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Better Or Worse: Never the same

Posted by No Law on June 9, 2018 at 10:25 AM Comments comments (109)

There are two kinds of people. Those who leave the world a better place and those who leave it worse. Nobody leaves it the same.

The Dunce In The Corner

Posted by No Law on May 25, 2018 at 4:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Dunce laughed too loud in class

Teacher put dunce in the corner

Everbody went back to class

Teacher began to write nonsense on the board

"It's all in my mind."

Students and teacher turn to look at the dunce

Dunce simly smiles and nods his head.

Protest (lyrics)

Posted by No Law on March 9, 2018 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Protest

by Derek Worth


VERSE 1

Why wait for them to slowly lock us into an ignorant generation

When is a better time to protest against anyone who tries to keep us down

Are you going to wait until they try and kill your children

Are you going stand up to the monsters who control the entire sleeping town


PRECHORUS

Well this is our time

We will take over

The sleeping state of this system

Who else is gonna do it


CHORUS

Now is the time to protest

Let us make the most of it

Now is the time for revolution

Let us show you the solution

Tomorrow belongs to the people

Not to those who heed our weeping

The future belongs to who seek the truth

Not to a heartless institution


VERSE 2 slow

It is the reason for humanity's struggle against loss

Fight against the system that doesn't want you to awaken

Find it in you heart to believe there ain't no love

Even though you know that you will be forsaken

//:you know it://


SOLO


BRIDGE

Don't wait for tomorrow

Today is when we prove it

There may be no tomorrow

If we don't do this


CHORUS

Now is the time for protest

So Protest

Now is the time for protest

Go Protest x4


VERSE 3

Get up on your feet

Gather in the streets

Time to make a change

Leave this world a better place

What Have I Done

Posted by No Law on December 15, 2017 at 3:40 AM Comments comments (2)

Our world is passing into darkness. When we are gone let the next universal voice take notice of our doings. And when it says "the people did nothing to avert the end" let us interpret that voice as saying that 'I' did nothing.

E: The Letter Of The Law

Posted by No Law on March 3, 2017 at 3:10 AM Comments comments (2)

A: I don't think. Not do I act or try not to be certain of my actions. B:When all fails I feel elated from the challenge of making things right. C: If nothing works then I cry to the moon for mental repair. D: When my mind fails me it is my spirit that comes to my aid of it's own volition. F! All of it nonsense!

Where is the 'E' in this foolish grading system? It is not that which I represent that counts so much as the truth. The times. The end of days. Finally, the burial of my body. It is my belief that counts as much a turnip rules the final empire. Kingdoms come and go and there is, I am certain, a consisting reality that governs all of these. Spires rise in order to hopefully oppose gravity or perhaps just to lean on a trust which drives their society. What is the point at the top of the highest spire. God must reign over or within all of this. And yet what is God but a word trying to describe our the potential of our better natures. No hall of fame penny towers over our heads as it lies on it's tail in the back trophy room while cornered worlds strive for existence in the house of cold logic.

“Microchips look like cities.” the man pointed seriously as his king, “Circling nouns with verbs and round and round. And round and round again. The wheel has truly been reinvented at the very beginning.”

“Or perhaps in the end,”argued the fool in the commercial, “You shall grasp the meaning of life as you pour it down your throat with a silver spoon cradle and all.”

Mountains are these spires in the cities of nature. Blades of grass these spires. Trees. Rocks. Our journey down the highway of rivers and forest paths is fraught with beast at both sides and within. Insects. Wolves. Birds of prey. All of which are we. End the cycle of addiction and perpetuate a new cycle. One of admittance. The loss of control. No longer must we pretend that we are not being raped by shadows. Because they are mere shadows. Admit them. No longer must we fear our brothers and sisters. Because we admit them. The children of earth dance in the midst of this disorder where up is down, light is dark, this is that, and your mind is not your own. An admittance to that brings the true dance and release the disorder from it's former clutches bringing the people's good intentions into light.

Still the body dies and wordly affairs carry on with it lying still. In fact the stiller the body lies the more the world carries on. Worms eat the flesh perhaps like a good burger. Angels watch bubbles of gas escape from the eyelids as fluid seeps out. Our eyes are frozen. We are frozen. Dead. How is this different from life itself. Especially life in the graveyard of the bustling metropolis with its tombstones buildings baring the names of the ever dead mascots which are so highly revered by the worms we call people.

