Atheism is, in a broad sense, the rejection of belief in the existence of deities. In a narrower sense, atheism is specifically the position that there are no deities. Most inclusively, atheism is simply the absence of belief that any deities exist. Atheism is contrasted with theism, which in its most general form is the belief that at least one deity exists.
The term atheism originated from the Greek ἄθεος (atheos), meaning "without god", used as a pejorative term applied to those thought to reject the gods worshipped by the larger society. With the spread of freethought, skeptical inquiry, and subsequent increase in criticism of religion, application of the term narrowed in scope. The first individuals to identify themselves using the word "atheist" lived in the 18th century.
Atheists tend to be skeptical of supernatural claims, citing a lack of empirical evidence for deities. Rationales for not believing in any deity include the problem of evil, the argument from inconsistent revelations, and the argument from nonbelief. Other arguments for atheism range from the philosophical to the social to the historical. Although some atheists have adopted secular philosophies, there is no one ideology or set of behaviors to which all atheists adhere. Many atheists hold that atheism is a more parsimonious worldview than theism, and therefore the burden of proof lies not on the atheist to disprove the existence of God, but on the theist to provide a rationale for theism.
Christopher Eric Hitchens (13 April 1949 – 15 December 2011) was an English American author and journalist whose career spanned more than four decades. Hitchens, often referred to colloquially as "Hitch", was a columnist and literary critic for New Statesman, The Atlantic, The Nation, The Daily Mirror, The Times Literary Supplement and Vanity Fair. He was an author of twelve books and five collections of essays. As a staple of talk shows and lecture circuits, he was a prominent public intellectual, and his confrontational style of debate made him both a lauded and controversial figure.
Hitchens was known for his admiration of George Orwell, Thomas Paine and Thomas Jefferson, as well as for his excoriating critiques of various public figures including Mother Teresa, Bill Clinton, Henry Kissinger and Diana, Princess of Wales. Although he supported the Falklands War, his key split from the established political left began in 1989 after what he called the "tepid reaction" of the Western left to the Rushdie Affair. The September 11 attacks strengthened his internationalist embrace of an interventionist foreign policy, and his vociferous criticism of what he called "fascism with an Islamic face." His numerous editorials in support of the Iraq War caused some to label him a neoconservative, although Hitchens insisted he was not "a conservative of any kind", and his friend Ian McEwan describes him as representing the anti-totalitarian left.
David J. Wolpe (born 1958) is an author, public speaker and rabbi of Sinai Temple (Los Angeles, California). Named the most influential Rabbi in America by ''Newsweek Magazine'' (2012) and one of the 50 most influential Jews in the world by the ''Jerusalem Post'' (2012), he is considered a leader of the Conservative Jewish movement. Wolpe was named one of The Forward's Forward 50, and one of the hundred most influential people in Los Angeles by Los Angeles magazine. Author of six books and a regular weekly column in The Jewish Week, Wolpe became the focus of international controversy when he gave a Passover sermon that discussed the historic validity of the Exodus from Egypt. In April 2012 he was named America's most influential rabbi by Newsweek and The Daily Beast.
Wolpe has taught at the Jewish Theological Seminary of America in New York, and served as assistant to the Chancellor of that institution; at the University of Judaism (now the American Jewish University) in Los Angeles; and at Hunter College in New York. At UCLA he teaches modern Jewish religious thought.[citation needed] Wolpe is a regular contributor to several publications such as The Jewish Week, The Jerusalem Post, Los Angeles Times. He frequently is featured on documentaries on Biblical topics produced by A&E Networks (A&E, The Biography Channel, History Channel and History Channel International). He has also appeared as a commentator on CNN and CBS This Morning. Wolpe's most recent book, Why Faith Matters, is both an answer to books about atheism and a recounting of his battle with illness (he has undergone surgery for a brain tumor and chemotherapy for lymphoma). In 2008 and 2009, he had public debates with Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, Steven Pinker, Roger Cohen, and Indian yogi and mystic Sadhguru, among others.[citation needed]
Richard Cevantis Carrier (born December 1, 1969) is an American historian. He is best known for his writings on Internet Infidels, otherwise known as the Secular Web, where he served as Editor-in-Chief for several years.
