Desensitizer
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To really kiss true Evil goodnight,
Tyrants seeking power,
Will soon be devoured,
And they will quiver and cower,
In their last fearful hour,
You can’t tear us down,
We are all around,
You think you run our towns,
You had better stand your ground…
Exit Scenario
“It really could almost be too late and if we’re not careful – we’re going to lose more than we’d ever imagined. There’ve been plenty of warning signs, even songs written about it, this was mine, and a very real, very frightening possibility at that. It’s not madness – not when hundreds – thousands of other people share the same mind and thoughts on it. It’s not just coincidence that people are awakening to see it for what it really is all over the world, signs are happening everywhere, and we really need to gain back control over our own lives. Too much power is given to people with narrow minds that assume one thing is good for all and whom weed out those with common sense and compassion for fellow citizens, people being alienated because they actually do right and have a conscience. We can’t have a government thinking for us when they’re not even aware of what they’re doing – making poor and bullshit decisions. A lot of them have more money than brains to know what to do with it and it’s scary. It’s stupidly scary – because we gave them that power in the first place. I’m not the first person to say they’ve got more money than brains and I won’t be the last but really folks, watch what they’re doing, really watch what they’re doing – you might even call it criminal.” – Lugxeid.
Enter Scenario
“This piece is another stab at politics and at how less and less humane we are becoming to each other. How the difference in knowing right and doing right puts you back steps further behind everyone else, and making a better difference isolates you, torments you and nothing can be done about it. Nobody listens, and nobody thinks being out of the ordinary is really any good. Like picking up trash somebody else left lying on the ground at your local botanic gardens. By doing that, picking up the rubbish, you’re making a difference by not letting that trash just rot there and possibly poison something else – and one way or another, the universe feels it too – god is watching and his angels will shine on you. And suddenly, you’re looking more rebellious than those others who would just rather comply along with the other sheep. Go ahead – pass that trash on the ground – and run the risk of strangers thinking you’re as bad as the lazy filth that left it there in the first place. You get my drift. It is sad though when you know something’s wrong and you feel like even you don’t have the power to change it. Occasionally it’s the way I feel but little do I remember that though it might not affect me directly – I can make a difference by leading by example. Who knows who that stranger in the street you passed knows. Could be a small-time thing or it may dramatically improve your circumstances – you’ll never really know until later on. But keep that in mind the best you can and maybe the next time things will go more smoothly…” – Moushaireguis.
Wide Opened Mind
In this realm of topsy-turvy,
Shit can get a little un-nervy,
Misnomers and their trails of misdeeds,
When you lift the veil, you bleed,
Nothing’s ever the way it seems,
Nightmares on-par with our dreams,
Shit unlike fairy-tales ever seen,
Deceived, we buy what they scheme,
Big brother no longer listens to mother queen,
Swept under sleight of hand, infidelity streams,
It’s all about the vanity and greed,
Holocaustic ideals in-breed,
Rusting valves scream with noxious steam,
Not giving fucks enough to ask what it means,
Negligent ignorance of the sightless, such insanity,
Every other individual man in on his own team,
There isn’t any indifference ever gone unseen,
No one charts a new path to lead,
No one seems to want to leave,
No one truly follows their decree,
How many will fall on their own sword?
Before this is no longer ignored,
That true peace will be restored,
A better future received that each have sought,
How many will fall on their own sword?
Before this is no longer ignored,
That true peace will be restored,
A better future received that each have sought,
How many will fall on their own sword?
Before this is no longer ignored,
That true peace will be restored,
A better future received that each have sought,
How many will fall on their own sword?
Before this is no longer ignored,
That true peace will be restored,
A better future received that each have sought..
Exit Scenario
“There are a lot of times a lot of us wish we had more power to do particular things. We aren’t fully aware when we are making so much of an impression that we’re often surprised by what follows – good or bad. And you might have a good lot of control over any situation and be ahead of the times a good most of the time – that you can remember what you do does matter. And it might take just the smallest gesture you can muster. These were my thoughts on the humanity of politics and the way I view the world more and more frequently. Makes for good conversation…” – Moushaireguis.
Enter Scenario
“Visualize:
Men alone, silent, strong and silent – but only by the war of noise between battling parties within their heads. Voices that argue, scream, cry, laugh – all clouding up with smoke or mist of confusion in a man’s head. He is on alert always, unable to determine whether these voices are real or not and then whichever direction they’re coming from.
