Love is our greatest weapon. It is this four-chamber firebomb that levels the playing field along with five thousand square blocks. So light this fuse and run like hell because when this mother-fucker goes off it will be the blast heard round the world, it will shake the foundation and break the spell, and yes, the dead shall rise again.
Heart is hope is life is love. Love is our weapon because it is love that breaks us out of monotony, tears off our blinders, our preconceived notions of possible and impossible. In short, love makes us bulletproof. See, love is one of those things that cannot be replaced by science, cant be perverted by religion, it breaks all barriers and shatters taboos. Love ignores circumstance and exists to spite logic. The heart doesnt make decisions; it doesnt explore options or create a cost benefit analysis. The heart acts; it moves mountains over notions so simple that language fails to explain them. To move with heart is to be guided by faith, by blind acceptance that something inside is right, is holy, and has a power so immense that to even glimpse it will make our very bodies explode. The power of heart will tear the world to pieces and leave us standing breathless, together and aware, struck dumb by the simplicity of it all. Modern culture has raised logic on such a pedestal, draws us in like a carnival barker and explains the mysteries of the mind but like the carnival it is all a ruse, a perversion of the truth and more of the same, more arbitrary rules to govern our very existence.
Perception people try and complicate feelings, to complicate situations because they are afraid of failure. To the heart failure is not an option. The heart knows how we lie to ourselves, to each other, and it makes us sick. To perceive with the heart instead of the mind is claim total responsibility. For actions and inactions, for elation and contempt, it is to see the truth, that we as people are truly what we make ourselves. That we are so powerful, that any one of us can remake the world. Our culture lusts for power, for power over land, over riches, over each other, but when we accept the power, the responsibility, that pounds within our chests, we become untouchable. No amount of technology can break a spirit, no bomb or pill can strip us of this power, it is a birthright of every creature. We create our reality, knowingly or not. That being said, we can rise above all of the slings and arrows that fly our way. With laughter we shed the weight of their world, and in an embrace we create a type of fusion, a shock-wave, an alarm call to wake the dead.
Yes, shit happens. People move, people die, jail, pollution, ignorance We walk the razors edge, facing the hardships of a cold, mechanized world, but inside of us all is the light, the choice. To embrace the heart means to smile at danger, to know that it is only making you stronger. To live with heart is to walk the earth knowing that you alone are responsible for your world, to help, to do good, and when necessary, to fight. For there are other forces at work, greed and ignorance, hatred and deceit, those who have failed themselves, abandoned their very souls and feel that they must devour others to get it back. But a soul is never totally abandoned, heart will never fail us, never walk out on us. We must have faith in our spirit, and it in turn will grant us faith. If we believe, truly believe than, my friend, that is what we are.
To believe, to truly walk with heart, with spirit, is to be a warrior. To fight for a cause so just, so absolute, that there is no option, no question. Heart is a declaration of war upon a culture that seeks to divide and demean its inhabitants. Heart is a declaration of war on monotony, on excuses, on the emptiness that seems to govern our culture. The heart is the model for the warrior, strong yet quiet, wise yet hopeful, compassionate yet severe, fierce yet tender, forgiving, and oh so fatal.
Yes, heart is our weapon, our roadmap and our goal, our shield and our sword. Anarchists scream about desire armed, alienate those they claim to speak for because they dont know the secret handshake. Hart cannot be spelled out on a placard, and by definition, a warrior is nothing like what you expect. Move with spirit, be guided by the fire that burns with a knowledge so deep, it exists before speech, before thought. Walk your path, the rest is easy.
With love, with fire
-b
Heart is hope is life is love. Love is our weapon because it is love that breaks us out of monotony, tears off our blinders, our preconceived notions of possible and impossible. In short, love makes us bulletproof. See, love is one of those things that cannot be replaced by science, cant be perverted by religion, it breaks all barriers and shatters taboos. Love ignores circumstance and exists to spite logic. The heart doesnt make decisions; it doesnt explore options or create a cost benefit analysis. The heart acts; it moves mountains over notions so simple that language fails to explain them. To move with heart is to be guided by faith, by blind acceptance that something inside is right, is holy, and has a power so immense that to even glimpse it will make our very bodies explode. The power of heart will tear the world to pieces and leave us standing breathless, together and aware, struck dumb by the simplicity of it all. Modern culture has raised logic on such a pedestal, draws us in like a carnival barker and explains the mysteries of the mind but like the carnival it is all a ruse, a perversion of the truth and more of the same, more arbitrary rules to govern our very existence.
Perception people try and complicate feelings, to complicate situations because they are afraid of failure. To the heart failure is not an option. The heart knows how we lie to ourselves, to each other, and it makes us sick. To perceive with the heart instead of the mind is claim total responsibility. For actions and inactions, for elation and contempt, it is to see the truth, that we as people are truly what we make ourselves. That we are so powerful, that any one of us can remake the world. Our culture lusts for power, for power over land, over riches, over each other, but when we accept the power, the responsibility, that pounds within our chests, we become untouchable. No amount of technology can break a spirit, no bomb or pill can strip us of this power, it is a birthright of every creature. We create our reality, knowingly or not. That being said, we can rise above all of the slings and arrows that fly our way. With laughter we shed the weight of their world, and in an embrace we create a type of fusion, a shock-wave, an alarm call to wake the dead.
Yes, shit happens. People move, people die, jail, pollution, ignorance We walk the razors edge, facing the hardships of a cold, mechanized world, but inside of us all is the light, the choice. To embrace the heart means to smile at danger, to know that it is only making you stronger. To live with heart is to walk the earth knowing that you alone are responsible for your world, to help, to do good, and when necessary, to fight. For there are other forces at work, greed and ignorance, hatred and deceit, those who have failed themselves, abandoned their very souls and feel that they must devour others to get it back. But a soul is never totally abandoned, heart will never fail us, never walk out on us. We must have faith in our spirit, and it in turn will grant us faith. If we believe, truly believe than, my friend, that is what we are.
To believe, to truly walk with heart, with spirit, is to be a warrior. To fight for a cause so just, so absolute, that there is no option, no question. Heart is a declaration of war upon a culture that seeks to divide and demean its inhabitants. Heart is a declaration of war on monotony, on excuses, on the emptiness that seems to govern our culture. The heart is the model for the warrior, strong yet quiet, wise yet hopeful, compassionate yet severe, fierce yet tender, forgiving, and oh so fatal.
Yes, heart is our weapon, our roadmap and our goal, our shield and our sword. Anarchists scream about desire armed, alienate those they claim to speak for because they dont know the secret handshake. Hart cannot be spelled out on a placard, and by definition, a warrior is nothing like what you expect. Move with spirit, be guided by the fire that burns with a knowledge so deep, it exists before speech, before thought. Walk your path, the rest is easy.
With love, with fire
-b
corabelle:
AHHHH! Burkey!!!! I'm so happy you've found me! I miss you so damned much and I'm happy we can stay in better touch thanks to SG. Have you gotten my package yet??
isadora:
hi there -- i just inherited the metalworkers' group and i noticed that you posted some blades of yours in there a really long time ago, but they're fuckin' awesome. you still in the business?