traditions 5 ~ The Hierophant Traditionally, I have been as I have been, because that is what I've been up to for a very long time, thus when I am lost for what to do next, I can rely upon my traditional traditions 061228 ... the awful truth Tradtionally, traditions: trivialities, tested through time - Repeating rituals, resemblance of rhyme - And, before the time these traditons were placed; there were no traditions; the proverbial Space. But, think instead for a second; in fact on the distinctly distinct possibility that your tradtions in fact are conspiracies; lies, there's REAL human traditions. They're on the OUTSIDE. We all want to get out for a day or a night but we're all TRULY trapped; inside the bars of this "Life." this habit we're in, this rut that we run it's more like the edge of a cliff that we're on. But there is a way out; there is a way down. LIVE for TOMORROW don't worry on now. That may sound confusing to those who may hear but through rhythm rhyme i think i can make myself clear. Live for the moment, sure, live for the rush, and live for the night, and the fight, that's the good stuff. But once you start living like you're the last one on Earth, "Oh, I'll be dead fifty years. So what's the worth of living for some unseen generation? I don't see them here now. On my talk show radio station. So how do i know that they'll ever arrive? I will be dead. I don't care. Not I." As soon as you live with mentality thus, you might as well just go get hit by a bus or drink some Drano or jump off a bridge; with thoughts like that, you dont deserve to live. You MUST pay homage to ancestors past. you MUST live your life for the ones in your path! you MUST hold concious the kids of your kids and if you dont want kids then find a person who IS one and ask him, real kindly, if he'd care to die at the same time as you, and he'll ask you why, and you'll say, "Well, son, the world's gonna end when I die, get out when you can," and he'll say, "listen, you insufferable cock This planet aint going nowhere. And i'm new on the block. And i aint gonna live my life shitty like yours; I'll wake, and greet the sun, and get down on all fours; And i'll pray, sure I'll pray, but not to some Diety some white-robbed, bearded man living in "Heaven" so freely no I pray to the planet to the giver of life I pray for the happiness and I pray for the strife without the bad well there'd aint be no good there'd just be, forever and being's no good. We been being so stagnant for 10.000 years but moving so forward with our cars and our beers and we're growing in numbers that everyone fears and nobody, nobody, NOBODY NOBODY HEARS!!!!!! 061228 ... the awful truth Tradtionally, traditions: trivialities, tested through time - Repeating rituals, resemblance of rhyme - And, before the time these traditons were placed; there were no traditions; the proverbial Space. But, think instead for a second; in fact on the distinctly distinct possibility that your tradtions in fact are conspiracies; lies, there's REAL human traditions. They're on the OUTSIDE. We all want to get out for a day or a night but we're all TRULY trapped; inside the bars of this "Life." this habit we're in, this rut that we run it's more like the edge of a cliff that we're on. But there is a way out; there is a way down. LIVE for TOMORROW don't worry on now. That may sound confusing to those who may hear but through rhythm rhyme i think i can make myself clear. Live for the moment, sure, live for the rush, and live for the night, and the fight, that's the good stuff. But once you start living like you're the last one on Earth, "Oh, I'll be dead fifty years. So what's the worth of living for some unseen generation? I don't see them here now. On my talk show radio station. So how do i know that they'll ever arrive? I will be dead. I don't care. Not I." As soon as you live with mentality thus, you might as well just go get hit by a bus or drink Cyanide or jump off a bridge; with thoughts like that, you dont deserve to live. You MUST pay homage to ancestors past. you MUST live your life for the ones in your path! you MUST hold concious the kids of your kids and if you dont want kids then find a person who IS one and ask him, real kindly, if he'd care to die at the same time as you, and he'll ask you why, and you'll say, "Well, son, the world's gonna end when I die, get out when you can," and he'll say, "listen, you, you self-centered fuck, Earth aint going nowhere. it aint built on luck And i aint gonna live my life shitty like yours; I'll wake, and greet the sun, and get down on all fours; And i'll pray, sure I'll pray, but not to some Diety some white-robbed, bearded man living in "Heaven" so freely no I pray to the planet to the giver of life I pray for the happiness and I pray for the strife without the bad well there'd aint be no good it'd just be nothing, forever and nothing's no good. We been being so stagnant for 10.000 years but moving so forward with our cars and our beers and we're growing in numbers that everyone fears and nobody, nobody, NOBODY NOBODY HEARS!!!!!! 