As an advocate of atheism and metaphysical naturalism, he has published articles in books, journals and magazines, and also features on the documentary film The God Who Wasn't There, where he is interviewed about his doubts on the historicity of Jesus. He currently contributes to The God Contention, a web site comparing and contrasting various worldviews.
Carrier received a PhD in ancient history from Columbia University in 2008. He has published several articles and chapters in books on the subject of history and philosophy. He has also self-published a polemical work on early Christian origins. He is also a contributor to the Secular Web (one of the main web sites for skeptics of religion on the internet) writing on a wide range of subjects such as the origins of Christianity and the elements of naturalist and atheist philosophy. He has also engaged in several formal debates, both online and in public, defending subjects as diverse as naturalism as a worldview, natural explanations of early Christian resurrection accounts, and the morality of abortion.
David Scott "Dave" Foley (born January 4, 1963) is a Canadian comedian, writer, director, and producer best known for his work in The Kids in the Hall, NewsRadio, A Bug's Life, and Celebrity Poker Showdown. He also frequently appears on The Late Late Show on CBS.
Foley, the third of four children, was born in Etobicoke, Ontario, the son of Mary, a homemaker, and Michael Foley, a steam-fitter.
After dropping out of high school, Foley pursued standup comedy for about a year in the Toronto Second City Training Centre where he began taking improv classes. There, he met Kevin McDonald, who got him a job with him as an usher at a local art house movie theatre. Together, they formed the original The Kids in the Hall.
In October 1989, The Kids in the Hall debuted on TV, with a cast of Foley, McDonald, Bruce McCulloch, Mark McKinney, and Scott Thompson. Some of Foley's famous characters include Hecubus, one of the Sizzler sisters, the A. T. & Love boss, Bruno Puntz Jones, Mr. Heavyfoot, Jocelyn, and Lex. The show ended in April 1994.
(Lyrics: Schaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
You say there's freedom
Within our nature
Well I don't think you understand
Mother Earth has fallen to Mother Man
The Air, the Sea, the Grass, the Trees,
The nemesis is the major,
Fearless leader Mother Man.
Come on take a look
At what's become
Of the existence that leads
Or so we think
That's always a popular phrase
It suits the laws written
By dear Mother Man,
Those heavy hands.
What man creates man will surely destroy
The rule of thumb
In the mouths of little boys
Earth spins delight
We kill everything in sight
To serve the needs
And all purple skies will bleed
And a bird flies weak
Against polluted skies
Before it dies
And nature becomes illegal
According to rules
Made by fools
Sift through the information
Everlasting hesitation
To reveal all knowing vices
All the compomising prices
Untouched by the law binders
Setting standards to remind us
That the ink has dried
Behind the goal
We wish to achieve is gone
(Lyrics: Shaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
I've scaled over the walls of morality
Not quite sure what I'd find
There on the other side
Waiting in a common stance
Relieve me of my duty
As keeper of this body
Just leave me with my mind
And I assure you
I will be just fine
Tears stream from cheek
Of a man whose body his mind does not seek
A very gruelling rendition
Of a human soul's indecision
The qualities of a finer being
Locked well within this shell
Crying out to be released
To a body that serves as well
Malformed at birth
You see what it's worth
In a mirror I ask why
Such a shame, wanting to die
In a past lifetime
I feel I've had mine
Shared with no one
Excuse me I must go now !
Unhappy as he exits
Unhappy as he came
Enthralled in the Essence
The Essence of life to be
AN INCARNATION'S DREAM
Lyrics: Schaefer
Music: Atheist
It all seems so strange
The mutes the bums
The dogs with mange, the poor,
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
I guess not
Barefoot pregnant women
Little kids with snot on their face
A land of plenty, a dynasty of disgrace !
