Take a fall for me.

Joined though this love, nothing could come between
Blood is thicker than mud, liquor the elixir of love
Turn a square dance into a passion hug
Tight as the grip of the squid
Gentle as the finger touch of a newborn kid
I wouldn't trade her smile for a million quid
Don't let my love fall, keep building it
I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time
Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind
Candlelight dinners and fish and chips with vinegar
With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar
Salam in this, channeled through the Italian peninsula
Her strong pheromones and cologne enhance the stench of her
But she aksed for romance, spent this love, enter her
Don't let me fall, always remember us
Don't roll the dice, don't let them throw the rice
Don't throw my soul over to the poltergeist
His heart was cold like it was soaked in ice
A stroke of your love is like a stroke of life
Melt in the heat of my passion magnetic attraction
It cause a strong reaction
I need you like I need satisfaction.

Materialistic mind of mine

There is a part of me that has come to the realization that material things don’t really matter in the long run, since in the long run we are all dead anyways.  Material posessions always eventually degrade into the stardust they are made out of, even humans.  The world of form is temporary, fleeting, and ultimately unimportant.  You are more than the stardust you are made out of.

The elevation of consciousness is what is important.  The realization that we are not what we own is what is important.  Forgiveness and compassion for those who have harmed you and your family is what is important.  These things are important because ultimately they bring inner peace to one’s consciousness.

Rejecting the state comes naturally when you have total compassion and forgiveness for your fellow man.  A sane society would take criminals and coddle them like children who simply didn’t know any better.  We put people in cages and threaten people with violence strictly because our identities are tied to the world of form.  If people truly put the elevation of consciousness above the material, there wouldn’t be a state running around threatening people over violations of property and person.

Material things are nice, but does the theft or destruction of material property justify violent responses by society against the perpetrators?  If a child runs down the beach and destroys a sand castle that another child was building, do we throw him in a cage over it?  Of course not.  However, if a man walks down the street and breaks or steals something that took another person a few hours to create, do we throw him a cage?  What’s the difference?  The man obviously has the same level of consciousness as the child or he wouldn’t have done what he did.  And society’s response is obviously the same as that of the child who had his sand castle destroyed.  Society throws a temper tantrum and lashes out violently over the destruction or theft of “stuff”.

The realization that the material isn’t important makes writing articles that ultimately revolve around the improvement of material production to be a drag on my psyche.  I can see why the Buhddist monks limit themselves to a wood bowl and a tunic.  By rejecting material possessions, it prevents a person from identifying themselves with the things they own.  Most people in this world derive their sense of self from the things they own.  You’re not going to see a Buddhist monk pull out a gun to defend his wood bowl or tunic.  Perhaps that’s why the monks have been historically persecuted so heavily by statists.  The monks lifestyle represents the rejection of the reason to have a state in the first place.

Music and thoughts

It's funny how  a combination of a few alphabets can change your perspective. One's perspective about something is often used as a tool to judge his qualities.
Someone's combination of these few alphabets about something could make or break his reputation as a person. 
Every thought generated by the human brain has a meaning behind it. To understand  human thoughts is not child's play. The thinker might have a different meaning to his idea and the listener might comprehend it the wrong way.
The funniest thing is at times , even the inventor of one's thoughts makes out the wrong meaning of his creation.
Finding someone who can unconditionally figure out how your brain works is not less than any god's gift. 
Sometimes symphonies can understand you a lot better than the people in your surroundings do. You can connect with them and just listen to them for an  infinite number of times. A rock and roll bass line can pump you up and make your sad soul jump up and down in harmony. 
Being sceptical and reserved about your mental creations is not bad but at the same condescending to someone's idea can make you look naive. The same goes with music. Your taste in music represents you , you as a  person. The society can either be friends with you if you jam on to punk tunes or it can retaliate and leave you isolated. But you as a listener to music are not supposed to stop and change your taste. It's what you choose to be, what you prefer to hear. For the society's sake, you're not supposed to change your taste. Your music is your identity, it's shows how loyal you are to yourself and to the thoughts which are generated in your head.