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Lyrics- A Quick Little F@!k You On Popular Culture and Politics

Conservation’s overrated 

Popular culture is jaded 

Instigate your changes, baby

All the excuses we give just feel

Yeah feel, like this world is going nowhere

Complicated jargon lately

Politics and nice cars, maybe?

In the end it all seems shady

Voting in their booths to say they feel

Yeah feel, like this world is going nowhere 

 

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Posted by on May 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Music, Writings

 

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#TimeWaster

#TimeWaster

My seconds graze

the clock hands’ shade

A mind’s race goes for daze

Suns rays erase a watch’s stain

Even on the glare’s long days,

Our shadowplay moves yesterdays

To powdered futures, bronzed and glazed

A moment grows yet remains the same

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings

 

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#QuoteOfTheDay

#QuoteOfTheDay

“Don’t waste yourself in rejection, Nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.”

~~Ralph Emerson

 

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#Birthdays

Thoughts by TheLionWriter on 10/7

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Birthdays

Yesterday was my Dad’s birthday. I feel as if time is speeding up for my life or perhaps everyone else’s time is slowing down. My year living on my own has matured me so much. There were many skins I slipped over my own, many shoes I donned on my feet, roles that even now I find myself intertwined with again: the ignored voice of reason, arrogant older brother shameful coward, impulsive dimwit, haughty rich man, dirty hippie, useless student, successful student, adamant lover, practicing Buddhist, energetic performer, simpleton, city boy, a reader charismatic leader, downtrodden loser, diligent worker, lazy burnout, typographer, planner, politician, salesman, venue owner, party-thrower, party-goer, party-pooper, dimissive intellectual, above all however a determined writer. I wonder now as my Dad becomes another year older if he became these many things in his twenty-second year of life and if he now scoffs as how trivial those days were. Even now I find myself longing for my last year of high school on the loneliest of days; thinking to myself “Wow, those were the days huh?”. Humans, perhaps the only creatures who lust after their past while mindlessly navigating the present. We are all but players on a grand stage- trading roles for each new act, ultimately learning each other’s parts till they are revealed to be one and the same. A play withing a play, a character within the character, the great symbolic motion we all groove to, teaching each other steps to the dance of life, whose song can only be hear faintly in the now like the wind of a candle being blown out on your birthday,,,,

~theLionWriter

 
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Posted by on October 22, 2014 in Journal Entries, Uncategorized, Writings

 

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#iQuit Cigarettes Vol.3

It’s been so long since my lost post in the #iQuit series. I’ve had this entry written in my journal from this past summer. My posting of Vol.3 marks the re-start of these journal entries so that I may finish the original 7-part series I had planned for my ordeal on quiting this nasty habit. Thanks for reading! Please share if you are trying to quit to and don’t give up!

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I’m driving home, the blur of raindrops on my windshield serves as a temporary distraction from my thoughts. I take a sip from my coffee; my roommate does the same. He rolls down his window and we light our cigarettes in grey moonlight underneath passing purple clouds. The commercial from a television break plays over in my head: ‘A man walks into a convenience store. “Menthol cigarettes please.” He puts down his money, while the clerk eyes him curiously. “That’s not enough. Two teeth please.” The customer sighs and reaches into his mouth, followed by the gut-wrenching crack of the man’s teeth being detached from his bottom jaw. He puts his teeth on the counter and the narrator closes the scene with a warning concerning menthol cigarettes increasing the likelihood of gum disease.’ Running my fingers through my hair, I feel my stomach churn. Toxic smoke is literally filling my lungs right now, carcinogens are coursing through my blood stream. @truthorange states that at least 69 cancer causing chemicals exist in cigarettes. Shockingly, but not in any way coincidental, 90% of all lung cancer victims are smokers (lung.org). Tobacco’s even been called more or as addictive as crack, heroine, or cocaine. But sitting in the car now I clench my stomach and toss the cigarette half-done out the window. The dense fog of dread leaving my stomach I breathe in the silvery rainwater air and hear the hum of my tires on the road…

~TheLionWriter

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2014 in Journal Entries, Readings, Writings

 

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#TheDreamer

#TheDreamer

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Thoughts by thelionwriter

I am constantly depriving my body of sleep. My body says “now”, my mind stays restless. As if I might miss something phenomenal by going to bed before five in the morning; the thought alone is ridiculous. However, my thoughts pace feverishly back and forth in the caverns of my head telling me “stay awake a little bit longer.” It might be my subconcious’ way of saying there are still things for me to accomplish before I can rest, islands to discover, empires to build, minds to mold, people to encourage, an ocean of things for me to learn, hear, experience. “I know, I know!” I find myself saying, “I should sleep but there’s still so much I can do right now.” It’s never the small things I can remember in the dreary sleep deprived sunrises I watch. I never recall the laundry I should fold or the clothes I should wear tomorrow, I where I need to be the next night even; instead these impatient concepts and projects appear in my mind with enormous responsibilities, grand visions, and the epic elusive goals of a dreamer. Pictures and sounds flowing through my minds eye the way a memory collapses suddenly upon us- only these memories are a future that my heart can feel itself pulling towards. Alas, nature calls me back from my brain’s denial of relief so that slowly I can crawl towards the rest my only human body needs. Sunsets are overrated.
~thelionwriter

 

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#iquit Cigarettes VOL.2

Cigarettes VOL.2

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The thirst for these mischievous little tobacco sticks was undying, persistent, and demanding. Not even a few hours would pass before I found myself scraping up loose change for a buzz. Now, even, I look at the fresh pack of menthol 100s I bought a few hours ago to see if nearly empty. I hadn’t made much progress at all, maybe I regressed a tad bit. Telling my grandmother I was trying to quit cigarettes gave her a pair of concerned eyes and an anecdotal tone. “When your grandfather was younger no one knew better. My father smoked big cigars and so did his, in our town no one knew tobacco was bad for you yet. Then he began to cough terribly enough to get a doctor’s opinion. The doctor plainly told him not to smoke as much. He broke all his cigars and sprinkled the stuff on the floor, looked at me and set his mind to quit right then and there.” Later she laughs, ending her story with, “That was in 1993.” Over ten years since his last puff of tobacco. My grandfather, at sixty-eight, is healthier than most middle-aged men and to this day runs his own business. His story rings in my ears now as a reminder: it is possible. Perhaps I’m missing the true desire, the drive, the DECISION to quit. I grit my teeth while writing this, my knuckles, a ghost white chain wrapped around my pen. As hard as it might be, I know this is right, my grandfather had the same trails, he knew it was right. The Time is Now, I write, then set my jaw and taste the putrid sweetness of my last cigarette on my lips.

~theLionWriter

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Posted by on May 9, 2014 in Journal Entries, Writings

 

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