I Will Not Be HypnotizedI will not be hypnotized.
I will not be controlled. I will not be owned, I will not be confused. My mind will stay clear and strong, and I will remain my own man.
Your colored lights will not dazzle me. Your loud voices will not command me. Your images will not trick me, destroy me, and rule my mind. Crack into my skull and just try to take a hold on it, there is no grasp for you to find.
I will remain my own man, and I will not be owned.
Because I will not be hypnotized.
I will not be pressured.
I will not be forced, I will not be tricked.
I will not listen to the voices of the multitudes. Two and two is four, one and one is two. A thousand voices will implore my obedience and they will be ignored. I know what is right, and I will not back down. With a hundred million feet marching towards darkness, I will turn toward the light.
I do not care about numbers, numbers do not equal right. I will not disappear into the group, and I will not follow the blinded crowds.
Because I will not be
Hope for ParadiseThey say Adam lived in a perfect paradise
All he needs and a girl right by his side
But the devil told him of all he could have had
And on that day they learned to cry
Now he struggles to regain what he once had
Wishing he could have what he saw die
But the worse thing the devil could have done
Is when he went and told us this lie
Paradise is still there for you my son
You will have it back if you only try
If you only try
In the stories life would never end
And joy would fill those short and tall
But then Pandora opened her holy jar
And out Now from the box pain did fall
And though she hated what the world became
Inside the box another voice would call
And Hope came out to the joy of those around
Think of glory while through the dirt you crawl
But Hope is truly the strongest curse
Without her you know I'd end it all
You know I'd end it all
And I remember the days in my hometown
I'd look up and see a mansion on a hill
With a dozen cars and laughter all around
While every day I worked in
The Writer and His MuseThe Writer lay quietly in his bed. Rest was hard to come by. Vivid images filled his mind, ideas which blinked and twirled in the darkness before fading away, never to be seen again. As always, in the beginning he could control them, but they spiraled out of his grasp and took on lives of their own. He no longer had any say. They simply went where they intended and created their own paths. Slowly he drifted off amidst the stories being told around him. The images slowed, sleep was coming. Soon he was unconscious.
A sharp kick to the stomach woke him up. He grunted and clutched his gut.
“Come on, come on, get up. It is time.”
The Writer looked up to see Muse standing over him. “Don’t make me kick you again! I said it’s time to write.”
“What? I don’t want to write now! Its 3 in the morning!”
“As if you have any say. You know how this works slave. I won’t let you sleep until you obey me. Now get up!” Muse raised his f
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I sent up a balloon today, twined with a note to you.
It's been a year, so strange to hear, but nonetheless it's true.
But yesterday it seems as if I held your hand and prayed.
And a week ago you stood strong and tall, and I wasn't nearly as brave.
...But seasons come and seasons go and day by day takes flight.
And though it's been a whole long year you still fill my thoughts at night.
Denial left many months ago, depression came and went.
And though it's kept its hold on me my tears have since been spent.
I miss you more than anything, regret so much I didn't do.
All the words I should've said... all of the "I love you's".
But as time went by oh-so-slowly, my days agonized and pained,
I realized you watched over me - I did not struggle in vain.
I'm stronger than I was before, my love only more powerful grew.
I'm waiting for that precious day when in Heaven I'll walk with you.
I see you smiling and healthy, standing by the Golden Gate,
In a place where time means nothing, and