found,<br />Hey all will burn someday,<br /><br />It is all gonna burn someday<br />It is all gonna burn someway.<br />That's alright<br />It's ok.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-5749956735676205952009-01-02T19:53:00.000+10:002009-01-02T20:09:57.308+10:00Undiscovered Answers and New Consciousness<div style="text-align: center;">Undiscovered Answers and New Consciousness<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">People don't fully feel natural to dramatically change.<br /><br />Isn't it interesting that conservative or 'establishist' theory is a necessary tool used to create the idea of progress. Insignificance is the embodiment of science, rationality, and making sense of the unknown. The unknown can then be used as power. The only concept of freedom is to be free from the unknown. Anarchy. Rules exist in the self. Every self applies different rules to their existence. <br /><br />When the sun burns and the rivers flow let us then revisit the true nature of ourselves.<br /><br />This collective being which has been blessed with telepathy long before it could speak is only now making sense of things using language. However so many other tangible and ideological beliefs have yet to be discovered within the communication of telepathy.<br /><br />Let us discover. Let us venture in new ways of dreaming to uncover understanding which is floating amongst space. Very likely our answers are false. There are never answers for those who belong to the creator. One must dream to initiate the conquest of the cosmos. A rocket or telescope displays only what the eyes can see. <br /><br />Imagine and dream that is what Einstein did. <br /><br /></div></div>JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-81825713129498605312008-12-28T18:27:00.000+10:002008-12-28T21:17:18.812+10:00City Streetscm-fm-cm-g<br />g#-g<br /><br />Big city streets are never safe,<br />Don't trust the people with the suit and case,<br />Evil will bring you further under the ground.<br /><br />Watch yourself you may find,<br />strangers and dangers out caste past time,<br />we lost our watches while we lived from forest.<br /><br />All people are held in captivity,<br />Powerful tyrants fuel hypocrisy,<br />Go free yourself for freedom itself.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-82409157082537980882008-12-28T11:25:00.001+10:002008-12-28T12:29:42.611+10:00I left on the bus this morning. No I actually walked to the grocery store to buy some food in the early morning. An unfamiliar feeling was haunting me. It was positive. <br /><br />I listened to music. Music that most would not care to listen too that early in the morning but it was one of those special mornings. The mornings when I wake up to the adventure of my own solitude. Walking to town on an overcast day, no shoes, no heat, just pursing a partial destiny and not even knowing what to focus my attention on. So I gazed. <br /><br />The streets were baron as all shops were closed. So I waited.<br /><br />After the shops I was sitting on the bench waiting for the late bus. It was an enjoyable moment with cigarette in hand, Nietzsche in hand, ipod in ear, but appreciation was dissolved by distraction. <br /><br />A dark man, some would call spooky, simply touched my umbrella in my backpack as it precariously lay on the bench and side walk. I looked at the man, smiled, and replied to his action with a soft "hi". He was somewhat startled as I disrupted his world. <br /><br />"Your not from here are you a foreigner?" he asked, due to the lack of my Australian accent. I replied, "I am Australian" and his reaction was expressed oddly. He rebutted, "Right, Well I am the real Australian. 1st generation bratha!" "I am aware of that" I said while smiling back to him. We introduced ourselves before he told me to stand up to give him a hug. It was the best hug I have ever experienced. Time was irrelevant. It was pure. He said, "Bratha I wish you and your family all the best." Shortly after we disembraced his friend brought him a pack of Victoria Bitter to drink away his sorrow. He is a lover. Am I a creator? <br /><br />I look inside the pages of my book to see whatever it is that I am meant to see. One people have conqured another people and the pain is accute in some and not in others. Simpathy from society is merely a social reaction from their oppression. <br /><br />Nietzsche writes <span style="font-style: italic;">On The Way Of The Creator</span>,<br /><br />"Alas, there is so much lusting for the heights! There are so many convulsions of the ambitious. Show me that you are not one of the lustful and ambitious.