There are no zombies, just our own fears

There are no zombies, just our own fears

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If someone would control you
They'd need you to fear
Need you to crave protection
To want protection by those of power and secrets
Truth is they just creates scenarios to take you there
Fearfull, hopeless
Echoes only
Echoes that'll soon die out
There are no need for fear
No need for control
No need for us to be governed from the outside
Secret societies
Crooked politicans
Flawed religions
Neighborhood bullies
Clinging on to their power like bloodsucking insects
Just their way to get through
They do not know better
Soon they will
We are the power
We are the new and ancient wave
A wave of truth and power
A wave inside out
Feel it
Think it
Be it
There are no room for lies and schemes no more
Love has become free of fear
Power, compassion and purpose have joined
There are no match
There are no war
There are no way of stopping the way

There are only the truth in your heart
One

Am I the only one that actually wants a zombie apocalypse to happen?
Society has killed all adventure, and a zombie apocalypse kills society and brings adventure.
But I guess it's just me and the other adrenaline junkies.

reply to post by ssupp

Society has killed all adventure,

It has.

Originally posted by ssupp
Am I the only one that actually wants a zombie apocalypse to happen?
Society has killed all adventure, and a zombie apocalypse kills society and brings adventure.
But I guess it's just me and the other adrenaline junkies.

Nope...
Somehow we all want change
The system has us locked within the hamster wheel, so that even a zombie apocalypse sounds like a relief
Our heart, soul and spirit are fed up with all those routines going nowhere, all that hopelessness and fear induced into the collective...
The media gives us a little fear and some hope from time to time to keep us almost happy, so that we might forget just a little longer how powerfull and deep we truly are...

Lots of love to you, friend

Originally posted by Germanicus
reply to post by ssupp

 

Society has killed all adventure,

It has.

Agreed!!!
We'll bring it back
By the power, light and love that flows freely from within, when we let it
We will be the force that breaks the ice

Love to you

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Wow,you are a nice fella. You dont belong on ATS

We are hunters hey. We are missing something.

Love back buddy

Originally posted by Germanicus
reply to post by laffoe

 

Wow,you are a nice fella. You dont belong on ATS

We are hunters hey. We are missing something.

Love back buddy

Indeed we are hunters and warriors
Poets and lovers
We need to break free...
Or rather...
We need to break into who we really are, out of the programming of being nice willing slaves
This is our life
We have chosen to come here
For a reason
Together we will remember
Together we will act
Make that change
Bring reason, love and purpose back
That's how we rock!

Don't you feel the zombie love?
stay on the line 'til the brain is numb
drinking the poison that fills the well
television stories, our weaving of hell
And reality speaks with so much noise
in all we used to Know in Bliss
the veils of time cover,
our Memory sleeps

No longer as babes, yet with them
in the Places yet unseen
now without Room, without silence still
just pass me now this weightless pill
another stone to carry
as misery drifts closer to the cliff
to this fall, to my retreat
and used to this hell,
I have made it my home
in unrest upon a jagged edge
still sifting through this wreckage bed
I have made of my hand and my heart
can you feel it, the zombie love?

Originally posted by PrimeLight
don't you feel the zombie love?
stay on the phone til the brain is numb
drinking the poison that fills the well
television stories, our weaving of hell
and reality speaks with so much noise
with that we used to know in bliss
now ignored and forgetten
not babes and with them
no room for silence
The Place that used to be
now pass me my pill
and another stone to carry
misery drifts closer to the cliff
I am used to the hell
I make it my home
in unrest upon a jagged edge
sifting through this wreckage bed
it is made of my hand and my heart
can you feel it, the zombie love?

edit on 29-5-2012 by PrimeLight because: (no reason given)

Deeply poetic and beautiful
Thanks for sharing

Love to you

reply to post by laffoe

I appreciated your prose and you inspired my own.

Much Love and thanks in return

reply to post by PrimeLight


You have a way of weaving an entire reality out of your words. Beautifully written PrimeLight.