Men with scars over their bodies and are often clothed heavy to deflect the elements and particularly the elements of aura of others. Men with scars you won’t ever see, scars of the mind as much as the physical over their bodies, - spiritual – you bet…
Men who keep to themselves and avoid eye contact with others, men that make for every avoidance when made to engage with others, these men have been around – seen things you wouldn’t believe with their own eyes. These men have experienced all but a normal life – never the dream, never dream because they’ve come to peace with all horrors, nothing surprises them ever.
Men who have no time for others unless they can pick another of similar shades of life. And they can pick others like themselves easily from afar. They won’t let ‘outsiders’ in out of courtesy they have for them – sparing them of the horrors they’d never been accustomed to or desensitized of.
I, am one of these…” – Illsequyrie.
Your Nightmares, My Reality
Just how well do you sleep at night?
Comfy, Cozy? Tucked in tight?
Brave enough shutting off the light?
Oblivious to spooks, spectres, sprites?
You seem unaware and so very unprepared,
Of forces that dare to strip facades bare,
But could you fare a stare deep into despair –
And care to share the scare you might otherwise forbear?
I could trade you tales of evils so deceiving,
And not too many of you would find it easy to believe me,
You might not feel you’re bleeding nor the dark creatures feeding,
But soon before you’ll know you’re either seething or you’re grieving,
See I’m an outsider most consistently mistook,
Subject to pain and fear as often as preferably partook,
And to exercise my rage and
hate would have me forsook,
And underfoot a stigma of more falsehood than good,
But I might one day leave behind,
Methods, devices, tools of some kind,
A way to look in through my mind,
To help better understand this complex design,
The differences and difficulties of our worlds apart,
An illuminating spark to dissolve away the dark,
Keys for relativity to mend disconnected paths,
Repaired communication and compassion lesser sparse…
Exit Scenario
“Men who don’t often sleep at night but partake in pleasures to their lonesome or amongst others they know they can trust. Indulging in pleasures the average doe wouldn’t touch…
Men that show they age faster, yet somehow live longer than all expect. Men who tough it in the sticks, off-grid, roam with no ties, free. Men of substance, built like a brick shit-house. Standing strong and calm where others buckle and rage – or whinge and bitch. Men with stories that would take a life-time to tell, but wouldn’t unless you’re one of them…
Men that swiftly act on impulse where any danger presents itself. Reflex rapidly and end the course of danger to them. Men that will take you out the back of a diner for fisty cuffs when you’re being unruly or disorderly to the waitresses and other staff or customers.
These men hold their own well and must never be underestimated. Men who’ve seen it all, and avoid being crossed, cause when they are there’s a hefty cost…
I am one of these.” – Illsequyrie.
Chapter 6:
The Highs At Top-End
Content Titles (Alphabetically Sequenced):
1.A Very Merry Christmas Indeed
2.Ahead Of Time
3.Angel Of Light
4.Battle Of Faith
5.Be The King
6.Bitter Lemons
7.Build Me A Business Man
8.Copia Mechannica
9.Creamin’ Demon
10.Death Before Dishonour
11.Delirium
12.HZ Kingswood Ute
13.Lick’s & Riffs
14.Loyalty
15.MegaLife
16.Melding
17.Merry Mary
18.Meth Amphetamine (Ice)
19.Michael Incarnate
20.Motif
21.My Life
22.My Life And I
23.Names’ Sake
24.Oceans’ Solace
25.One Day
26.Outlook
27.Passion For The Antichrist
28.Prayer:
29.Questionable Content
30.ReSpawned
31.Rise
32.Rule By Thunder
33.Scapegoat
34.Subject To Gain
35.Temporary Relief
36.To the Grave with the Crave..
37.Tough Love
38.Valhalla Awaits
39.Walk Free
40.Will Be Out
Enter Scenario
“Christmas is a time of union, where friends and family can celebrate and come together and enjoy reciprocating a generosity, high spiritedness, virtually the only time during the year for mindful selflessness. Not all see it that way. Mine, my family still has ideals, standards, opinions that they feel direly about making obvious and blatant to my awareness and, they say it’s for my own good. Every year, I’ve got to put up with narrow minded relations telling better ways to be, ways I can improve on my situation – no matter that they have no clue about anything I’ve actually been doing. I’m certain I can’t be the only one in the world that resents the dysfunction on what is supposed to be one of the kindest, caring, compassionate, cheery (or meant to be anyway,) part of the year, especially on this particular holiday season. Fuck, the only thing I know I can do to soften the blow of the bullshit I already know – the only way I can avoid taking any of their contradictory propaganda seriously and making it a less of a hell of a bastard fucking holiday – is by mulling up myself a decent session and periodically maintain myself a high – or stone, every so often I feel like I need a breather. When it feels like the bullshit is already reaching intense levels, suffocating me, I just fuck off for a bit to punch down a few cones, and return all nice and content. Nothing they can say – will then bother me as much as it normally would…” – Zoukaa.