070101 ... the awful truth Nobody hears the screams of these children as they blast through pharmaceuticals and their innoent brethren Nobody hears them, down in the lunch line, fumbling for spare change and living on spare time Nobody hears the groans of the wicked, the sighs of the shunned and the retch of the sickened Nobody hears the fall to the floor of the soul, as it cries, "I cain't fight any more" It's been beaten down by this static_splendour These marketing ploys to appeal to the spender the sinner, the sufferer, "we all need a savior we all need a way out of this ship struck with an iceberg" is the cry that we're calling oh, it sounds so wistful to be clawing and bawling and feeling so listful feeling so stuck but not rooted down just sinking fast in the quicksand of Town and City and Country; these things are the Yetis the Sasquatches and Bigfoots you're so quick to forget, the stories that kept you awake every night were about fakeries, the abscence of light but there is a demon to be had in the daytime, you encounter him and the grocery store at the same time. he rears his head with the sounds of the bombs and the cries of the children who're watching their moms break beneath the load of a paycheck or fathers tighten the nooses on their necks with promotions and more of just what you'd expect The pyramid's growing Well the kids ain't complying The times ain't a changing And I ain't dying But, still, I ain't living. We ain't living. We ain't giving the shit that is needed to give to live to live SUSTAINABLY Well, sure, we're alive, but it ain't ABOUT you and me! It's about, ALL of us. HU-MAN-IT-Y. Well i think if you're still here you MIGHT agree or else you're just waiting to try to disprove me to say, "it's okay, there ain't nothing wrong. And besides, who fucking cares? We'll be gone before long." And to that I will say, to you, ass hole, "Are you really alive? Because, that's my goal. To be living a life I can compare to the others I see in this world, and not just my 'brothers- in-arms' marching slowly to that pinnacle in the sky that is glowing with the red light of bloodshed and tears that we've cried and all the times we've mourned the ones who have died. and at the same time we give them a funeral, we're jealous of them to be leaving so sooner than us, we're still stuck in the jaws of this life. but there is a way to have "heaven" tonight if you define heaven as a place you can go, with angels and clouds and floating halos, then that don't exist, it's just fantasy but there is a way you can live and BE HAPPY. Define, instead, heaven as a mindset, maybe, a paradigm of .... CONTENTMENT! and No questioning! And no wondering about, you know, what is this thing? this great big blue ball? what is the point? I'll tell you and I'm telling you, just smoke a joint, and sit down with your own close friends and when you're hungry you'll have to stand up again work is included, as the price we must pay to maintain contentment throughout the rest of our days I'm not anti-work and I'm not anti-art and I'm not anti-doctor and I'm not anti-car and I'm not anti-drug and I'm not anti-state or -religion or -psychology or any of these things but there is one great big ANTI that i hold to me more self-evident than any other truth in my mind. I'm anti-alone. And I'm pro-a group. And I hate most everyone but i can explain that too. I hate everyone now, cause they all hate me, and you hate all them, and you still hate me, and they hate each other, and they hate themselves. and i hate myself but Hating. Sells. It's all about living for the good of the GROUP because, while they might hate you, they love the group, and you can love the group, and still hate them and we can all fucking hate each other and we can still be best friends. if you work for a group, instead of yourself, then you're set for life, even if you dont want to help one day, cause you're sick or got a broken bone the group's got your back homie this group is your home. This is ALL that it takes! No programs, No fakes No president! No wars! No Anarchy! NO "saved!" No "for the sake of God" or the "Sake of yourself" but the "sake of the GROUP" and the group will give help to the ones who support it through thick and through thin and if you dont got a group? you're own your own my friend. and we've been all on our own for ten thousand years. How do you feel? At ease? Without fear? Do you feel, completely, and totally safe inside this one-man boat, afloat on this lake? Are you confident you can be both Captain and Mate and first watch and night watch and the hook, AND the bait?? Well I'm not. And you're not. If you are it's a lie. And you need a therapist a lot more than I do. I dont need hope and I dont need guidance I just want happiness, and safety, and knowledge that, sure, i can sleep tonight, cause G's got me good. And i better sleep quick because tomorrow I would be up all night, tending the flame, and watching backs of my boys as they dig on their dreams. And when sunlight breaks, over mountains up high, Well. Best get up boys. If we don't live We die." 070102 ... pete see: invented_traditions 070102 ... falling_alone i wrap up something i borrowed a really log time ago so they think it's something new 070103 what's it to you? who go blather from