<br />Alas, there are so many great thoughts which do no more than a bellows: they puff up and make emptier.<br />You call yourself free? Your dormant thought I want to hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke. Are you one of those who had the <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span> to <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>escape from a yoke? There are some who threw away their last value when then threw away their servitude. Free <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> what? As if that mattered the Zarathustra! But your eyes should tell me brightly: free for what?"<br /><br />That text resonated through my experience with the real Australian. <br /><br />I cought the bus home an rethought about colonial oppression, the lover and the creator.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-54424543780143257052008-12-27T18:00:00.000+10:002008-12-27T22:11:25.231+10:00Violent repercussions they demand our full attention,<br />We're falling off the side of the high horse again,<br />Just pushing hard forever while I try to boarder,<br />What I really stand for in this apologetic life,<br /><br />Fear from nothing but your mind and fear together,<br />Creative fireballs extract the con from the conman,<br />As we sail through this uncertain realm of uncertainty,<br />We forget that society has tried to make words and a reality,<br />for us,<br /><br />Words are strong on paper your ideas are lucid with flavor,<br />It is hard to exist without an African drum so when will you buy one,<br />Moderately thinking your dieing to kill a king<br /><br />We will all run away from the mess that has been made,<br />Should we stay to fight their short sight or is it over ,JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-46738193189230509902008-10-15T14:38:00.000+10:002008-10-15T14:39:44.646+10:00BI am as fluid as water,<br />I fill all cracks<br />even the deepest,<br /><br />Water worries without reason,<br />I get caught in the waste,<br />be calm water will rejuvenate,<br /><br />I blind my vision for a moment,<br />and feel what it would be like,<br />All the horrors disappear,<br /><br />I picture myself living my life,<br />without visual perception,<br />all is black and all is nothing,<br /><br />The apocalypse comes,<br />to rescue me,<br />but its beauty I can not see,<br /><br />So for a moment,<br />I open my eyes,<br />I see reflection of a burning flame,<br /><br />The human world did stop,<br />but I didn't notice,<br />all the reaction I preconceived?<br /><br />Nothing changed,<br />change does not exist,<br />our Earth grows as we pass,<br /><br />Passion is with me,<br />follow it,<br />and live through it,<br /><br />I can't go wrong,<br />all of this is my song,<br />my life am the one.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-83393155575417222502008-09-17T10:04:00.000+10:002008-09-17T10:32:05.993+10:00EscapeI need to escape from my head but it is not that easy. No wonder why I'm confused. My head is a complex electrical circuit and the pathways are deteriorating from so much usage. Not from over thinking but strenuous thought all the time.<br /><br />When I open my eyes my head hurts, I pause for a moment to try and think less or from my heart but the feelings do not last as this time is merely an alternation. In that moment of feeling, which is now, the leaves drop around my communicator and the gray ski blows a steady breeze past my bench.<br /><br />I think to better myself. I came to Australia to better my self and direction. Indeed I have done that with support academically and socially. But there is a gaping hole in my self. I'm am learning, breathing, growing, and now I am left with complete dissatisfaction. My heart is not with me. When it is, it is only there for a moment and I can not live through it. To tell you the truth I am very afraid to stop using logic in the prediction that I will stop growing. But the contradiction is there and I am aware, but it is the fear that stops me. <br /><br />I sense my father within me when I am in Australia. When we see each other our twisted logic collides into some sort of murky energy. This energy is not influential as it does pass. <br /><br />Not like a friend who I will have to the end, has shown me his way, one which is truly influential. But it is his way. I will have my own, and I will continue to grow even when my material is compressed into stone.