I'll manifest for you
Careening on the outer limits of reality
My mission to create a better galaxy
I must not fail them now,
I look inside to see that it's clear
Living life is just not enough
You must persevere
Please grab hold
Not to things that are bought
But to things that cannot be sold,
Then you'll see
You're released by trial and error
The world's prophecy is to learn
A candle lit from the bottom
Will soon start to burn
Don't dignify, a false spy in the sky
Re-route your path
With the blink of an eye
Walking around with a mind of your own
With a glance to the past
You can see we have grown
How much we have grown
It's been my dream
To enter the stream
To let carnates know
What life really means
If one understands
That's all I can ask
Life to you
is such a wretched task !
(Lyrics: Schaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
Talking to yourself
You say things
No one ever hears
Knowing yourself better
Than anyone ever could
Bet you never thought you would
Honesty prevails in thought
You just can't lie to yourself
A patch of lucrid decisions
A thought of fame and wealth
Chorus
A caravan or process if you will
A stream of conscious waves
A prostitute of ideas
A maze of tracing knowledge
First and foremost feed your head !
Retrieve all that flows with memory
Obtain all you know with sensories
Approaching every act with contemplation
Attacking every-vision with indecision
Conditioning is a routine of minds
Recruiting all the intellect it finds
Insecurity is merely your fear
Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear
Can't let 'em see,
Don't let 'em hear
Projecting like an airplane in flight
I dream of things
That just aren't quite right
A projecter shines on the back of my eyes
So my position of perception can rise
(Repeat chorus)
Insecurity is merely your fear
Of maybe the outside
Hearing what you hear
Don't let 'em see,
Can't let 'em hear
(Lyrics: Schaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
And so the Psychic Saw
Meaningful ends and the thrill of it all
To be an equal of infinity's divine
Searching the cosmos for erected confines
Bursting within the motherland
The excess soon will exceed demand
That I see
Man's existence is to form resistance
The timeless reluctance
The all forgotten purpose
Your spectacle of actions
Is the tell tale of my visions
Oh now I, see it clear
You wish to be relieved
Of all fear
Don't worry yourself
Prepare your senses
Until, the knowledge, commences
And so the Psychic Saw !
Visions !
The land and sea, Beauty !
And so the Psychic Saw meaningful ends
Become the meaning of it all
To set the stage
For the fears that will be
To pull the curtain
For the whole world to see
Stop and look around at politics
No, nothing's changed, it still remains
The same old fear, the things we hear
I've heard enough, I won't adhere
Why bother voting
It won't do us any good
Octogenarian leaders
Telling us they would
I know that there's got to be a way
There's not that much that you or I can say
To make a dent in the land of the free
The darker side of life they never see
Election time is here, but do you care?
It's not our choice, we cannot voice
If they won't hear, the issue's clear
A more modern plan to run this land
Enter this thought in your mind
We all were put here for mankind
To serve and obey a so-called lord
The price we must pay we can't afford
Evangelistic politics
No matter how much pain the might inflict
Now that this thought has set in
Wake up and realize this brutal sin
Unholy war
Thaught to pray for
Plaguing scandal
Unholy war
Religion pays in godly ways, education's not a factor
Sit there brainwashed, insecurity
Preaching life and immortality
Criminal in their ways
To reach eight million in just thirty days
Thrive on mindless human beings
An easy target, so it seems
Unholy war
Thaught to pray for
Plaguing scandal
Unholy war
Lie half-alive in my hospital bed
Or to some of you that may be half-dead
I.V. machines running to my veins
Man-made life restores my withered remains
A mirror of sorts appears before my being
My human end has come, that's all that I see
Now that my soul it set free
I'm classified dead now, it seems
My destiny plunders on through
I'm granted a room with a view
Nurses and interns gathering at my side
I try to yell at them, I haven't died
As I project, my soul emerges from fear
I soon remember all the reasons I'm here
How strange, I thought that I could see myself
A different light, sight, sound and smell
A different experience, a new world
Almost unhuman to me
See them cart me away
I venture to a new day
Human inhibitions are gone
Emotions are few
I'd pass up any life
For a room with a view
A blast of light is emerging, a soul prepared to learn
Its classroom, our earth, enlightment it yearns
Receiving the life and knowledge it deserves
A spectrum of warmth, a soul is life-preserved
Please don't think that when you die
You'll spend eternity up high
When what you really ought to know
Is just how far your life will go
Another notch in a cosmic climb
Reveal our sanity, reveal your plan divine
To grasp reality is to grasp your biggest fear, you see
Every circumstances is very meant to be
Is your life not the life that you want it to be?
