spider hacksaw eats & is eaten

“This world is not our final destination. This world is merely one level of education.” —spider hacksaw (2013)

“A picture is nowhere near the value of a single word, let alone a thousand. When those words are carried upon a voice cast from the lips of one you love, or one that loves you.”

—spider hacksaw (2013)

i’m a sensible man, i wear sensible shoes, i eat sensible dust and drink sensible booze, i catch sensible flies and spread sensible flus, i break sensible hearts and make sensible news, i hang my sensible head in a sensible noose, i keep it all together even short a few screws
i keep myself together even with a short fuse

I’m a sensible man, i play by sensible rules, as a sensibly insane criminal, i leave sensibly insane clues

I’m a sensible man, i have a sensible mind, i offer sensible charity, and commit sensible crimes, i come from sensible people, and a sensible time, i balance sensible losses with sensible finds, i’m sensibly cruel to be sensibly kind, i’m sensibly visionary while being sensibly blind
i keep it all in order as the clock unwinds
i keep myself in order while the flesh grinder grinds

I’m a sensible man, i have a sensible plan, if the wicked wind can’t catch me, maybe some senseless calamity can

i’m a sensible man, i have a sensible function, i create sensible satisfaction from sensible construction, i offer sensible choices from sensible deduction, i get a sensible ransom for a sensible abduction, i cause sensible creation and sensible destruction,
i keep it all together with a tenable dysfunction
i keep myself together with gravitational suction

I’m a sensible man, i play the sensible blues, i’m a sensible man, i wear sensible shoes

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(sensible shoes)(spider hacksaw)(©2013)

“i wrote this without concern for the bullshit manufactured illusion of the self righteous wrong / I wrote this for the bullshit manufactured illusion because i refuse to play along / I wrote this so i could sing fuck you in a song.”

thefuckyousong / spider hacksaw / ©2013

“If there be anything for which i am guilty of taking pride
or of having unrepentant arrogance in
’tis that to the marrow of my bones by and by
and to the root of my ghost through and through
i am now as the divine grace created me
as i was and always shall be
eternally so
a Yankee soldier soul.”

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(©2013)(spider hacksaw)(A Yankee Solider Soul)

“We simply want someone or something to live for. Nothing less, nothing more. Without that, we simply want someone or something to die for. Nothing less, nothing more.”

—spider hacksaw (©2013)

“Don’t kill my death dreams / My dreams of death are the only things, the keep me going / If i didn’t have the freedom of knowing / that i can escape this life via death / if i didn’t have a way out, right here with me all the time, i would be blowing – my brains out upon some wall, somewhere, somehow / The knowledge that i don’t have to be here tomorrow / that i don’t have to suffer a single second longer/ that i can off myself at any time / that’s what keeps me rolling on down life’s line. / I really get freaked out, i really get fucked up / when i start to feel like i don’t have some quiet little exit-door stashed somewhere nearby / giving me the right to die / I start to panic and feel like i’m suffocating from fear / The only thing that keeps me here / keeps me alive, is death / I can only keep dragging my pathetic worthless ass, down this tunnel of shit stained shattered glass / a little bit further everyday or more / as long as i can end the war / as long as i can end the fight / as long as i can see Death’s light / Death is the distant comforting glow / at the end of life’s torment and sorrow / the only thing that makes me stay, is knowing that i can leave someday / the only thing that keeps me going / is that i can see death glowing / glowing so warm, glowing so bright / i’ll only stay here in life’s darkness / as long as i can see death’s light / I’ll live as long as i can die / as long as i can see that goodbye / as long as i can see death’s light.”

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death’s light / spider hacksaw (copyright 2012)(December13)

“My wave bleeds into you, your wave bleeds into me, this is our existence, upon the sea of humanity.”
—spider hacksaw

Some may perceive acceptance of death, or giving up as negative, but that is maybe because they fear death or think of death as failure, when in fact, we all die, or more importantly we seem to die. Now, i see the positive and negative flows of our existence as a reality within the framework of a world based upon duality. I think that this world would fail to exist without the energies of duality.
It is my observation that all things will become their opposite once they go too far in any one direction. That is the built in compromise, created into our existence, (which science has proven is ultimately an illusion created by the design of our perceptional senses.) Now, in my observances, if positivity or negativity are allowed to continue undeterred in one direction, they will become what they were opposing, which for positivity is negativity and for negativity it is positivity. That is the circle of life, like any other circle of life within the system we inhabit. Any Thing taken to its furthest extent is ultimately its opposite. Relentless, unchecked positivity will become negativity sooner or later, it can’t not. Relentless negativity, unchecked, will become effectively positive, it can’t not. Don’t take my word on this, contemplate it, with parameters of reason and logic, utilizing your own examples and follow them to their extreme. In this world, balance is created by the harmony of dualities living together, and held in check by the circle of existence within the framework of this temporary manufactured reality. To know anything different, is enlightenment and/or finding the exit.

random castle river-moats of darkness
appear and disappear
in and out of nowhere everywhere
as i run madly and blindly about
in search of worthless things and meaningless memes
until i stumble and fall into the black slack of it all
then drop as a statue of cold fool’s gold
before being caught by an array of sunshine motes
a glass gnat or skylark of starlight
glinting and glowing, humming musical notes
that raise me upward and skyward
from the depths to the heights
where i enter a place, a space,
beyond all containment, confinement, time and need,
to bleed out of it all, and into the endless unknown
alone
not alone

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alone, not alone / spider hacksaw / ©2012