A Very Merry Christmas Indeed
I’m getting high at Christmas time,
Cause I’m gonna need to chill out and unwind,
A busy fucking year has flustered my mind,
But I’m gonna be smokin’ it all behind,
Yeah, I wanna get high at Christmas time,
For being around the family I just can’t like,
And be oh so capable of handling it fine,
Oh yeah – I’m getting high at Christmas time,
It’s cause it’s when I’m stoned – I don’t piss and moan,
I can easily accept them in my loving home,
No disrupting dysfunction within the zone,
Yes, truly spirited – but only when I’m stoned,
None will have ever seen me so merry,
All thanks to the green – it won’t be so scary,
But hilarious with folk all laughing in hysterics,
Differences lost, forgotten, buried,
Yet still if someone wants to speak their mind,
That might normally wrap me into an aggressive bind,
I could laugh and simply just put it behind,
Cause I’m gonna be fuckin’ high at Christmas time,
Yeah I’m gonna be fuckin’ high at Christmas time,
To handle being around family that I’m nothing like –
But laugh having smoked it all behind,
Yeah I’m getting high at Christmas time…
Exit Scenario
“Yes, it’s time to put differences aside and enjoy people’s (family and friends) company. Well, it’s supposed to be like that. I know for a fact anybody really wound tight could do with a good loosen up. And I know weed will do just that. I know weed can change your perspective – I know it could make you care a lot less than you need to about shit you can’t change or has no point for anybody to be worrying about. Getting stoned and high only increases the likelihood of peace – the confidence to release and relinquish controlling the flow, and knowing that letting go of that uncertainty – retaining a little faith, that shit will eventually work itself out. We don’t have to be so sensitive and hold on to painful memories or emotion. Try something new. And if you have smoked weed previously but quit, count the times you really enjoyed it, praise the good experiences – but know before you go to criticize, there are many reasons many factors that do contribute to a nasty or terrible experience. Generally, it’s the immediate environment around – and the solution to that is just extricate yourself from it and plant yourself into a new one with new surroundings – preferably one more pleasant than the last – and surround yourself with beneficial influences, positive influences – some with a knowledge to counter whatever rising complication. You’ve gotta find yourself a balance.” – Zoukaa.
Enter Scenario
“From time to time I call myself the modern-day-Marquis-De-Sade. My reasoning for this is that no matter what I think or feel or do – isn’t ever really good enough in the minds of the social norm, as it has shown itself to me when amidst friend’s, family… I appear to have a fetish for Sade-istic things. Things not too many people would call ‘appropriate’. I barely ever act on impulse for I know I may face persecution – death, or exile. And for what? A few moments indulgence for self-gratification? Some minor satisfaction frowned upon on a much deeper scale? I’m app
alled at society’s often confounded and conceited views for propriety. In truth, I am actually very sickened and disgusted we are censored for some behaviours and or ‘needs’. I call myself the modern-day-Marquis-De-Sade for the simple reason of having been born in an era that wasn’t ready for me. Born to an era that not all things can yet be understood. It saddens me also. It saddens me that I may never be truly understood, fathomed. I’m sure some have but still, I’m almost always ‘locked in the closet’ for good for the reason, I might only shame others – being that kind of friend that must be warned of to others when or before being introduced. I’m partially stranded behind rationalizing the strange, bizarre looks I receive when I step out into the world from the comfort of my ‘closet’. Smiling and waving a g’day to someone and have it returned with a sour look on their faces and a barely audible grunt. I guess I’m just expected to just account for those strangers going through a difficult period of time. I can accept that, I guess… what choice have I got?” – Euxervarius.
Ahead Of Time
Born with a mind,
Ahead of time,
Designing, defining,
Reason – existence, in mortal binding,
Dabble in a little bit o’ this, a little o’ that,
Watch your six – cover your back,
Ascend to bliss but stay on track,
Or run amiss and fall face-flat,
Gotta have a mind,
Ahead of the time,
Strategize your strike,
Or be left behind,
Running amok – never trust your luck,