<br /><br />There is a skill to be comfortable in yourself whereby you can treat yourself with the up most respect and love.<br /><br />An individual I must continue to be. A balance of love and logic.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-13225145710725348532008-08-30T19:50:00.000+10:002008-08-30T20:19:03.484+10:00Looking At Smoke spilling contradicting thoughtsIs it always right to waste for the pleasure of our own eyes?<br /><br />Fireworks for the sake of expressing whatever. Freedom? I was thinking it would be funny to make a study about the human reaction to fireworks? Imagine if the study concluded that it decreased the human tendency for aggression and war-like feelings? Or I guess as Ahmed told me, 'a reason for people to drink'. 'I don't know man', I replied. <br /><br />It is unquestionable that the 'dumbing' down of society exists and alcohol and fireworks are a perfect combination, with of course, the preamble by the media concluding that 'tonight will be a special night and I hope to see you there.' Really I doubt that there is an easier way to keep people in line. Booze and fireworks. <br /><br />As I sat there I hoped I wasn't the only one thinking about the carbon emmissions from the result of a fireworks show of any magnitude.<br /><br />But for some reason I am still dazzeled by a $7.4 billion F-14 scream accross the sky unloading its fuel for the sake of celebration.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-41425375663248374722008-08-22T17:38:00.000+10:002008-08-22T18:00:45.547+10:00Western SkyPicturesk sky tells no lies,<br />the sun sets from east to west,<br />the light has come it will again,<br />the time is now for referendum,<br /><br />A better place is of baron land,<br />So much space but we can not erase,<br />this established race white faced,<br />will learn the land not dominate it,<br /><br />Towers of technology,<br />so high tall and unnatural,<br />buildings blocks are mobilized,<br />I will build a house from a tree,<br /><br />Seriously here we are,<br />no escaping only traveling,<br />I am happy that this is true,<br />I will live my life with an I,<br /><br />So now I strive to tell no lie,<br />a positive step in space and time,<br />Give freedom to me and the others,<br />Empower the mothers and brothers,<br /><br />Change is no natural like life,<br />thus the only thing we know is right,<br />grasp your inner beauty to find,<br />that your mind and heart is not apart<br />it is concealed in your bodily artJordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-45490876601901701362008-08-21T12:14:00.000+10:002008-08-21T12:43:37.460+10:00Over AnalysingShe sits there by the Forgan Smith,<br />Her eyes are sharp and they will wip,<br />my perception is art deep and close,<br />I feel that my body is a floating ghost.<br /><br />Over analysis is used to make sense of life,<br />I can't accept your reaction as right,<br />Quarreling birds above me are fueled with life,<br />Their energy smells like cheap cough medicine.<br /><br />Pretentious pricks are pink like pansies,<br />A flip of the hair that you wear on your head,<br />A turkey pecks at human waste abused and dead,<br />Are those umbrellas pink or purple?<br /><br />Communication has become useless and wasteful,<br />carbon is expelled from your blood cells,<br />Social circles always a circle unbroken and strong,<br />I can see truth that you will become a killer.<br /><br />Do I need life is my connectivity strong,<br />Was I born to be this hobo bum,<br />I'm fucking insane with relational insanity,<br />I don't need drugs to get outside reality.<br /><br />I feel so far out through over-analysis,<br />I am now a threat to progressive pretending,<br />This perception is back its back again,<br />The energex is fighting us away,<br /><br />Lock me up I will not live another day...JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-28767352974916171982008-08-16T23:53:00.001+10:002009-01-27T22:37:33.813+10:00SelfcentricI can hear the voices,<br />their in my head and in your bed,<br />sleeping through visioned nights,<br />no lucid dream in unsettled light,<br /><br />I'm a boy in cartoon figure,<br />free to travel unbound by time,<br />any rate slower or faster,<br />will kill me before my destiny,<br /><br />So I climb I climb,<br />my thin tree of life,<br />one purpose so absolute,<br />I fall without a parachute,<br /><br />Delayed shadows dilute perception,<br />my heart and mind has battled and broken,<br />past events come to the surface,<br />my soul seeks expression and purpose,<br /><br />I can't ignore I must embrace,<br />my-self this path and your face,<br />A present moment of clarity,<br />this life is a calamity<br /><br />*This text are the lyrics for one of my new songs.