Your soul is young, it lacks response to the things you see
Some must learn the hard way, but that's what they need
When all is learned in this life, your soul will proceed
Another notch in a cosmic climb
Reveal our sanity, reveal your plan divine
To grasp reality is to grasp your biggest fear, you see
Every circumstances is very meant to be
Piece of time
Piece of time
Here we stand at a hallway with nothing but open doors
Venture in your human existence awaits there for you
It's your piece of time
On they slay through clouds of death
No mercy or no fear
The sound of twisting flesh
Is the last thing you will hear
Take your final breath
You dying time is near
Fear clutching on the threshold of death
Spilling your remains' arrogance
Thinking of a way you will die
Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey
See you lying limbless, you'll decay
Fall amongst the dead, on they slay
Eargerness to kill, the meager presence of their sight
You know your blood will spill, your end's tonight
Praying to be saved, now where's your god?
Infest your putrid mind
Death calls start tot unwind
Beware, for some day soon
They'll come to seal your doom
Fear clutching on the threshold of death
Spilling your remains' arrogance
Thinking of a way you will die
Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey
See you lying limbless, you'll decay
Fall amongst the dead, on they slay
I am my own self-ruler
I need not any ministry
I see our music scares you
Can't you see that...
There's no truth in modern religion, a god we do not praise
There's no truth in heaven or hell or what lies between
There's no truth in a man-made bible, so who are they to say?
There's no truth, we are our own god and that's the only way
People live their lives
By something never seen
Dreaming all their lives
Of a place they've never been
Why can't you see live a lie?
Humor yourself until you die
We're atheist as you can see
We all control our can see
Numbness, see your fingers turn purple, would you rather burn?
Catching your breath, I'll let you choose your death
Cast your life of agony, I'll dump your body in the sea
I'll drown you while laughing, you know I will destroy you
If chainsaws are your fantasy, I'll cut your body into three
Slicing and grinding, you know that life's not binding
So strangulation is your game, you know I always please to maim
My service to you, to watch your face turn blue
I know your mind, it must be yielding, I'll throw you off a real-tall
building
You can't be found, you're splattered on the ground
I'll still your wrist and let you die, you know they'll call it suicide
Blood on the ceiling, I know how you are feeling
If you'd like to be cremated or maybe decapitated
Speak up now or I'll decide just how
Now you've waited way too long, I knew your mind was not that strong
you've list your chance, so I will choose your death
I deny your wretched lifestyle
Who am I to fool myself?
A distant cry of help from others
A child's brain, a world of greed
It's all around you, can't you see?
Are you blind to the like of me?
Politician, I see through your charade
Speaking all your brainless lies, you're all the same
Mister preacher, tell me what is right
Send the double figures, son, you'll see the light
Look into the distant future
will they have a tax on nature?
How much more will still remain?
They actually call themselves humane
I deny all you see
I don't have to belief
It's god's way, says your horrid wife
Embezzling, indulging
I believe your nose is growing
Extorting, not reporting
Your pockets are overflowing
Tell us one more thing
How much more holiness did you bring?
