We must let
Destruction destroy itself
Draw a parallel to the chaos
With fingers bleeding love
Let the struggle not be in vain
Let the words of the prophets
Not go unheard

We must open
The eyes of the faceless
Unstitch the lips
Of voices suppressed
Unclog their ears
To the hymns of revolution
The age of truth
It comes closer
With every heart connected
With every mind freed

Within the pandemonium
Within the scales
The alliances
The divides
We breathe
We bleed
We weep and laugh
One breath
One blood
One soul
Can rise
From the one flood

Let the demons
Run their course
Can’t you see they grow faint?
The religion you have made
With gunshots and bullet wounds
With fables and cons
It will fall
Further and further down
Till nothing remains

Destruction
Shall destroy itself
Run demon run

I dont know if I can get into any trouble for saying the things I'm about to say...

But to hell with it...I've had these thoughts in my head for way too long...they deserve to be written down...

Marijuana

Why the hell is it illegal?

Why are the cops wasting their time and the government wasting their money on catching Marijuana farms/marijuana dealers/people who get stoned/people who they think get stoned, when there are apparently terrorists all over the place and bombs all over the place to be found?

Ok so the answer i would usually get for this is "errr coz it's like illegal dude"

My next question would be, But why is it illegal?

The answer I usually get..."errr coz its like bad for you dude"...sometimes though I get no answer...Just a blank stare of someone who hasn't taken time to think about it but just say what he/she has heard from somewhere else...

Lets leave that aside for now

I am going to share an amazing experience with you

This happened about Four months ago

It was roughly 10.30 p.m...I had just left a friends house and was walking on the road trying to find a tuk...walked quite a distance without any luck...A while later A pig jeep comes along and they shout at me to stop...I had nothing illegal on me, and the last time I smoked up was a couple of hours ago so i was pretty sobre...so they ask me to stop and a big fat seargant pig gets out..first thing I get from them is the stench of alcahol...piggies were quite drunk...First they ask me where I'm going but they dont let me answer...Then they start making remarks at my long hair and brow piercing...A common thing many people that look a bit different go through so no big deal actually...After searching through my pokets and bag and finding nothing, they ask me to get into the jeep anyway and they take me to the station...And they throw me in the lockup along with one other guy who was caught smoking a joint, a couple of heroine addicts and some other guy who couldn't speak any singhalese...What a party...They were ok people...everyone shared the same sentiment on the piggies and they were all quite interesting to talk to...

The point is I spent a night in jail for doing absolutely nothing...But the excuse Being that I was high and I was carrying marijuana on me, which they wrote in their statement...So I spend a night in jail and had to go to courts the next day and pay a fine for the possesion of an illegal substance...

The glorious justice of the system eh?

I dont think I should go into detail about the benefits of marijuana and what not...You can find thousands of studies on the internet that will tell you everything you need to know...

So here's the thing...It's been proven beyond a doubt that marijuana is not habit forming, physically nowhere near as harmful as alcahol or tobacco...But alcahol and tobacco is legal...Thats justice for you...

You need to smoke roughly ten tons of weed in one go to die of an overdose...There is no one in the world that can smoke ten tons of weed in one go...It's just impossible...So no it can't kill you

Next question

What harm does a pot smoker have on society?

In all my years of hanging out with and going to places where there are pot smokers and drinkers...I have never once seen someone causing any trouble or starting any fights or doing anything violent under the influence of marijuana...I have seen countless drunken brawls, people drunk just destroying things and just in general causing trouble...Sri Lanka is a country famous for men getting drunk and going home and beating up their wives and children...I'm yet to hear about a case where a man who gets stoned and goes home to beat up his wife...All married men i know who smoke weed usually go home with a smile on their face and smother their wives and children with love...Evil no?

But alcahol is legal, marijuana is not...I really really want to know why...Because i simply do not get it...

It's considered something done by the lowest of low...The arse end of society...But we know that there are people from all sects of society who smoke weed. From the tuk tuk drivers to university proffessors...It's a sacrament of sorts for those who understand and know how to use it...But this plant, that Has ben growing naturally on Sri Lankan soil for centuries and those who use it are treated like shit...It's put under the same class as heroine and other hard drugs by our glorious justice system and the punishments and fines for pot smokers are the same as fines and punishments given to heroine addicts...WTF MAAAN???