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-12523883806926009782008-08-12T18:42:00.000+10:002008-08-12T19:05:36.772+10:00Positivity in Social EnergyUniversal energy vibrant,<br />waiting to be perceived,<br />by young thinkers,<br />whom attract this energy.<br /><br />Thinkers before us,<br />examine life's tenancies,<br />looking for explanations,<br />is the balance found in positivity?<br /><br />Nature as observed ,<br />holds the key laws and reactions,<br />imagine a utopia a phenomenon,<br />the secret: a balanced and harmonious life.<br /><br />Natural is important,<br />positive harmony,<br />energy is all around,<br />learn from negative and positive.<br /><br />Matter strikes a balance,<br />the balance of existence,<br />we exist as once scattered life,<br />chemical consciousness: Electricity<br /><br />So there is an aspect,<br />one which is social,<br />take the negative take the positive,<br />all is one and one is all.<br /><br />Will humans practice harmony,<br />or will our atoms,<br />find a place in the land, air and sea,<br />We must rethink positivity.<br /><br />When melancholic,<br />don't think that your ill,<br />or cover it up,<br />with a 'happy pill'.<br /><br />Practice compassion,<br />peace and will,<br />life is a mountain,<br />don't think its a hill.<br /><br />A glowing amygdala,<br />will enhance your senses,<br />to make human action,<br />less damaging and relentless.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-66798280103568781772008-08-12T18:23:00.000+10:002008-08-12T18:34:09.350+10:00...Empty heart,<br />empty smile,<br />will the heat,<br />rise and rise.<br /><br />I have never touched emptiness,<br />I have not laughed in a while,<br />when I see you smile,<br />I feel no love.<br /><br />Your wrapped around me,<br />just clinging on,<br />It's like I'm scared,<br />this time I can't run.<br /><br />As I stare beyond us,<br />I feel alone,<br />your not there,<br />we are not a pair.<br /><br />Sex is something,<br />that I want,<br />but I am afraid again,<br />your not the one.<br /><br />One is one,<br />two is two,<br />you say to me,<br />that it is not you.<br /><br />Well if its not me,<br />then it must be you,<br />and if its not you,<br />then it must be me.<br /><br />Will I stop or,<br />keep it going,<br />even while,<br />no love is showing.<br /><br />I tell you,<br />I do no love you,<br />I assume you,<br />feel the same,<br /><br />I remain,<br />to play the game,<br />what will it take to stop,<br />I thank the clock.JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915880906823808520.post-32228085289491457122008-08-12T17:49:00.000+10:002008-08-12T18:22:16.435+10:00Another Sleepless NightI have become pushed too far. Reaching out to no one with love and compassion, things become a blur. Distant light can not be seen as I am alone. Something is most defiantly missing.<br /><br />Is it love,<br />is it you?<br /><br />Looking out beyond the heavens waiting for the world to change. Something is not right. <br /><br />How can so little be achieved through the lack of progress? <br /><br />How can my mind and minds alike be drawn to such a profession? We are artists and free spirits, forced to cooperate, encouraged to act fake, rewarded to comply in the name of progress.<br /><br />I am questing a construct that I have found comfort in. I'm afraid of myself. Failure. I guess I can never fail if I never begin, and if I never begin then I ultimately fail.<br /><br />Is that all I am, afraid? Yes?<br /><br />Fear numbed me and played tricks with my head. Fear, an illusion in life, which can destroy those it wishes to destroy through the pressure of subhuman systems. Fear will shut you down, blind you, create anger, and depress your spirit. When we are not afraid we will face the challenges of life not use them to destroy, suppress and exploit others. <br /><br />I can no longer concede to fear, as fear is such a simple reaction to life. Those who instill fear into the lives of others will soon become afraid themselves, as we are coming, and we will not fight fear with fear, but make the world our own. <br /><br />Power to the fearless...JordanReillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03829060656851808521noreply@blogger.com0