Battles ,Annexations and the Wars.

I don't like to boast, display, or serve dutch courage.If a battle awaits I 'll keep my arsenal close.

 Brick by brick we fall a wall, drop by drop we dry a well, pillar by pillar empires fell. The rats brought down Rome  before the cats were unleashed. I have been warned, what now, what difference it makes? The confrontations have kept me awake through endless nights. I have slain my self, I have killed my self and been reborn. What effect you cause with the drums and horns?

We could blow the trumpets hollow of the air that is in our throats but what is the point? Better save up on that breath. You need it to fight, to battle, to win.

The enemies outside and the war is within. We part to annex the next territory. Before we control our wits , our form and our whims.
How ignoble could the enemy be.Sinister in it's suicidal nature. Yet survival is the one stark key that keeps him from winning and you from failure. Who will rest your fidget, your paranoid ways?

We thrive on most poisoned despair but hope is what sees me through. I eliminate chinks of doubt and lies that may cloud my mind as I put myself through the test of endurance, the decree of pain. It is the light of life that I search for and not its friend of fate.

Plot whatever there may be on how you would or you might act. For I know not less or more than one in present , the fallacy of a forming fact.
You defeat the purpose of your life in plotting another existence and end . I live here rejoicing little treasures and building on my long stood strengths.

I do not need a battle to annex what I know I do control. My life I chose to live as a free man. Not a prisoner fearing the end of parole.

What about lunch ?

“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.” 

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?” 

― A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

Prison Break

Every time I start to feel the gush of fresh air in my lungs, a musty smell from the cells takes it's place in my nasal tract.

Every time I break the shacks and try to run from the binding rules, they tell me I belong not to the cells but the padded room of an asylum.

Every time I seek a wilderness to build my home, a rampant agglomeration starts to build around its need to inhabit.

Every time I seek solace in solitary confinement of my self, they tell me I need to be tried at the will and the whims of those who confine me to their existence.

Every time I let go of ropes I find a fiber of the string dangling on hanger hooks to my flesh and suspending me in the atmosphere.

I have begun to wonder if I have lived my life in paroles I have from the inevitable imprisonment in a structured sustenance.

Anthems

Not that I am fond of controversy or jumping like a splinter in its eye. I do not have what people call worldly faiths and belief. Do I know politics, yes. Do I have an opinion, yes. Do I re-affirm my belief by challenging others, No. To each his own.Till it's been kindled by their nous and flamed further by logic or a pungent sting of a passion that outwits logic in experience.

Here is my faith put in one word..FREEDOM
 The freedom to escape an imposed structure and let passion  trickle through the parameters as defined by political anomalies, structural dependencies, social perfidy and all that corrupts an individuals identity.

The song is the band's dedication as an anthem for Tibet's struggle for an identity and the freedom to sustain it.Inspired by the the strong passions and desperation that trickles through the walls of each establishment in the little land of the exiled people in McLeod .

The inspiration....
Every structure every wall  seethes the ink and paint .... Save Tibet.

for the love of music.