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Idyllic · 04-22-2010, 05:24 AM

One day you will be the older and you will wonder why youth around you look at you with lost eyes, they won’t see the past the way you do, and they don't see as much of it. We elders see it twice, we see your youth and our youth with both eyes, eyes of our past and eyes of your future, and eyes of our future too, we have been where you are, don't doubt that.

Don’t save time for me to catch up with your idea of reality, mine is much here and soon over, I don’t need to live the life of my children to understand living, we have been where you are, don't doubt it.

Babylon, babbling languages in time spoken from tongues that wag a story to just fill the void, she loves the image and hates the vision, he betrayed not just her, he betrayed his entire generation, love stolen and forsaken by a father who will torment his offspring generation for EVER……. There is no Babylon making laws here, just because babble says its wrong doesn’t make it so…… there is, however, a monster needing to be caged.

She will grow or not, but to hurt one you love so deeply and profoundly is wrong, regardless of your station, gate, door to hell where he will hopefully fall through, to destroy ones own generational birth is death verily, her fathers life value was his greatest achievement and his greatest destruction, for himself and for his following generations.

It is the adults who have survived being molested who scream stop…… they scream it for a reason, it’s wrong, not Babylon babbling wrong, atomic bomb wrong.

Jazz (to a degree) originated as an expressive outlet for pain, pain is suffered for myriad reasons and all colors enjoyed the creation of misery no one color owns misery any better or any more, than another: white sold white, white sold black, black sold black, black sold white, sold red, sold yellow, sold pink and blue and purple, humans sold other humans, and some still do. Music moves in generations and spurts of testimonials in history and hers. Music declares time and youth and pain and growth are movements of moments that repeat and repeat again through the ages it just gets louder as you get older, so it seems older people don’t hear it as well, well, we’ve heard the same beat as you, we’re just tired of the noise, noise we created too.

Babylon is your creation to blame the man for the pain you suffer, but the “man” (society’s laws) isn’t Babylon, the individual is, and the uneducated seem to follow any bull horn being blown. Blame is a game that self serves explanations to dress a harmony of bad keys and try to make it whistle a tune, it still sounds rotten. Trying to justify socially destructive behavior as bad merely because the “man” says its bad is ludicrous, pain is universal, like music, it either sings to your happy place or it takes you to a bad one.

Try not to be so hard on us old people, we have done the best we know how…… you will be here one day……. we really are your greatest advocates in living and have been all along, your generation sees us through the same glasses we saw our parents and grandparents through, they are eternally dirty and scratched so the images age blurred by previous generations who underappreciated their elders and now Babylon tells you to do the same thing, and your listening, this time its your friends and your generations’ babblings.

Life happens when your least ready to enjoy it and pain when your least able to prevent it and anger when your least able to extinguish it, life happens when you let it and when you participate without preconceived notions of societies yoke, you can plow your own field and plant your own garden and build your own stations where trains can deliver to you those who need your depth of emotional thought and strength from surviving life within your own head, you gain this with reasoning that injustices are truly just that, unjust.

Don’t sell out to inequalities just because your generations Babylon tells you.

People who feel deeply, feel the pains of others more and want to remove this pain, they are willing to take the pain because they believe they can handle it (as accustomed to pain we become) and want so very much to end another’s sufferings, as I can see you understand how to survive with emotional pain and how to fight for that survival.

But many people won’t give their pain up simply because they are afraid they can’t live outside the pain, it is all they/we know. When you live life with excessive feeling everyday, extreme emotions everyday, you find it hard to understand people who have average lives, it becomes almost fantasy that people live without all the mental baggage of their youth, but that baggage is not theirs, never has been, never will be and they will never understand what it is like to carry it, Good for them, if everyone experienced life as hard or emotionally as you appear or your friend (girl victimized, and yes, she was) or all those others who have suffered, we as a people would not know the reality of true survival and fundamental hope, hope that tomorrow will bring the answers we seek, the answers to questions only victims can ask.

You have a valuable lesson to teach, survival inside the greatest jungle, ones own mind, don’t give up. This IS life, my friend, it only gets better if you let it and if you look for that better each and every day. The more grateful for each day of life you are, the more great each day will become there after. Peace is within you, befriend it.

When you accept who you are, the inadequacies fall away and when you allow yourself to like who you are, self-confidence replaces them. It will come, don't doubt it, it will come.

p.s. I know who I am, I am your friend, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your brother, I am your neighbor, I am you. I am human and I am the best human I know how to be and I am saddened that you don't seem to see who I am, just as you feel I don't see who you are, older people are not your Babylon, you are your own Babylon and personal enlightenment ends only when your dead, we "adults" started looking for it at your age and younger for some, and we questioned our elders too, I hear music repeating.