Another interesting experience

I was at office...work was nearly over and i wanted some grass, so i called this tuk tuk guy I have known for a while but never even spoken to about weed before...So I call the dude and tell him the scene and he appears outside in his tuk within 5 minutes...So i get in head out to the dealers residence...On the way, i didn't speak a word mind you, the dude starts talking to me about how more and more dealers are stopping selling and how it's getting more and more danderous to go to places that sell bacause pig raids are increasing at an alarming rate...He then started talking about how pointless it is that these stupid pigs are wasting their time catching pot smokers...He then asked me whether I knew of any pot smokers who are trouble makers..I said I didn't...He then started talking about how that does not exist and about the fucked up things people do on alcahol like starting fights and acting stupid and how even he has never seen a pot smoker ever doing that...He concluded with a rant about the pigs and what a bunch of retards they are...This conversation obviously carried a lot more detail, but the point I'm tried to make is that we were on the same wave length...And it was amazing to see people like this who bore such a deep understanding about things....

I have found through personal experience (Like What is mentioned aove) that it really opens peoples minds in amazing ways...There are people I know who When i first met Them were arrogant, self centred pricks But who now have become caring, selfless individuals after discovering marijuana...It really happens...Personally I feel more connected to our society now more than ever before...I find it easier to communicate with people...I dont mean the elitist snobs who feel the need to spit on anything thats not upto their standards...I'm talking about the real people...People who sweat and bleed everyday to take a loaf of bread to their families..The Threewheeler guys, The thosai kadey people etc. Fuck all you Dumb cunts Who shun this part of society as low lifes...This is our society...And you are no better than they are...We are all the same at the end of the day...I mean why would I care about what some snob who only gives a shit about their "high" standards When they look at my appearance and scorn for looking Like like the so called "kudu Karayas"?? Why Should i respect someone who has no respect for me? I'm not saying not all average people share the same sentiments i do...I'v gotten quite accustomed to people giving me hateful looks when i get into a bus or when I'm walking on the road...But it does feel good to see that one guy in a bus or in some street corner smiling at you in approval and you smile back and nod or give a thumbs up or whatever..."Hey stoner How do you do?" Doesn't happen often but its such a good feeling when it does? and thats what matters, there is one massive circle of people scattered all over our tiny island who share the same love and have one understanding of each other...It's truly amazing when you meet those people randomly in your life...This has Happened to me not only from one sect of society though but all over the place...And it's always a joyful occurence...

This is not an anti alcahol post...neither is it an anti hard drug post...I have no problem with these things and people who use them....This is simply a post bearing my thoughts on the cruel and senseless discrimination that pot smokers face in sri lanka and pretty much all over the world...Alcahol is a drug...A more harmful drug than marijuana can ever be...But marijuana is what's illegal...

Stop this senseless discrimination

Leave the stoners alone maaaaan

My love to the real "High" society of Sri Lanka

Peace

-LBB-

I knelt to pray at the altar of innocence
There was nothing there
No pictures or idols
Just a bare wall that stared
The universe is my reflection
And the mirror is broken

I stopped to listen to the chorus of love
There were no voices to be heard
Unbearable silence piercing through me
Can what’s lost still be found?
Louder and louder the silence shouts

We share one sky
We dream the same dreams
All is one
We live the same lie
My sky has shattered
All over the shards fly
I can no longer see
One shade of blue
The sky has shattered
My existence too

Let’s sing a song
For reality’s treacherous fall

Let’s hold hands and dance
To loves soundless song

I’m flying with love
To the music of the crickets
When the moonlight clears the sky
And dogs roam wild
Painting designs with my fingers
On the infinite canvas
The sky is mine
I’m dancing with the wind
To the melodies of its gentle chant
Don’t stop singing
I’ll fall down
And in my existence
Not exist
Which is to be
Just what you are

To find joy in hypocrisy
What an amazing thing
Can it be done by everyone?
Or just some?
Like you

After a lifetime
Of feigning darkness
It is natural I think
That you would lose your way
In the shadows you yourself create

To be unstable
What a glorious excuse
When nerves can’t be soothed
And brains can’t be numbed
When you lose control
Of your vision
Your likeness of everything around

Excused
Take your leave
Choose your roads wisely
The further in you go
The detours will fade
It won’t be much fun
If after all of that
When all you see is a dead end

See me no more
I am without a face
Shapeless
All the world to not exist
All the world to be
Never a part of an existence
Held back, never free

Shifting, drifting, floating through
The chaos is not what’s senseless
My misled friend it’s you
Does that mean I’m the chaos?
Boo fucking hoo

The minds under attack
The minds under siege
They’re stabbing from all over
The mind cries to me
Separate
That’s all that’s left

Dreamlands lie open
Which road to take?
Too late, you’ve had your time
The roads are no more there
I feel nothing beneath my feet
I see no sky
I can’t see the wind
Perfection achieved
My dream that will never be

Being religious is just a more accepted way of saying that you are not in control of your own actions or your own existence ....

