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Johnny Soul

Last Updated:
Sep 15, 2007

July 9, 2007 - Monday

love
Current mood: depressed
Category: soulless lifeless Life

She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to win
She comes back to the cooler side of town

Make me want you, make me miss you
make me wonder where you are, then forget you
Girl remind me, just who we are
We're oh so close, but yet so far

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March 2, 2007 - Friday

just thinking
Current mood: sympathetic

Many people never grow up. They stay all their lives with a passionate need for external authority and guidance, pretending not to trust their own judgment.

You can't get rid of your hallucination of being an ego by an activity of the ego.
Sorry, but it can't be done . . .
If you try to get rid of your ego with your ego you will just end up in a vicious circle. You'd be like somebody who worries because they worry because they worry.

Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought.

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The Perfect Moment
Current mood: blank

This is a perfect moment.
It's a perfect moment for many reasons,
but especially because you and I are waking up
from our sleepwalking thumbsucking dumbclucking collusion
with the masters of illusion and destruction.

Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow,
We are waking up.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings ooze,
We are waking up.

Their wars and tortures,
their devils and borders,
extinctions of species and brand new diseases,
their spying and lying in the name of the father,
sterilizing seeds and trademarking water,
stealing our dreams and changing our names,
their brilliant commercials, their endless rehearsals
for the end of the world.

Thanks to them,
from whom the painful blessings flow,
We are waking up.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings ooze,
We are waking up

Their painful blessings are cracking open holes
in the sour and puckered mass hallucination
mistakenly called reality.

News of the soul's true home is pouring in,
infiltrating our increasingly lucid waking dreams.
Wild ripe juicy eternity is flooding in.
Our allies from the other side of the veil
are swarming in.
We're waking up.

And as Heaven and Earth come together,
as the dreamtime and daytime merge,
as paradise and the underworld overlap,
we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge --
you and I are in charge --
of making a brand new world.
Not in some distant time or faraway place,
but right here and right now.

As we stand on this brink,
as we dance on this verge,
we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world
sustain their curses.

We have to rise up and fight their insane logic;
defy and resist and prevent their tragic magic;
unleash our sacred rage and let them feel it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough.
Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough.
We can't afford to be consumed with anger
--can't be obsessed and possessed with complaint.
Our sweet animal bodies need to feel rowdy blessings.
Our amazing imaginations need to thrive on missions
that incite our delight.

We need truths in their wild state,
insurrectionary beauty that excites our curiosity,
outrageous goodness that drives us to perform
heroic acts of lusty compassion,
ingenious love that endlessly transforms us,
tricky freedom that is never permanent
but must be reinvented and reclaimed every day,
and a totally-serious-yet-always-laughing justice
that schemes and dreams about how to
diminish the suffering and increase the joy
of every sentient being.

So I'm radically curious, my fellow creators;
I'm seriously delirious:
Since we are in charge of making a brand New World,
where do we begin?
What truths in their wild state are we planning to plant
at the heart of our creation?
What stories will be our reminders?
What questions will be our fuel?

Here's one for you:
In the New World you will know through and through
that life is crazily in love with you --
life is wildly and innocently in love with you.
In the New World,
you will know beyond a doubt
that thousands of secret helpers are angling to turn you into the
gorgeous curiosity you were born to be.

But then here's the loaded question.
The love that life eternally floods you with has not exactly been
unrequited, but there's room for you to be more demonstrative.
If life is wildly and innocently in love with you,
are you prepared to start loving life back the way it loves you?
In the New World, you will.

In the New World, you will reject paranoia with
all of your smart heart.
Instead, you will embrace Pronoia.
Which is the opposite of paranoia.
Pronoia is the sneaking suspicion
that the whole living world is conspiring
to shower you with rowdy blessings.
Pronoia is the dawning perception that life is a conspiracy
to liberate you from ignorance,
and fill you with love,
and make you brilliantly soulful.

My fellow creators,
I want you to know that I am allergic to dogma.
I don't trust any idea that requires me to believe in it absolutely.
There are very few things about which I am totally certain.
But I am absolutely certain that Pronoia
describes the way the world actually is.
Pronoia is wetter than water,
truer than the facts, and stronger than death.
It smells like cedar smoke in spring rain,
and if you close your eyes right now,
you can feel it shimmering
in your soft warm animal body like the
aurora borealis.

The sweet stuff
that quenches all of your longing
is not far away
in some other time and place.

It's right here and right now.

Earth is crammed with heaven

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Khalil Gibran
Current mood: artistic

Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more." _______

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December 27, 2006 - Wednesday

THE PHYSICIAN
Current mood: calm
Category: Life

            &nb sp;             THE PHYSICIAN

On Those Rainy Days..........We Tend To Be Thoughtful.....

Realationships are like people....they livethey have Adventures they grow old and they die your pain is the breaking of the shell
that incloses your understanding it is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals
your sickself therefore trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

Realationships are like people......

