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  • To the tribe

    The rhythm of equality
    Has gone out of time
    You and I, children of one sky
    Divided through nonexistent lines
    You and I, seeds of a lie
    Mother I’m yours
    You’re not mine
    I feel your heartbeat
    Your call to the tribe

  • Orange mob

    Orange freaks
    Scream and shout
    Tainted Dhamma freak show
    Universal manifestation of hate
    The road to enlightenment is stained in blood
    The mob roam wild
    Rabid and frothing in their robes
    Checkpoints on the road to light
    Liberation here comes at a price…

  • Beyond the fragments...Glimpses of the here and now

    Fragments…that’s all they are…every time I even attempt to think about something important everything in my head goes all over leaving me unable to reason anything with myself…and I’ve always questioned everything…I’ve always thought that there are so many layers to everything and I’ve always lost myself in them…

    I guess you really cant explain some things…I’m overwhelmed with what I see and understand of the universe and I try to find words to explain it…it’s kind of stupid I guess…and I worry about not being able to make sense of the things going on in my head when my thoughts move to these topics…I guess I shouldn’t be worried…after long periods of confusion I finally understand why this is…and I’m guessing my understanding of not being able understand will evolve…

    I’ve had glimpses of the here and now…to be there is pretty cool isn’t? And to be able to live moments of it is better than being completely oblivious to it I say…it might sound like something obscure to some but it really isn’t…it’s the most simple thing anyone can do…to be conscious of yourself and everything around…at times for me this has become really easy…just sit…eyes closed…focus goes to my breathing and its rhythm connects to the forever flowing rhythm of the universe…realization that that they’re both one thing…it’s overwhelming…and not really easy to put into words…

    To look beyond the fragmented chaotic thoughts I guess you sometimes just need to stop fighting it, sit down and embrace it…and you could see beyond the fragments…I don’t know if I’m making any sense to the people reading this and that makes sense because I’m trying to explain something that does not have an explanation…something that can’t be described as long as we’re bound to a specific dimension…the only reason I’m writing any of this at all is because I felt like writing after ages and I thought it would help me figure out for myself, what I was thinking…

    It’s so simple yet so difficult to explain…and I should stop now…and think about it some more…it’s not always easy to write thoughts down is it?

    Until we meet again…

    Peace and Love

  • A piece of machine

    This singular consciousness
    That is you and I
    This glowing pulse
    That is us and them
    The omniscient web
    That is to be
    Flickers and weakens like a dying light
    When in droves
    We stitch shut our eyes

    Nothing but a piece of machine
    Will you be the piece that falls?

    Faith is the weapon
    Truth is the game
    Survival is the prize
    The self inflicted ‘game’ of life

    Shut out the voice
    That preaches oneness
    From a diamond throne

    We’re nothing but pieces of machine
    Can we be the pieces that fall?

  • From perceptions bend

    Sow the seeds of justice
    Upon the blood soaked soil
    Collect the milk of the poison trees
    And tell them that it’s honey

    Reap your reward
    The crop is good

    Through the eyes of twisted perception
    All other eyes are the same
    In barbed gloves
    The hands of the system
    Hold you by the neck
    Away from day

    A medicated community
    Form neat lines
    For their daily shot of ignorance
    Reality pumped through a needle
    Lets trip on choking ourselves with ties

    Where eternity ends
    Is where is begins
    The circle that lies without
    Is the one that lies within

  • hmmm...

    If you draw a circle...you know for a fact that you have to begin at a specific point in order to draw it. But once you've drawn it, you don't know from where it began and it's not possible to point to an end...The same can be said regarding the matter of this great circle that we call life...We need to stop trying to figure out where the circle began and stop worrying about where it ends...

