with the fullness of time it will always come to this that we shall walk the crow road with the darkness in our eyes and splinters in our feet but we meanwhile shield our eyes from the awful truth we live an allotted time and are one day rendered meat
they
say a hero is partially courageous but mostly foolish that maybe a hero is just a regular guy who made an honest mistake a guy who wants to run like everybody
else but doesn’t
what’s he afraid of do you think?
maybe there are no heroes maybe
we are all driven by fear maybe we’re just a
pack of dogs marking
our territories with piss perhaps the real
heroes know this because
they’ve been paying attention and they know that
this life just a childish game
just
who is and who isn’t a hero? that would depend
who’s side you are on one
man’s hero is another man’s villain
we are all heroes in our own minds
few
ever see themselves as villainous
until it’s too late and the villainy is done
for some a hero is someone
willing to die for a cause maybe heroism isn’t about dying for something but living for something in truth the common notion of heroism is
a fiction an entertainment our prisons are full of heroes but nobody cares about them
I’m
told there is a hero within each of us
but there are more tyrants than heroes within us I pity anyone who needs a hero because heroes are thin on the ground villainy is much more common you can always count on villains to show
up on time
*Image: ‘The Death Of Achilles’ Corfu, Greece
they tell us man was made in the image of his creator but society was forged in the
image of the beast I’ll
have no truck with society society is a killer driven by hatred and greed we gave power to
our demons and we’ll never get it back from inside the prison of society
nothing ever changes within existent reality it
will take a brand new paradigm to
really shake things loose to keep your hands clean you must live outside society you
cannot claim your freedom while on your bended knees
we’ve ignored the potential of love to raise us above
savagery we’ve embraced a
machine that celebrates conformity and crushes individuality in this bloody system there’s
little room for sentiment we define our cultural history as a record of atrocities
I once believed that to be human was
our highest attainment now I
see that to claim our humanity is to admit that we are monsters I reject the
callous mechanism we call society I
never belonged to society and it never belonged to me
stem your tears and dry your eyes they are
trying to steal your name they want to modify your temperament to make
you feel ashamed you ain’t been cutting the mustard at the
image factory
and they can delete your profile
any
time they choose
get a hold of your sunshine learn how to
play the game
the benefits are obvious there is no other way don’t be yesterday’s hero when you
could eat this whole world raw don’t tell them you’re a nobody they
pegged you for a star just make your ego porous and try
to enjoy the ride
you’ll need two faces now
one for them and one for you be careful who you trust with yours because some
would sell you out they’ll imitate your action even
your mistakes
they’ve got no imagination and no creative juice they have to feed off you you’re
the only show in town
try not to worry too much no-one sees your pain they want you to be glamorous and maybe just a little flawed that way you make good copy when they nail you to the cross they say the greater the exposure the deeper runs the doubt don’t bend yourself all out of shape trying to work it out