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November 22, 2006 - Wednesday

mood swing
Current mood: angry

I DONT understand you wanna talk but you dont listen you think its easy being put in this positon

fuck  that grab a gat hit the streets a revolution is coming check the mood swing! these niggas wanna laugh when i start complainin they say its music dogg its just entertainment.soon in time you will understand the motivation of a man gettin the underhand a local on a mission to get global lettin my vocal surpass the sum total and keep the point vocal.

you hear me but you dont listen you think its easy being put in this position i freak speech but still dont wanna

preach this peak thought and stimulate movement get outcha seats thats the rally cry the war horn, like activist

some cats are spiritualy war torn in the enviroment

so im leading a movement and i dont need money for me to make a community improvement.

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June 9, 2006 - Friday

THE AMERICAN HYPE
Current mood: annoyed
Category: News and Politics

why du we have tu be payed minumum wage?? goin tu church to get it off your  mind open the holy book and read the bible from time tu time . we got substitute's gettin paid more than teachers we got imagrants geettin pushed by police's. but the district just sticks a cover over it and hides it away. but wait then the teachers threatin to quit. so now who's gonna teach us? who's gonna preach to us who's gonna help us get in to college or as the kids say whos gonnna help us get into college to get more knowlegde.now the districts runnin back "dont quit dont quit!" well admit we were wrong well pay u more. so the goverment members kno there wrong they wanna act all arrific like its all terrific we've all got a couple of past due bills!!! im gonna get specific we've got a problem with spendin before we get it!! we all have our money wrongs im just the first to admit it!lets hit bush kanye stepped up and said GEORGE BUSH doesnt care about BLACK PEOPLE! The way i see it he doenst care about half the people that careabout him. sittin in his white house playin golf and smokin a cigar. but he aint prepared for me and you what would he do if america said where threw? so word to the wise mr.p let me do and you do you. politics smolatics i cant follow it ive worked to hard to get my citizen of oakland ballin kit!! see now they got us suit collar poppin it turn on the tv and look who we get it poppin wit bush and congress go back like to cuts  they'll let him fuck up america just as long as he dontask for to much. this world is messed up with racist pricks yeelin chinese laundry in the back lets kill everbody in iraq!!ODB smoked crack that dude from hunduras sold me a sack.i drink mouth wash forget the cognac.if the police is comin you best not be black lets bounce up outta here before we get jacked.white dude's dancin man dats whack!uncle sam must think he's a mack.so lets sit back pop in a cd listen tu a track. and u think your life is so bad like ludacris it just crashed. but there are some people out there that have a chilly chilly past.yeah we've tried to get back at the systen and make'em land face flat but we only get confronted by the beast with to bats.and then they bring out the CIA but the we have the N.W.A.its not niggas with attitude!! its a NATION WITH ATTITUDE! if we were worried about polices we'd kno more about polices do u remember when i was your skittles and you were my resse's piece's? 

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March 31, 2006 - Friday

but what are we going tu du??
Current mood: confused

I lost my leg like I lost my way
So no loose ends
Nothing to see me down
How are we going to work this out?

Dreams aren't bad, I had turned back
I love the gun
But God only knows it's
Getting hard to see the sun coming through
I love you...
But what are we going to do?

Picture on the dreamer
I'll take you deeper
Down to the sleepy glow
Time is a low..
Don't you know?
What are we going to do?

When you go back
All the second selfless days
You're in love with him
I want to see you again
I love you...
But what are we going to do?

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March 18, 2006 - Saturday

chariot of fire
Current mood: calm
Category: Life

Sorry that we took so long
You probably thought we forgot your song
It makes us smile
Just so you know
To see your eyes at our shows

I wrote this song
While I was drunk
I hope you dont mind
That it was wired
But you called me and said
You dont want your friends to know
But what if you had to go
What about then
What about then mildred
Excuse me I mean music
But what about then
Sweet chariot of fire
Come swing us all away
Sing us a song a day

Floating around
when theres no need to walk
And theres nothing but gods
And feeling no talk
Where there is golden bees and silver birds
And dreams are like shoot
They come true and heard
Every moment
Feels like I spin mildred
I mean
I spin music
So what about then

When every star flicker
Bright as a sister
Just but a whisper commands your love
You write sun in the skies
All the flowers harmonize
Thats where your starry eyes will stand above

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wonderful place

Damn, it's setting in now
Cuz cartoons are turning into real life
Lemons and limes are fighting
Fighting over straws
Like they were oil filled pipes

And why's the sun writing this song
And why is this funny to me
All of a sudden the mouse comes along
And what he sings brings harmony
You may not understand
Why there's a smile on my face
It's cuz this world could be
Such a wonderful place

Cuz some of these companies
Two-thousand began a race ??
But not me man
I see a wonderful place
The world's a wonderful place


The wallpapers moving
My arms and my legs leave
A blur when i swipe
Sap is just oozing
The trees say "smoke blocks the sun"
So for them it's just night

The seven eyes look in thru the clouds
And why is that funny to me
And here comes the mouse singing loud
And what he sings brings harmony

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