Sometimes I have one of those weeks when almost everything seems to go wrong and there is nothing I can do about it. This seems to be one of those weeks. What’s my remedy?…Music. I put this mix together so I have something to cheer me up and help me relax. This is a nice mellow groovy collection of songs. Nothing too bloopy, bass-y, or heavy, is involved with this one. Hope it helps you relax like it helps me.
I have to keep looking forward down the road…I can barely see right in front of me. There is nothing but darkness and the smell of fresh foliage with rain. The constant rhythm from progressive techno maintains the beats from my heart. I can’t see in front of myself. My journey inward begins swiftly. Coasting along the river of life, so I thought. I don’t understand my extremely forgiving nature. Love disguised as a sleeping beauty unleashes it’s blind wrath. Destroying every plan and goal; all achievements; all of everything. I’ve got to stare forward. Danger comes close when I’m not paying attention. Reality shows it’s presence. Fooled by irrelevant games. Strange habits keep me going like a rabbit. Dodging danger, no stranger to being abused; confused with no direction. Sacrificing the igniting flame, the blame game tames the fame. Inclined to remain in the same frame of mind, discovering the abuse that maintains it’s use in the wheel of time. Blind to reality out of fear of individuality. Unfortunately, the consequences make null my defenses. Forgetting the importance of listless talents. My solace is the eventual. Being stupid to Cupid’s arrow make narrow the advances in life. Keeping my legs moving is conducive to approaching the light at the end of the tunnel. Eventually, the trauma will disperse through a funnel leading to oblivion. I refuse to be a mere carcass of carrion marinading in Stygian forces. The darkness leaves only me. I have the power to ignite the light to shine through the goo surrounding my being. Seeing the weaknesses in the defenses deployed, annoys the shadow of destruction. I function with selfless wit. Here comes the clearing, the journey is nearing it’s end. I blend into the environment, although my energy is nearly spent. I spit away from the wind and continue to advance because of the black pants. Uphill battles lie ahead in the dead of night. Sweat cools the distraught thoughts lingering in the depths of self. Broken glass resembling the shattered plans disassembled a year ago. Damn, I’m always there…keep blood pumping, circulation at a constant rate. To date, this fate makes me contemplate sanity. Profanity is always there. Turning right here are lights flashing past like the days. Open the door and put away the introspection for a later date.by DJ Odawa
After reading this article, I was filled with mixed emotions. It is nice that there has been research done to figure out ways to create energy from the natural world. Indigenous people have done well without it, but it just sounds better to know that resources like water can be even more beneficial to homo sapien sapiens. I was thinking that this was a move in the right direction.
The other side of the situation wasn’t so well received. The whole dam thing is a highly sensitive subject. The positive aspect of them is that there is power being provided to thousands of homes. The negative effect is that thousands of indigenous tribes are going to have to relocate or die. This brings up the conflict over China’s dam on the Yangtze River, and also Brazil’s dam on the Xingu River. I just don’t understand the long term damage to the environment that business is willing to induce. Another factor is the life that the natives have lived in those areas for hundreds of years will soon come to a close. Being tossed off of the land that has been in their society forever would not sit well with me.
Soooooo, once the thoughts and condolences for the tribesmen and women dissipated, I was brought back to my senses at the end of the first article. Which is probably the reason why I am posting this right now. I was tackled by awe and lust when I thought about a 75 pound chunk of bacon. I must have this bacon and share it with my stomach. I can only imagine…by DJ Odawa
Broken and out of order; shorter breaths and a shot of stress. Useless emotion overflowing and showing the rise of depression..suicidal repression. Two blessings of simple things bring enlightenment upon human being. Once vice is for life no matter the sight beyond. The other could be gone depending on the song that plays; which dj’s the overlay of dismay. One way to bliss; decisions shift as the termagant mendaciously persists. Forming lists of ephemeral memories haplessly carried off by malefic factoids. Androids elucidate the fated state; impossible to mitigate cognitive rape. The swarthy hate contained by the other plane maimed the same wavelength that endured the pain from repetitive slaying. Insane nescient returns cancel flight from the blight and quells what might have excited and delighted…Life.by DJ Odawa
Word play, verb slay, minds stay in harm’s way. Green trees tilt in the breeze. Permafrost chops off lives inside the lines. Brain washed all about high cost, souls lost; gray and dry, the sky trine shock the think-nots. The plot won’t stop until the truth is forgot. Apples rot in tainted pots of snot. Fish flop out of water, lungs slaughtered breathing harder. Frantic antics pop static attics in battle chances. Star lancers pierce ya mattress at dawn; the fawn tramples the gong. The wrong thong can crush the balls. Physicals fall in the brawl against snake. Cobra strikes the fake and wake earthquakes that spread across 50 states. The fate awaits the traits of intergalactic plates. The big bang slang a reign of pain in acid rain the game flames every 10 frames. No pause because the cause post flaws to raw for hardcore jaws, get the gauze; injuries at large. Medium sized small claws rip astronomical areas, at the same time, one rhyme mutates the enzymes to malaria. Complete hysteria; road travel in shadows cut the babble at high levels; the treble crumple the simple ripple in dimples the issues official. No missiles, just break opponents like tissue; can’t miss you, just look for doo-doo, soft winnie the pooh type crews incinerated by jewels. Infuse the rules; abused you lose. No shoes could choose the path of blood pools, yet its been done.by DJ Odawa
Existing through time as a shadow of a man, life cycles, circling like a fan drifting on a breeze slightly different than the one previously acting like me, or vice versa. Just a verse of subconscious knowledge, self taught; slightly paid for college. The enlightened edge of an indigenous, aboriginal mage; mystical ways , more intricate than a bible page; interstellar winds sway souls to take control of the paths leading to the good and the bad. The equilibrium has to last, otherwise thats your last chance to advance to the advanced form of lifeforms born just to be torn apart by personal brain sparks creating electricity eventually becoming a thought, leading to a path seen clearly only by the being until time stops.by DJ Odawa