Elevate
This music is awesome. I feel like each beat takes me into a different world and when they combine, I fly. Muscle are the physical representation of the amount of negative in our life. Relax, let go, and move in circles as the world spins on its axis..
Observe
I'm sitting on the bench outside of my job and I notice the parking lot is deserted. Somehow this empty lot just exists without civilization. Even though it is man made, is it universally innate because it is an object of matter that is in and of itself. The lot is empty, yet existent. Is the foundation of humanity based on this eternal existence of only trying to find ourselves with nothing. In this case, or maybe in all cases, nothing is everything. I think we begin and end empty. Empty in the sense of a homeostasis that requires a balance in which we do not move neither forwards nor backwards. We birth, and we nourish. We die, and we detach. We are always brought back to the empty shell of our existence delegating that nothing really is everything. As we survive with nothing less than the essence of our being, we strive to achieve what we began with. It is the circle of life, and it moves us all.
About Me
- Taylor Payge
- Long Island, New York, United States
- A beautiful lifestyle. Not the type of beauty that is aesthetically pleasant, but a rare, subtle beauty that possesses an intangible definition.An essence that is so precious, that it ultimately may be misconstrued as a curse. Something so sought after, that its disconnect invokes misunderstanding. A depressive realistic view formed with a positive connotation. Truly, a Diamond in the rough.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Night Life, Literally
Insomnia. The excessive love of emotion, or the maximized fear of the mind? My heart races through out my body and as I drift into an unconscious peace of mind, I awake. My dreams whisper a shadow that is cast by my intuition. The fine line subsides by movement and suddenly I reside in two places at once. An intertwined realm full of confusion that bleeds clarity. Sweet dreams, good morning, such is life.
Monday, April 19, 2010
We Are The Kids Of The Quiet Revolution
" We are the kids of the quiet revolution"
We are the new generation. We listen to house music, we take drugs, we have sex like its going out of style, and you will never catch us in anything but black. We are the new age hippie with an edge, and a wink. We are fighting for a new life style. We party while we think. We see beyond the surface and in to the depths of the real life. We understand that if it does not kill you, then why the fuck not do it? Art has become a lifestyle for us, rather than a mere hobby. We make the most out of everyday, even if it is substance induced. We live with a song in our heart, and our blood runs on the rhythm. We spend every waking second observing and analyzing, yet we remain detached. We see beauty as nothing but intellect. We don't fit in, and we love it. We believe that comfort is the root of all evil and we strive to be uncomfortable. We drink fine wine, but will never refuse a cheap bottle of vodka. We educate by experience, and we work by growth. We believe that when words are used the right way, we are capable of anything. We have no limits, no boundaries. We reside above the others. We spread love, and live to make others feel as good as we do. We are always young, no matter our age. We are the children of the sun. No pretense, no hype, we are who we are, regardless.
We are the new generation. We listen to house music, we take drugs, we have sex like its going out of style, and you will never catch us in anything but black. We are the new age hippie with an edge, and a wink. We are fighting for a new life style. We party while we think. We see beyond the surface and in to the depths of the real life. We understand that if it does not kill you, then why the fuck not do it? Art has become a lifestyle for us, rather than a mere hobby. We make the most out of everyday, even if it is substance induced. We live with a song in our heart, and our blood runs on the rhythm. We spend every waking second observing and analyzing, yet we remain detached. We see beauty as nothing but intellect. We don't fit in, and we love it. We believe that comfort is the root of all evil and we strive to be uncomfortable. We drink fine wine, but will never refuse a cheap bottle of vodka. We educate by experience, and we work by growth. We believe that when words are used the right way, we are capable of anything. We have no limits, no boundaries. We reside above the others. We spread love, and live to make others feel as good as we do. We are always young, no matter our age. We are the children of the sun. No pretense, no hype, we are who we are, regardless.
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Mind Rhymes. The Soul Beats.
The heart bleeds the fire inside
The passion, the desire, the feelings subside
Lives we live with the need to create
We run on the positive until the negative infiltrates
Keep up with the beat as the mind tags along
The soul sings a vibrant song
You can listen to the words if you clear your mind
What took forever to lose, takes longer to find
Sense of self, sense of mind, sense of every emotion
Sense of fight, sense of will, sense of dying devotion
A face upon a crowd, a scream so loud
The world speaks with the inability to conversate
Until we find peace we have chosen to instigate
There is no right or wrong, just personally fulfilled
Satisfaction, a false hope on which we build
Enough is enough when there is nothing left to give
The struggle to live life to the fullest when its hard enough to just live
Breathe in, breathe out, let go.