I see right through you
Soon they all will too
Take a piece of life in hand, you know that life is yours
Indulgence, everlasting rage escaping through your pores
Day by day it grows so close, intensify the end
You know the day will come, we go beyond the end
What's in store, we fear no more, a blaze of ritual fire
Accept a form of life unknown by death, I am inspired
Hoping for a place of worship to pardon all my sins
This is where your life will end, beyond begins
Become at one with death it self and see where it will lead
Escaping from domestic, self-inflicted greed
Hoping for forgiveness, can you take the pain much more?
Soon your life will know just what's in store
Craving life beyond the end
To no avail, put down your blackened veil
Assuming that your life was pure
Immense disease for which there is no cure
Like the arrival of the purest from of life
It sets its course to remain just that
If not for the blatant disregard for its purity
It would never uncover the anger
*Stormlit, Aqua*
The crest of the waves reveal a
Sign of friendship with the moon
Embracing each other with the
Tides and currents that flow, throughout
The spaces meant for it to be!
*"Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"*
The perspiration on a sweating soul tells
The body what is known
The the water reveals the human effort
It tends to exceed its own demand
By taking the world by the hand
*Stormlit, Aqua*
(Reaching to hold onto the liquid reain)
Leave us alone, we never harmed you
Leave us alone, we beg of you
How could you be, so unforgiving
Without it you see, you won't be living
To see the creator
Compiled of mineral & sea
If given a voice, we'd lash out at you
If given a choice, we'd educate you
A blossoms remorse, could never shine through
The need it attracts, when you're given
The choice of becoming what you need to be
A choice of cradling the creator of mineral and sea
The holding of the bones, of the treasured
Allows us to peel, somewhat insightful
Of course it should be with due respect
For after all, we are all mineral!
Leave us alone, we never harmed you (Leave us alone - 2X)
Leave us alone, we beg of you (Leave us alone - 2X)
How could you be, so unforgiving (Leave us alone - 2X)
Without it you see, you won't be living (Leave us alone - 2X)
To see the creator
Compiled of mineral and sea!
The choice of becoming what you need to be
The choice of cradling the creation
(spoken) Of mineral and sea!
Suddenly all turns to green!!
(whisper) And a forest cracks a smile
*A seed conceals an important part
Of the way we see, the world is ought to be
Plants and trees, initiate the air we breathe
And give us more than they receive
*Often times, rooting their stability
The way that they ought to be
But sometimes cut down!
*In recent years, the peace upon the greenery
Has fallen to machinery
Tree sap tears, dried upon the slaughtered
Bark,
Yes man has really made his mark
It's plain to see, the land as it used to be
Is gone for eternity
The cypress cries loud!!
Beauty bears the colour green!!
Feeling the heat that captures
The warmth that see the chance
Imagine the stonelit contortion
Sprawling itself at a glance (anger!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "Combustion"!!!
The blue light at the bottom
Surely sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
If the flares of the sun
Feel them burn!!!
The heat that you feel is friction
Creating a scar that sees
An everlasting reflection
An everlasting appeal (Pain!!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "Combustion"!!!
The blue light at the bottom
Surely sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
If the flares of the sun
I tip my head to the creation
And its rewarding disposition
Formed by something
Lacking nothing here
Something so divine
A spectacle of "Elements"
Enjoying all the warmth of fire
Longing for the breeze of morning air
Douse myself with the purest water
Something so divine
The spectacle of Elements
As storms approach the mineral
Bringing the nutrients for the green
They feed the lakes of our mother Earth
Sharing forces for the living
Yes the caption seems to be complete
Our gratitude lacks sincerity
We filter our pollution through the selfish
Declaration of only our independence,
Not concerned about the Elements!