I've been challenged...by entities not of this world...Grotesque looking faces materialize into view. They leer at me daring me to step into the field of battle that is already raging in full force. I take a deep breath, trying my best to hide the fear I walk in calmly. I look around me to see if I have any allies. So far I see no one. The battle continues…who’s fighting who I’m not entirely sure. What I do know for sure is that I have been targeted and I am being attacked from all sides yet I stubbornly hold my ground and hit back. I see bright lights all over. It’s disorienting. I don’t know which way to turn. No turning back now anyway. Now would be a good time for my dragon counterpart to turn up, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I feel a distress signal break out inside me. She’s being attacked too. A well planned strike I must say. But you don’t yet know who you’re dealing with.
This place I’m in shows signs of great prosperity. A vast field that was once home to many creatures and spirits. Now I see nothing but sadness. The flowers and trees dead and stained with blood, a river that once flowed proudly now carries blood and corpses of many things. And still the battle rages. I strike at the demons with all my strength, but I feel myself weakening. I now see other beings entering the fray. Friends? Apparently so. I don’t know who they are but their presence gives me strength. These spirits or whatever they are now begin to attack these malicious demons. We are outnumbered but far stronger. I think…
But they’re numbers keep growing. I don’t understand it. Where are they all coming from? I’m not even sure about where we are. Do I control what happens here? I am the writer of dreams after all…but somehow I still feel too weak unleash my full potential. There’s something missing in me….something that once gave me all the energy I needed to fight these demons. It’s gone now. This seems futile. Somewhere far away I hear a voice cry for retreat. We’re fleeing the battle. I close my eyes and open them again to find myself in my room weak and shivering. I feel shamed…I don’t know if I can keep fighting…but I know I must…
These unearthly entities, they don’t know who they’re dealing with yet. I imagine they must now be celebrating their victory. Well enjoy it while it lasts. I will come back, I will keep fighting even though I know it will end up destroying me.

They need to be taught a lesson

Do not fuck with the writer of dreams

The last trace
Of a connection fails
Fades away
Unnoticed
Defeated
I’m no longer the world
The world no longer me
A world unto myself

A reflection of creation
Of the universe and all that stands
Lies in oneself
Designs made by these unskilled hands
Lines, webs, labyrinths
Artfully crafted disorder
For the blissfully ignorant mind

Why are we so afraid of something that will never be?
Fantasies of things
Greater than me
Greater than you
You were never awakened
You were put to an even deeper sedated sleep

The last voice
Of reason dies
Drugged out, we run to hide
Awaken, sleep
It’s all the same
Your creator, your force
An illusion of grandeur
For wretched cowards
Who can never accept
The fruitlessness
Of a so called higher purpose

I stare at the dead end in front of me...Wait...That wasn't there before!!! A sign looks at me uninvitingly..."Fuck off," the sign says. i place my hand on the wall, run my hand on the cold cement. I feel a tingling sensation running through my hand and shooting through my body. Electric currents, telling me to stay away from whats beyond...But what am i to do? I feel limitless, yet confined...barricaded by layers of contamination.

I turn back...Wasn't there a path here? where is it? Another wall....I'm trapped. Dont scream for help....what a waste of time...and breath...no one can hear...how is someone to hear? you dont exist...does that mean the walls dont exist? why do i see...aaah the wall behind me just fell...suddenly i feel rather thirsty...i yearn to step out of my cemented cage...I see...Nothing...That is if you can call pitch blackness nothing....I still remain in my cemented confinement looking straight ahead, then down...What is this i see? Can i venture out into it?

How long will this passage stay open before its closed by the wall again? Is it of any use staying open anyway? My cement square feels like its floating in nothingness...I feel like I'm floating in the square...Wightless...but held back by whats ahead...not knowing what lies behind...The back wall remains open...Should i step out? What will happen if i do? Only one way to find out eh? Lets fucking do it...

I take a deep breath

My skin turns cold

The square starts getting smaller

So I step out

And I fall...