Benaiah

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Status: Married
Age: 27
City: San Francisco - Sacramento
State: CALIFORNIA
Country: US

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Gorillaz - Dirty Harry

I've been listening to this song quite frequently, the last verse struck a nerve in me, and I'd like to share. Yes they are talking about george bush ...
 
Gorillaz - Dirty Harry
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
but they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your resolve weakens
With anger and discontent
Some are seekin in seach of like Nimoy

I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole location
to a pine box six-under
Impulsive-don't ask why or wonder
Orders given unto me is:
strike and I'm thunder
with lightning fast reflexes
on constant alert
from the constant hurt
that seems limitless
with no drop in pressure
Seems like everybody's
out to test ya
'til they see your brake
You can't conceal the hate
that consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu.

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days extension
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots
Ring so I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life,
it seems to get cheaper
out in the desert
with my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker
with his flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance


(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

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Friday, April 28, 2006

Do you know this child?

I am the little boy little boy applying sunlight to an ant through a looking glass,

I am the young man pulling the wings from a butterfly,

I am the man kicking a dog for its lack of performance of the tricks I never taught it to do.

 

I have been trained to fail well by those who came before me.

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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poem - Renouncing Oxygen
Category: Religion and Philosophy

I refuse to believe in Oxygen.
I can't taste it, touch it,
Can't see it must not be real.
I've only seen it explained in books written by men,
Through microscopes my hands have not made.
Every oxygen breathing person I know is a hypocrite, and dies some day,
so why would I choose to breathe it?
I am so glad you breathe Oxygen,
but I don't need it in my life.
I don't need it.

Copyright 2006 Adam Gross

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Friday, April 14, 2006

MY FAVORITE POEM
Current mood: anxious
Category: Religion and Philosophy

THE TEMPER. (I)
George Herbert

HOW should I praise thee, Lord !  how should my rymes
    Gladly engrave thy love in steel,
    If what my soul doth feel sometimes,
            My soul might ever feel !

Although there were some fourtie heavns, or more,
    Sometimes I peere above them all ;
    Sometimes I hardly reach a score,
            Sometimes to hell I fall.

O rack me not to such a vast extent ;
    Those distances belong to thee :
    The worlds too little for thy tent,
            A grave too big for me.

Wilt thou meet arms with man, that thou dost stretch
    A crumme of dust from heavn to hell ?
    Will great God measure with a wretch ?
            Shall he thy stature spell ?

O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid,
    O let me roost and nestle there :
    Then of a sinner thou art rid,
            And I of hope and fear.

Yet take thy way ;  for sure thy way is best :
    Stretch or contract me thy poore debter :
    This is but tuning of my breast,
            To make the musick better.

Whether I flie with angels, fall with dust,
    Thy hands made both, and I am there.
    Thy power and love, my love and trust,
            Make one place evry where.

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Monday, February 28, 2005

Celebrity Encounters

I didn't even see him, but Neon's Thunder said he was right behind me. Strange.
I didn't even see him, but my friend said he was right behind me. Strange."

He was the nicest waiter.
He was the nicest waiter I've ever had.

Neon's Thunder has his number on speed dial.
Neon's Thunder has his number on speed dial.

Neon's Thunder couldn't get Arnie to let go of his hand.
Neon's Thunder couldn't get Arnie to let go of his hand.

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Me and a few friends with BLINDSIDE

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Me and MXPX

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Monday, November 29, 2004

Lyrics - An Opiate for Angels

THE NOMADIC RAMBLINGS OF A WANDERINGING SOUL... this hibernation has gone on for hours, a new life of journey is at the fingertips, distance has grown since our last conversation, I the nomadic, when will your whispers fall my way, I plan on wandering the eternal corridors and mystic landings, I the escapist, anyway to be closer, closer to where you are, where is my compass, why do I feel like drifting far away, spin me out...out of orbit, because I am not ready to return home yet, spin me out...out of orbit


GHOSTING A LOVED ONE... this house has been empty for too long, there is nothing here except the photographs on the wall, the furniture has been draped like ghosts waiting for parades, I shouldn't be here for too long, something here still tells me that the feeling is not quite gone, past bruisings and past hurts try the worst to be unearthed, the creaking of the floorboards, the whispers in the hall, the birds up in the attic forget to tell it all, You're losing me here, I am leaving, You're losing me here, I am leaving this place, Do not look for me anymore, I am moving on, you will not find me here anymore , I am moving on, You won't fill this space anymore, I am moving on.


OPERATIA... go do your surgery on me, under weeping willow trees, while instruments excavate flesh, please find exactly what went wrong, they don't quite recognize me, my face has changed so slightly, ever since you revived me, I am a walking miracle, a walking miracle, up until now all else has failed me, all else has failed me, but you broke my cocoon and the butterfly in me you awoke in me, up until now, all else has failed me, now I can be a walking miracle


OCEANUS... it was only a moment ago I was sailing to the ends of the earth to find what I thought was the end, but the weight of the cargo , the weight of this burden keeps pulling me down, and this vessel is flooding, black waters are pulling me down, now that I am sinking, now that I am drowning, you have my full attention, Hallelujah, now that I am sinking, now that I am drowning, you have my full attention, but will you save me?...you don't know how long I've been waiting for this to happen, a complete abandonment the letting go of the rudder, don't you know that I am the one who calms the storm? I have come to bring you back into the harbor. Now that you are sinking, now that you are drowning, do I have your full attention? Hallelujah, Now that you are sinking, now that you are drowning, will this moment you remember if I save you?


ALPHA-WAVES… it’s here where silhouettes trace these refuge walls around me, with curtains blowing blue and candles melt away while sea wind kisses face, gently, calmly. Hide in blankets of deep slumber and wait. Hide in blankets of deep slumber and wait. It’s here where I find rest from the journeys of the past where questions unanswered remain. And this fragrance lingers hope and it draws me to this place of longing for your presence in the room. Hide in blankets of deep slumber and wait. Hide in blankets of deep slumber and wait for you. You surround me, you surround me. I’m waiting for you, waiting for you, I keep waiting for transmission. You surround me. (My body lifts off of the floor) You surround me. (While white dove rush through the door) I am drifting away from the shore. You surround me, you surround me… I feel like I am home.


PETALS... we make our way down paths that are now straight, dropping petals along the way, for those that come after us, along the way...please make your way straight, because we are almost near the gate, where you are is where I want to be, within the center of Your gravity


-An Opiate for Angels
-All lyrics by Lamar

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