The truth, straight out.

You will not remember much from school.

School is designed to teach you how to respond and listen to authority figures in the event of an emergency. Like if there's a bomb in a mall or a fire in an office. It can, apparently, take you more than a decade to learn this. These are not the best days of your life. They are still ahead of you. You will fall in love and have your heart broken in many different, new and interesting ways in college or university (if you go) and you will actually learn things, as at this point, people will believe you have a good chance of obeying authority and surviving, in the event of an emergency. If, in your chosen career path, there are award shows that give out more than ten awards in one night or you have to pay someone to actually take the award home to put on your mantlepiece, then those awards are more than likely designed to make young people in their 20's work very late, for free, for other people. Those people will do their best to convince you that they have value. They don't. Only the things you do have real, lasting value, not the things you get for the things you do. You will, at some point, realise that no trophy loves you as much as you love it, that it cannot pay your bills (even if it increases your salary slightly) and that it won't hold your hand tightly as you say your last words on your deathbed. Only people who love you can do that. If you make art to feel better, make sure it eventually makes you feel better. If it doesn't, stop making it. You will love someone differently, as time passes. If you always expect to feel the same kind of love you felt when you first met someone, you will always be looking for new people to love. Love doesn't fade. It just changes as it grows. It would be boring if it didn't. There is no truly "right" way of writing, painting, being or thinking, only things which have happened before. People who tell you differently are assholes, petrified of change, who should be violently ignored. No philosophy, mantra or piece of advice will hold true for every conceivable situation. "The early bird catches the worm" does not apply to minefields. Perfection only exists in poetry and movies, everyone fights occasionally and no sane person is ever completely sure of anything. Nothing is wrong with any of this. Wisdom does not come from age, wisdom comes from doing things. Be very, very careful of people who call themselves wise, artists, poets or gurus. If you eat well, exercise often and drink enough water, you have a good chance of living a long and happy life. The only time you can really be happy, is right now. There is no other moment that exists that is more important than this one. Do not sacrifice this moment in the hopes of a better one. It is easy to remember all these things when they are being said, it is much harder to remember them when you are stuck in traffic or lying in bed worrying about the next day. If you want to move people, simply tell them the truth. Today, it is rarer than it's ever been.

(People will write things like this on posters (some of the words will be bigger than others) or speak them softly over music as art (pause for effect). The reason this happens is because as a society, we need to self-medicate against apathy and the slow, gradual death that can happen to anyone, should they confuse life with actually living.)

To Every Atom.

So now you tell me you can't do it. That you can't face anything. Did you just tell me you've given up? That you're mere skin and bones? You have no life. That you have no motivation? Then listen to this.

You are more than this. You are more brighter than the stars that shine the sky at night. You are stronger than the sun that tears the sky, to let the world see a new dawn. You can join the millions talking in the dark. Or you can stand up and scream light, out into the night. Wait till your body fights your mind and your mind fights your soul and your soul fights the world, to try and figure out what you are. So what if you stumbled, get back up, shove your face back into the world's face and show them what you are. Show them, make them wonder. And they will wonder. And they will wonder, mark my words, for centuries to come.

A look into the future. (Repost)

This is an early post. I was going through my compositions and decided to repost this. Original post here.
http://swan--song.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-into-future.html?










"A bomb hits the city and all life is instantly vapourized. But, I'm not so fortunate as I see buildings burn down right in front of me. Stumbling, I trip over pieces of descending flesh. Leaving behind the pile of smoldering humanoid remian. Radiation chasing, leading me to a nuclear grave.

Were we ready to fight world war III?

Yet, humanity somehow stood up on its mutated feet. Still filled with men with unnerving pride. Those who just won't accept their loss, their defeat, their end. And into missiles, they crammed disease and deadly poison. One by one they launched them to an unstoppable journey to kill off the last. I choke on my tongue. I see people vomiting blood. The gas from above is filling my lungs, taking over the little spaces.

And now there is nothing but darkness, and silence. The species of man is now extinct. All that remain are the boiling oceans, into which the continents sink slow and steady. The gravity's gone and the moon collides with a dead Earth. It leaves the flaming world out of orbit. Leaves it flying uncontrollably into deep space.

Were we ready for World War IV?"

Crimson

We have come a long way, through rain and the dust of time. Times full of wonders. Full of secret dreams. We have seen the winters. We have seen the sunlight's brightest shine. The song has now ended, the last notes fade away.

But a new one begins. The music will continue. Now it's time for the future. We left our past behind. All the battles are over. But our dreams still live to see a new dawn. Smoke has been rising, though now it's blown away by the wind. Time has come, we'll never rest. At the end of the battle, we fight. No more tears, no more pain. Glory for us all. Now it's time to release our souls from all diseases. A kingdom will come, a keeper of the crown. A call for rebellion, scream for revenge. Because for freedom, we stand. Hymns of redemption, we're singing along. A hail to the band of the crown. We are wanderers on the run.

Now we see our tomorrow. The night transits. And our dreams lived to see a new dawn.

On Leash.

The pen that moves, in liquid fire
Will move the world assunder
To grasp the ears, of those that fear
The written word like thunder