  • Separation

    The great illusion of separation
    Divides us, yet connects
    Together in our ignorance
    Let’s walk hand in hand
    To the dying celestial light

    Measuring the possibilities of love
    One would go mad
    Lose themselves in its infinity
    Drawing lines to the unconditional
    Within walls made by our eyes

    In the cosmic storm of consciousness
    The electric currents flow
    Through a mind so tainted
    Through a soul so torn

    The hypnotic patterns of the elite
    The hypnotic patterns of hate
    The hypnotic patterns of what is right
    Who kills the dying light?
    The killers the killers
    You and me

    In the battlefield of the self
    I will fight
    For the liberation of the soul
    And evolution of the mind

  • A Karmic Tribute to Pink Floyd:-)

    Heyo everyone

    I havnt blogged much as of late coz i've been suffering from a fucked up writers block (The longest one i've experienced i think) and i've been just observing the post war chaos...interesting to say the least...None of this shit matters to me you know...fuck the LTTE and fuck the Government...You're both full of shit if you ask me...just take care of the thousands suffering and it's cool...

    Anyway this is a snippet from A show that Karmic Sulphur was featured in on Derana...We played three originals and one cover...This was the cover we decided to play coz we figured everyone in Sri Lanka whether they know FLoyd or not knows this song..This is probably the song that we have covered the most from the time we started...Hope we wont do it again...Not coz i have anything against the song of course but I like covering different stuff...which we have done pretty effectively (Our so far covered list ranges from Marilyn Manson to Billy idol:-p)

    So anyway...here is us Playing a toned down Version of 'Another Brick in the Wall'

    Our tribute to the kings of the trip

    Enjoy Folks

    Peace and Love

    Oh..Ps: Yesterdays Open Mic people were saying things that they hoped they would see or experience amid all the chaos...I would like to say That i HOPE with all my heart that Everyone in Sri Lanka stops just 'Thinking' Love and actually start feeling The Love...

    Adios Folks

  • A man of the people

    A bureaucrat hits a beggar, strangles him with his tie, then checks to see if there are stains in his suit and smiles and says to himself, “it’s good to be me baby”, as hordes of people a few hundred meters away are having a celebration of democracy and other great people like himself who are destined to save them all. A child approaches the bureaucrat and tugs at his sleeve. He quickly takes his hand away and once again checks to see if there are stains on his coat sleeve. He then climbs to the top of the stage and smiles upon the thousands of people assembled there with hopeful smiles on their faces.

    “My dear people”, he begins. “Today you have all come here….to show your support for a great and noble cause.” “Together, all of us can make a difference.” “Together we can make sure that those other people who don’t believe in what we say SUFFER for their unnatural thoughts.” “Yes I know that I’m a powerful man”, “I have money and influence…but I will be nowhere without the support of my people.” “YES...ALL OF YOU…I LIVE FOR YOU AND YOU ARE THE REASON THAT I AM BREATHING TODAY”, he screams with a psychotic glint in his eye. “I have always been with you, and that will never change”.

    The crowd breaks into deafening roars of delight

    “WE MUST TAKE THE FATE OF THE PEOPLE INTO OUR HANDS NOW MY FRIENDS”, he continues. “THE TIME HAS COME FOR THOSE TRAITORS WITH UNNATURAL THOUGHTS TO GET THEIR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.” “And as the man of the people”, he continues, calming down a bit, “I think that you…the people should go out there and tell THEM what you think”, to which the crowd responds with an earth shattering scream. And suddenly, people are running all over, trying to find weapons, torches, anything they can find to go take care of ‘them’. It’s complete chaos.

    Way in the back of the crowd, the child who tugged at the bureaucrats sleeve sheds a tear. “Well you told me you would take care of me when you were screaming with my mother on the bed”, he says.

    The end?

    Maybe a beginning

    In the death stained fields
    of a businessmans dream
    a soul cries liberation

  • Soul Fragments

    I float in fragments
    Drifting further away
    Into different directions
    Thoughts in broken spirals
    Questions within questions
    The answer is within reach
    Far away
    Within reach
    I reach out
    It moves further away

    I dwell in what lies within
    Yearn for what lies beyond
    Bitter realization
    I really long for what lies within
    What now lies sedated
    In a pool of fractured thought

    I could once read the writings
    Carved on my soul
    I can’t understand the language anymore
    My tongue is too dry to lick my wounds

    In an expanding universe
    I’m a stationery empty shell

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