04-22-2010, 05:24 AM	#24 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	One day you will be the older and you will wonder why youth around you look at you with lost eyes, they won’t see the past the way you do, and they don't see as much of it. We elders see it twice, we see your youth and our youth with both eyes, eyes of our past and eyes of your future, and eyes of our future too, we have been where you are, don't doubt that. Don’t save time for me to catch up with your idea of reality, mine is much here and soon over, I don’t need to live the life of my children to understand living, we have been where you are, don't doubt it. Babylon, babbling languages in time spoken from tongues that wag a story to just fill the void, she loves the image and hates the vision, he betrayed not just her, he betrayed his entire generation, love stolen and forsaken by a father who will torment his offspring generation for EVER……. There is no Babylon making laws here, just because babble says its wrong doesn’t make it so…… there is, however, a monster needing to be caged. She will grow or not, but to hurt one you love so deeply and profoundly is wrong, regardless of your station, gate, door to hell where he will hopefully fall through, to destroy ones own generational birth is death verily, her fathers life value was his greatest achievement and his greatest destruction, for himself and for his following generations. It is the adults who have survived being molested who scream stop…… they scream it for a reason, it’s wrong, not Babylon babbling wrong, atomic bomb wrong. Jazz (to a degree) originated as an expressive outlet for pain, pain is suffered for myriad reasons and all colors enjoyed the creation of misery no one color owns misery any better or any more, than another: white sold white, white sold black, black sold black, black sold white, sold red, sold yellow, sold pink and blue and purple, humans sold other humans, and some still do. Music moves in generations and spurts of testimonials in history and hers. Music declares time and youth and pain and growth are movements of moments that repeat and repeat again through the ages it just gets louder as you get older, so it seems older people don’t hear it as well, well, we’ve heard the same beat as you, we’re just tired of the noise, noise we created too. Babylon is your creation to blame the man for the pain you suffer, but the “man” (society’s laws) isn’t Babylon, the individual is, and the uneducated seem to follow any bull horn being blown. Blame is a game that self serves explanations to dress a harmony of bad keys and try to make it whistle a tune, it still sounds rotten. Trying to justify socially destructive behavior as bad merely because the “man” says its bad is ludicrous, pain is universal, like music, it either sings to your happy place or it takes you to a bad one. Try not to be so hard on us old people, we have done the best we know how…… you will be here one day……. we really are your greatest advocates in living and have been all along, your generation sees us through the same glasses we saw our parents and grandparents through, they are eternally dirty and scratched so the images age blurred by previous generations who underappreciated their elders and now Babylon tells you to do the same thing, and your listening, this time its your friends and your generations’ babblings. Life happens when your least ready to enjoy it and pain when your least able to prevent it and anger when your least able to extinguish it, life happens when you let it and when you participate without preconceived notions of societies yoke, you can plow your own field and plant your own garden and build your own stations where trains can deliver to you those who need your depth of emotional thought and strength from surviving life within your own head, you gain this with reasoning that injustices are truly just that, unjust. Don’t sell out to inequalities just because your generations Babylon tells you. People who feel deeply, feel the pains of others more and want to remove this pain, they are willing to take the pain because they believe they can handle it (as accustomed to pain we become) and want so very much to end another’s sufferings, as I can see you understand how to survive with emotional pain and how to fight for that survival. But many people won’t give their pain up simply because they are afraid they can’t live outside the pain, it is all they/we know. When you live life with excessive feeling everyday, extreme emotions everyday, you find it hard to understand people who have average lives, it becomes almost fantasy that people live without all the mental baggage of their youth, but that baggage is not theirs, never has been, never will be and they will never understand what it is like to carry it, Good for them, if everyone experienced life as hard or emotionally as you appear or your friend (girl victimized, and yes, she was) or all those others who have suffered, we as a people would not know the reality of true survival and fundamental hope, hope that tomorrow will bring the answers we seek, the answers to questions only victims can ask. You have a valuable lesson to teach, survival inside the greatest jungle, ones own mind, don’t give up. This IS life, my friend, it only gets better if you let it and if you look for that better each and every day. The more grateful for each day of life you are, the more great each day will become there after. Peace is within you, befriend it. When you accept who you are, the inadequacies fall away and when you allow yourself to like who you are, self-confidence replaces them. It will come, don't doubt it, it will come. p.s. I know who I am, I am your friend, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your brother, I am your neighbor, I am you. I am human and I am the best human I know how to be and I am saddened that you don't seem to see who I am, just as you feel I don't see who you are, older people are not your Babylon, you are your own Babylon and personal enlightenment ends only when your dead, we "adults" started looking for it at your age and younger for some, and we questioned our elders too, I hear music repeating. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.