Ah, but we are higher than the worms! Still, the mechanisms we call glasses exile us from our true vision. The machines that cradle the infant meal which peers eagerly through two metal holes with shifting lenses questions the seeker within, “What do you see?”

E. E upside down. E on its side. Z. B. X. S. And on and on until cold logic fills a entire realm of blurry slave mentalities forced into the societal cleansing of any heavenly notion on this earth. And then do we confirm this meltdown into sterile nature living in ignorance of it's eternal being. Thus do we forfeit our freedom little by little, clinging to institutional limitation that keep us in a state of constant transformation. Our minds controlled. Our bodies ready for perpetual battle. In the name of some infinite goal. And the “doctor” rewards the meat with a lollipop claiming, with a smile, that it has good vision.

What if the meat claimed to see flowers, naked ladies, or even stars and stripes. If not admitting to some foolish humor, into a different institution would it then be plopped, it's entire life becoming more and more jaded as more doctors try to “understand” the nature of the things “illness”. Then the mind of the food would wait to be cured of its malady knowing fully well that it has a degenerative disorder. More weight is thus placed on the meat in order to keep it in line. Hopefully the next time it goes to the optometrist it will fall into line and see what it is told to see. A big E at the top of other meaningless symbols.

Argument For True Democracy

Posted by No Law on March 3, 2017 at 1:40 AM Comments comments (2)

The people's vote should count primarily for electing officials like the president, even in a republic, and those elected officials should vote on legal legislation, jurisdiction, and enforcement. I don't believe that only elected officials' votes should override the popular vote when that vote concerns everyone in the nation and is a vote for a representative of that nation rather than a vote for legislation, jurisdiction, or enforcement.

Derek Ramin Worth - Subliminal

Posted by No Law on February 6, 2017 at 9:45 PM Comments comments (0)

 

Subliminal

 

Verse 1

You speak to the wall about your trauma

It's hard to handle all of this drama

Memories of the past flood into your vision

Sometimes I feel it's for no reason

 

Prechorus

I enter the zone with a tainted smile

The boundaries of forbidden places move

Changes are hidden within that extra mile

The future comes all too soon

 

Verse 2

Poetry searches for something divine

You've got joy plus golden sunshine

Redemption spirals out of control

Treasure doubts me when I'm on a roll

 

Prechorus

I enter the zone with a tainted smile

The boundaries of forbidden places move

Changes are hidden within that extra mile

The future comes all too soon

 

CHORUS

Tomorrow I will wake up the love

I will show you how it's never enough

I cannot erase the pain I have caused

All I can do is try to move on

You look at me like a criminal

Who is in the wrong

Everything's subliminal

In this song

 

Verse 1

You speak to the wall about your trauma

It's hard to handle all of this drama

Memories of the past flood into your vision

Sometimes I feel it's for no reason

 

CHORUS

Tomorrow I will wake up the love

I will show you how it's never enough

I cannot erase the pain I have caused

All I can do is try to move on

You look at me like a criminal

Who is in the wrong

Everything's subliminal

In this song

 

SOLO

 

instra turnaround

 

BRIDGE

subliminal trees

swaying in the wind

subliminal noise

never to begin

subliminal cities

rising to the clouds

subliminal joys

getting you down


Poetry searches for something divine

You've got joy plus golden siunshine

Redemption spiral out of control

Treasure doubts me when I'm on a roll.


When I'm on a roll x 4



www.derekraminworth.com

Anti-Trump song 'Fascism' by Derek Ramin Worth

Posted by No Law on February 6, 2017 at 7:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I want to make you aware of my new anti-trump song 'Fascism'.

 

It can be viewed here:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDrlrVD4Clc

 

The song can also be downloaded for free at:

 

www.derekraminworth.com

 

under the 'music' tab

FORUM "How can you own the earth and the sky?"

