The uprising (an interpretation of Bob Marley)

Don't listen to negative thoughts!

Haragai

I sold my soul to the devil, or did I surrender to God. I don't know. But one thing is for sure, I don't know what I'm doing. Haragai, knowing without knowing.

Need

Need is self
and it's natural
You got to work for it
No need for bad conscious
You deserve it, if you need it

Need is the lowest common denominator
Philosopher's stone
Alkemia

Apocalypse

Sometimes I imagine that the purgatory is already here, before we die. We have our attitudes. Some die. Some live. But more important: some are ignorant and some suffer. Everyone follow there own life. Much want more and victims pray for mercy. How can I believe in God if this isn't the apocalypse?

Peace again

Colors. Sounds. Positive.
I think compulsevly, without a subject. I guess it's part of my diagnosis.
I strive thrue.
Creation and expression is equal to me.

Spirit

Do we have a luggage or are we connected? I feel presens of people I know, and I process my feelings to people I know. Do I want to give up my armour, my luggage, and connect to everyone?

Compulsive

Zulu fighter, bushdoctor, king of honour, what to do when life is no good, not worth living. More honour? Bullshit. The thirst of honour is a spiriual deasise. I don't give a dam! I just want meaning, happiness, peace, sex and rest. I could die now, no problem, but I'm driven to continue, have no plans on taking my own life.

Complaining, for what? Fear of that history shall repeat itself? More bad feelings...

I'm looking for to rest in sadness