A bounded sphere of wisdom
Spinning to create the now
Upon it all will wonder who, what, where, and how
Liquid covers most of her features
Sunlight covers one site at a time
Breathes in to keep everything closer
So it's never far away from
"Earth"!!! That little planet on the hill
Turning out days to guide by
Each with its own display
Some with voltage spinning from the skytop
Some with light in a peaceful way
An appearance second to no other
Such a magnificent face
So broad and full of perspective
Known to everyone as...
"Earth"!!! That little planet on the hill
Seems Earth could last forever
But for us it's not the same
The neglect to protect the creation
Leaves us little chance to remain
All in all it seems to go around in circles
Like the path followed by the moon
Enhanced by the human evolution
The wisdom of the
Survival below the forest line
Becomes what can't be taken away
Trip through the vines of the food chain
He who doesn't stumble remains the
Dominant of the jungle
The leader of the wooded domain
A defence provides the needed acceptance
To camouflage themselves as animal!!!
Size seems not to matter here
To keep your territory clear
Through all will challenge you just the same
It's will and indistinct to remain the
Dominant of the jungle
The leader of the wooded domain
A defence provides the needed acceptance
To camouflage themselves as animal!!!
Separating weak from the strong
With no points in between
Crawling, walking, climbing, stalking
It's necessary for the predator.
The air stirs up the galaxy!
Be!!!.........
The crosswinds of forever become me and place me on
The porch of the breeze
Without my sounds would be silent
No gullible gusts through the trees
Carrying seasons to bring us
The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy
The blur on the horizon disturbs me
It casts a disguise on the sun
In the end it's the wind that will weaken
And the human goes from billions to none
The wind will regain all its motion
And clear the air for the following to...(breathe)
(spoken) The breeze of; a new creation
Moving clouds, from everywhere
Sensing a rainy stare
Smelling the moisture in the air
In the air.
The weather can be deemed as deceiving
To predict the unpredictability
The passion that it peels for the ocean
Air and water sharing laughter
A bond between two forces of nature
All to live and breathe
The breeze of a new creation
Breathe
The breeze of a new creation.
Free flight to a field of happenstance..and the air is cold
Clutch tight to the appetite for the starving
Hesitations soul.
Another flight to the bluest skies, maybe I could just electrify.
To warm up a little happenstance to light my revolution on fire!
Live, and Live Again
Grass to plant to tree
Live and Live Again
Caterpillar to wings.
I did, I am, I will Live Again
I did, I am, I will Live Again!
It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset
It's the tide, when the moonlights beaming just right.
It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset
It's the side of a mountain, with a cloud ride
Live and Live Again
Grass to plant to tree
Live and Live Again
Caterpillar to wings
I did, I am, I will Live Again!
Fraud woven into cloth
Draped upon the have not's.
Tried to secrify, while you close your eyes.
So they continue..same criminal, different venue.
Hide the cardinal file, you lied you pedophile.
You know what you've done, and you know they were molested
Step upon this soul you should most surely be arrested.
Immuned behind the cross.
Innocence of many forever lost.
Rights and privilege, over sacrilege.
Felon for all to see.
Please tell me why this man is walking free?
Fraud upon the cloth, fraud upon the cloth!
You knew all along and you facilitated priests.
A predator, a little child, you hypocrite, you beast!
No other court in the world, would allow any man to escape
The participation and cover up, of a little child who was raped.
Fraudulent, the fraudulent cloth, fraudulent the fraudulent cloth
Feeling the heat that captures
The warmth that see the chance
Imagine the stonelit contortion
Sprawling itself at a glance (anger!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "Combustion"!!!
The blue light at the bottom
Surely sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
If the flares of the sun
Feel them burn!!!
The heat that you feel is friction
Creating a scar that sees
An everlasting reflection
An everlasting appeal (Pain!!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "Combustion"!!!
The blue light at the bottom
Surely sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
If the flares of the sun
The process never wavers for you
The agenda is clear.
Feed on your precious, fictitious glide
Nothing's ever true for you.
