There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the One. It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things, and at …the end all things return to it. Embrace it, respect all of creation, and yourself…
Whoever relies on the One in governing men doesn’t try to force issues or defeat enemies by force of arms. For every force there is a counter-force. Violence, even well intentioned, always rebounds upon oneself.
If the power hungry, greed driven men and women could venter themselves in the one, the whole world would be transformed, returning to its natural state, its natural rhythms. People would be content with their simple, everyday lives, in harmony, living in love, and free of want and need When there is no need, all things are at peace.
Weapons are the tools of violence; all decent men detest them. Weapons are the tools of fear; a decent man will avoid them except in the direst necessity and, if compelled, will use them only with the utmost restraint. Peace is his highest value. His enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. Nor does he re…joice in victory. How could he rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?
I walk the darkness once more,
Familiar old friend, come to talk at my side
This nightmare vision’s softly roaring call
Leaving seed of doubt while I sleep
Visions planted in my brain by corruption vile
Battles waged with the silence of the one within
Battle eternal from without and within
These restless dreams I seem walk alone
Narrow streets of concrete and trash
‘Neath the dim wane light of dirty street lamps
I turn my collar up to the cold damp gutter
Shield my eyes from the neon lights glow
That convoluted calling of the wall street elite
From those untouched by the silence of truth
I look around and see the millions in huddled mass
Shaking in fear, blind though see, believing the lies as truth
Talking without speaking, hearing without listening
Where gone the humanity, the morality, the care
I write songs that I can never share without fear
For no one dare read, no one dare believe
This too disturbing the sound of silence
I would have you know just what it is you do
This silent allowance grows liken a cancer in our world
I beg you hear my words that I might enlighten
Take my hand that I might help you reach out
But I fear my words too late, to quiet, too harsh
Ever echoing in the vast depths of power and control
In the dark wells of the silent masses
Look out and see the people bowing and praying
To the false neon gods of so many names
And the few that dare send a draft of warning
Ever lost to the media blasts of entertainment
Centuries of prophets used only as excuse for murder
These new age priests residing in government halls
Do I dare even whisper or the hold to silence
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 8th, 2009
Born and bred to wave the flag,
Red, white and blue meaning more than God.
Just a band playing and a call from the chief,
And they’re ready for another rich man’s war,
You know the folks born silver spoon in hand,
Do you think they help themselves at all.
And who’s door does the taxman come to,
Not theirs to be sure, not theirs,
Folks blinded by star spangled eyes,
Answer freely when they call you down for war,
One day can’t you ask them if you dare
Just how much more can we give?
And they will just answer More! More! More!
Well not me my friends, not me.
I’m done with dancing to their needs and their greed
And if you’ll join me we might make a change.
You see there is no war if no one heeds the call…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 3rd, 2009