SONGS OF THE DRIFTER

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 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…

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

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?

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

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...

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

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 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

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