Creative minds feed the times with the works of their own
Cause its not what you've said but what you feel like you've shown
With the innocence of a child we live easily
Until we struggle and we fight for the ability to breathe
Life lives itself with the common surroundings
Dim on the hidden, spotlight on our foundings
Precautions with the words that we speak daily
These days its a compliment to be deemed as crazy
Shades of the same, yet we expect it to be different
It means nothing to live, unless your heart is in it
You do, you succeed, but remain to hang by a thread
Cause nothing is certain except the knowledge of the dead
Definition brings us comfort with an array of lies
Yet we accept and move on as a product of our demise
A broken record spins as we break on a daily basis
We feel more than we portray with the expression on our faces
My life is a canvas as I'm artistically inclined
The past is persistent as we try to leave it behind
We strive to feel alive as the wounds heal deeply
Nothing is everything if you feel it exceedingly
Mic check, speak aloud so your words are understood
Accomplishment is parallel with doing the best you could
The good thing about breaking is the ability to overcome
With my words, with my rhymes, to life's lyrics, I've succumb.
Consider this my lyrical confession. My heart beats with the souls lie. I defy everything I am when nobodies looking. My words speak the truth. Verbally blind know not of the worlds disposition. If you look at the colors you can see we’re on a mission. The take over, countless days till we blend with the on going trend. Shades come together to make a masterpeace, we live cause we live remembering the deceased. An injection of reality, it is not what it seems but it is everything you expect. Different words, different race, different intellect. The fight to be the best has come to rest. Economically powered comes in first, another curse, money cures the diverse. The medicine for the war outside is triumph. You break and you build.
The passion, the desire, the feelings subside
Lives we live with the need to create
We run on the positive until the negative infiltrates
Keep up with the beat as the mind tags along
The soul sings a vibrant song
You can listen to the words if you clear your mind
What took forever to lose, takes longer to find
Sense of self, sense of mind, sense of every emotion
Sense of fight, sense of will, sense of dying devotion
A face upon a crowd, a scream so loud
The world speaks with the inability to conversate
Until we find peace we have chosen to instigate
There is no right or wrong, just personally fulfilled
Satisfaction, a false hope on which we build
Enough is enough when there is nothing left to give
The struggle to live life to the fullest when its hard enough to just live
Breathe in, breathe out, let go.
Creative minds feed the times with the works of their own
Cause its not what you've said but what you feel like you've shown
With the innocence of a child we live easily
Until we struggle and we fight for the ability to breathe
Life lives itself with the common surroundings
Dim on the hidden, spotlight on our foundings
Precautions with the words that we speak daily
These days its a compliment to be deemed as crazy
Shades of the same, yet we expect it to be different
It means nothing to live, unless your heart is in it
You do, you succeed, but remain to hang by a thread
Cause nothing is certain except the knowledge of the dead
Definition brings us comfort with an array of lies
Yet we accept and move on as a product of our demise
A broken record spins as we break on a daily basis
We feel more than we portray with the expression on our faces
My life is a canvas as I'm artistically inclined
The past is persistent as we try to leave it behind
We strive to feel alive as the wounds heal deeply
Nothing is everything if you feel it exceedingly
Mic check, speak aloud so your words are understood
Accomplishment is parallel with doing the best you could
The good thing about breaking is the ability to overcome
With my words, with my rhymes, to life's lyrics, I've succumb.
Consider this my lyrical confession. My heart beats with the souls lie. I defy everything I am when nobodies looking. My words speak the truth. Verbally blind know not of the worlds disposition. If you look at the colors you can see we’re on a mission. The take over, countless days till we blend with the on going trend. Shades come together to make a masterpeace, we live cause we live remembering the deceased. An injection of reality, it is not what it seems but it is everything you expect. Different words, different race, different intellect. The fight to be the best has come to rest. Economically powered comes in first, another curse, money cures the diverse. The medicine for the war outside is triumph. You break and you build.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Death By Education
I understand that the message for the next generation is, and always will be that attending school will one day lead to a successful lifestyle. On the contrary, dropping out of school, and the use of drugs is highly frowned upon and should be avoided in order to prosper. This idea of life has given definitions to words such as, " genius", "education", "successful", and any thing else that can be specified by its generation. Life has defined us, leading most to take these definitions at face value. I would like to see a society that turns it around and begins to define life, rather than letting life be the ultimate sole definition. School is seen as a necessity because it is how we learn and gain "knowledge." What we learn is then transferred into numbers or letters that will define our future. The intellectual essence of a person is widely viewed as being based upon an individuals academic performance. I personally believe this is a bunch of bullshit. What we take in every second of every day is our knowledge. What we give and receive, influence, and become influenced by, is what truly defines ones intellect. To say that a letter grade is the representation of our understanding of "life" is selling us all short. A genius is not one that receives a GPA of 4.0, rather it is someone who processes his or her surroundings by application. The influential aspect of it all is really what we should be studying and putting our work into. Abiding by the societal norm of sitting in a classroom and learning, in my opinion, is counter productive. If we are being forced to learn, only to receive a good grade, then can you really classify that as learning? I don't think so. Knowledge and growth comes from the desire, the choice, the action, and the result. If it is forced, it is merely just a brain process being carried out. It may be classified under "education," but surely it is not learning. We learn by being, a complex simplicity. How we maintain in every aspect is the real basis of intellect. A genius learns to live in the most beneficial, yet personalized way. Universal becomes introspective, and ultimately, we all are a genius of our kind.
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