Stain your kin with decisions
A thought for you to review
Can't find a frame large enough
Built to surround the 3 of you.
It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say!
Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say
Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say
It's coming, any day now approaching, I say.
Not for me to just disagree.
Not just something to do.
Like a mouse on a wheel I feel
I can't run far enough from you.
Do you feel when the knife cuts in
That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been?
Almost...Maybe? Maybe? Never!
The fog rolls in thin here tonight
And all that is warm
Grows ice cold
All that are strong
Fill with fright
My ship has returned here tonight
Get away
Don't you touch my precious ship
Be thankful that you witnessed it at all
Chorus
'Cause you can never understand
My life in space
Our visits here
Have gone untraced for years
So easy to create
A shell like you
I must leave now and return
Our presence is unquestionable
We cannot be seen for this long
Now look at what you've done
Created such a stir
If only you had kept to yourself
You might have known for sure
Proof of life in outer space
Our mission is completed
Our voyage is ahead
Our data is collected
To manking it's fed
And deeper and deeper we fall
Chorus
(Lyrics: Schaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
In the short time
That I have spent here
In this ghastly plane
I've come to find
There are so many things
That should be changed
Like the relationship
Between the elder and the youth
It lights the fuse that leads
To all our problems
And that's the truth
Ambition, floods our hearts
In a world in which
We must succeed
If it's only in our eyes
Connoisseur of Opportunity
Release your stubborn nature
Don't electrify the seed
Rectify the need
We know you speak with them
Your close but very far
Communication is essential
Like the light to stars
No need to tell them no
No need to slap their hands
These are the formative years
You would not understand
(Repeat)
(Lyrics: Schaefer)
(Music: Atheist)
Catered to undo
Mistakes you have made with you
The lessons catch up with you
As I lay awake in bed at night
The thoughts of life
Pass left and right
They appear on my sensory screen
Adding visuals like I've never seen
Mistakes in route are quite expected
My existing plan is well protected
I light the bulb that soothes my brain
For not to learn is not to gain
Tarnished, are the thoughts
That have been told
Wise man, give me nothing real to hold
The writings of the past
Are paper thin
If I seek the truth
I'll look within
Boundaries never hold
They just cater to feelings of self control
In time you'll break through
An abundance of knowledge
Is there for you
The rise and the fall,
Protruding action
The thrill of it all
My fortress when I pass
My retribution, my afterclass
Sunlight, Moonlight,
Can you feel the warmth
Of past lives
Naked stars that come out at night
To make an effervescent dent in my time
Realise, conceptualize,
Like the arrival of the purest from of life
It sets its course to remain just that
If not for the blatant disregard for its purity
It would never uncover the anger
Stormlit, Aqua
The crest of the waves reveal a
Sign of friendship with the moon
Embracing each other with the
Tides and currents that flow, throughout
The spaces meant for it to be!
"Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"
The perspiration on a sweating soul tells
The body what is known
The the water reveals the human effort
It tends to exceed its own demand
By taking the world by the hand
Stormlit, Aqua
Slow, Strong and steady, that's who wins this race
The end carries little confetti, thank evolution, I love the pace,
The proportion, the sustain in the space of the now.
It's not how you die, it's how you live your life.
It's not how you try, you just do it! Suffice it to say in the space of the NOW!
Slow down!
Tortoise the Titan, Tortoise is the Titan...Slow down!!!
Hate? Pass me
Addict? Run past me.
Liar? Trust me, you won't likely finish this race!
User? Fly past me
Abuser? Run far from me! RUN!
Slow down
Second to Sun, second to sun
Like Jupiter, we are the ones
All atoms, report to the sun...we are the ones.
Like Jupiter we are the ones, all atoms report to the sun, We are the ones!
The grandest performance, next in line to enormous.
Epicureans say it the senses, over reason to finish the sentence.
Gods and fear, glass ceiling above and below.
Why are we here, you were so sure we thought you would know..you don't know!