Posted by No Law on June 7, 2016 at 1:55 AM Comments comments (0)

How can a law be created? If we are living in a universe of laws which are inherent, then laws, as it is thus far, have only been discovered. They existed before their discovery. Atop all of these laws must something quite mysterious indeed. Have you noticed that man made laws keep changing over time, regardless of the ones they cause to suffer with punishments unjust. Do all laws change? Are man made laws any different that natural laws? What if there were no laws? Would this state be created or discovered. Is the universe created by our biology thus ending with death. Or are we witnesses to a field of the infinite which operates on it's own authority when left alone. The visions I see most parade around the peripheral. I believe my eyes, being wired to my brain, snap reality in place for showing me what I need to see in order to survive. However, I do not believe that is any sort of accurate description of what we are in and a part of. I suffered a mental crises after dropping out. I was forced to rely on my will or let go and fly with it even if it meant being on the street. Upon taking acid for the first time the reality which had been so well locked into my perception began to give way to added dimensions which were unknown to me. Vision danced around me. At times I was in the middle of a war. At other times all was one and at peace, loving, fun, and serene. It that the law doing its job improperly or just me failing. Who makes the law(s)? The first caveman? The last man alive? God? Who? Imposed limitations. Imposed by who. And what are we trying to prove?

Are we just a bunch of Indians sitting around a closed fire asking, "How can you own the land and the sky?"

Or are we advertising agents sitting around rich office tables asking the same question with different, and far more seriously twisted, intentions.

If so then I am one of these men who asks, "How can you own the earth and the sky."

Only my intentions are laughably jaded and convoluted by this system of keeping our eyes snapped into place, mostly so we can keep moving forward as a society. And what a society it is! The true world is infinity miraculous in every way, especially granted that our bodies will have moved into a different realm of the material plane, and taken countless forms which surround us as we speak.

How are we unable to communicate with these realms? It is our minds being the result of how our brains are wired together like a machine, from living in a technological utopia. It allows us to perpetuate a logical system which is cold and rejects its savior (this realm in our peripheral).

How could we, with this wiring, ever be able then of comprehending the this unknown realm without passing out. The truth has always been a "law". If science has any purpose it is to search out the true nature of things and apply that knowledge to the progression of a species, namely all of us.

If we could snap out this locked down perception, I believe we might find that microbiology should get more funding than searching the heavens, which is like somebody living on an atom trying to understand the nature of a molecule.  We might find that the sky is really only made for dreams and that shooting rockets into space doesn't prove the earth is round.

"How can you own the earth and sky?!"

Is it truly wise to pinch the horizon with metal causing mass hysteria, while people are dying of, so far, incurable diseases.

There are aliens all around us, even in our bodies. We are aliens. If the earth is indeed round, then there is far far more space than earth.

It is my belief the universe as we know it is the result of imposed limitations coming from all around us. I have a body. My body in any one discernable from is limited. I am an imposed limitation who acts as a medium for imposed limitations. However I can travel throughout limitless dimensions though my immaculate perception, searching for the ultimate limitation, which would ultimately lead to a myriad representational ideas. The spirits animate us still, though many of us believe we are in control. We do, I believe have the power of choice, the source of which is inconceivable in a world of laws.

This choice is what connects our consciousness and gives us inspiration and suffering as it comes around.

The question is "How can you own the earth and the sky?" 

Let it reveal to us and each other our true intentions.

Everything Is One

Posted by No Law on July 16, 2015 at 11:35 PM Comments comments (1)

Everything is one

 

The trees look like nuclear explosions

Maybe they are

The field is tattooed with symbols

Making them art

 

People are nothing more than beast

Why do we think

The soda can is made of metal

Like the music

 

The sky could be the sun

Hard work could be real fun

You're starting when you're done

Cuz Everything is one

 

What am I really trying to do when I sing you a song

Isn't it what you're hearing on the radio right now

While our governent is putting us on the cross

A major revolution is all we really wanted

 

Everything is one

Everything is one

Everything is one

I only wish it was all made of love

 

A fish a really a gun

A gun is really a wish

A wish is really a want

And wanting is really rough

When all is said and done

 

The trees look like nuclear explosions

Maybe they are

The field is tattooed with symbols

Making them art

 

People are nothing more than beast

Why do we think

The soda can is made of metal

Like the music


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