And belief split to 4 like a cross on the floor
It split front, back and side from side, LIKE A CROSS Front, back, side to side LIKE A CROSS!
THEY CALLED IT GOD! I SAY THE SUN!
You call it god, I'll worship the sun, without all her fire there won't be anyone.
Second to Sun.
I wanna live like the red spot
Winds 11,000 miles per hour, red red hot!
I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching.
So very inside, arms frailing and kicking
Symbolically I'm taking hold
Harmonically my soul is sold to me
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
In my veins not a quitter.
First and second and third person
First and second and third person!
Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains
Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine.
7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain
That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought, and reason.
No better sight than before my eyes.
It's as though history repeats itself..again.
Much different this time
Better form, better fitting.
An angle from up high, born when I first listen.
Historically it has been told, harmonically your soul is sold to old.
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
In my veins not a quitter
First and second, and third person
A bounded sphere of wisdom
Spinning to create the now
Upon it all will wonder who, what, where, and how
Liquid covers most of her features
Sunlight covers one site at a time
Breathes in to keep everything closer
So it's never far away from
"Earth"!!! That little planet on the hill
Turning out days to guide by
Each with its own display
Some with voltage spinning from the skytop
Some with light in a peaceful way
An appearance second to no other
Such a magnificent face
So broad and full of perspective
Known to everyone as...
"Earth"!!! That little planet on the hill
Seems Earth could last forever
But for us it's not the same
The neglect to protect the creation
Leaves us little chance to remain
All in all it seems to go around in circles
Like the path followed by the moon
Enhanced by the human evolution
The wisdom of the
Have you seen the size of my paws? The largest in all the land
Do you fear my bi-cuspid display? On my rear hands I stand!
Didn't it make you want to compromise?
Picking a path of a moth in the corner
Sit in a puddle of dry aspirations
Just enough to maybe try.
So useless stuck to the ceiling
Making your spine just liquefy.
When the Beast, Do as beasts do, don't let them past you!
Have you heard the sound of my roar?
I'll deliver it on command
Seems piss down your leg is your option
Make a stand, take a stand!
Didn't it make you feel you've euthanized
Picking the path of the moth in the corner?
Ticking the clock like their can't be tomorrow
Not about just getting by
Focus not on your own resurrection
The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin.
Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen
Could create quite the conflict.
All are not know and not seen.
Eclipsed in the credit of creation. A murky at best running stream
Of these men who claim contact, by pointing their limbs to the sky.
They were so special and chosen, to place all this fear in disguise of
Jesus Faux King Christ.
A martyr symbolic to this very day
A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say.
Hundreds of years, of serving up fire
Enough to manipulate, not to inspire
Jesus Faux King Christ!
Taxless and corporate in "Gambino" ways
A pleasant umbrella just do what he says.
Our evolution proved, that all else is fraud
The sun and the moon is what I call god.
The madness horrific, let your wordplay end.
You've got no reservation, all just earth on the mend
That's what creates your little conflict.
Your ticket to ride has expired.
Your owed no credit for creation, just blame for the shame you've conspired.
To be all these men who have contact.
You point all your hopes to the sky You are not special or chosen
The air stirs up the galaxy!
Be!!!.........
The crosswinds of forever become me and place me on
The porch of the breeze
Without my sounds would be silent
No gullible gusts through the trees
Carrying seasons to bring us
The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy
The blur on the horizon disturbs me
It casts a disguise on the sun
In the end it's the wind that will weaken
And the human goes from billions to none
The wind will regain all its motion
And clear the air for the following to...(breathe)
(spoken) The breeze of; a new creation
Moving clouds, from everywhere
Sensing a rainy stare
Smelling the moisture in the air
In the air.
The weather can be deemed as deceiving
To predict the unpredictability
The passion that it peels for the ocean
Air and water sharing laughter
A bond between two forces of nature
All to live and breathe
The breeze of a new creation
Breathe