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This game Called Life- Ronnie Darko and Crystal Sunshine

- poetry to song- Shot by pain in a game they call this life, often broken again to mend, I feel this knife. Twisting in twisting out, I can not breath, I look setting on my shoulders this is what I see. Another week, another day another, way to say goodbye. That was just a dream for one left in tears and crying, I wish I could lift all of you up, before that too late comes and we are left in the midst with angels crying. Suddenly I feel what I do not will to feel, is it me or you that I must pray for. Suddenly I feel what I do not will to feel, is it me or you that I must pray for. Yet if I will not to feel than how do I feel, so this gift I must take in.. So this gift I must take in... This gift is love this gift has been called hate yet for the pains felt.. Take it away; what do we have but apathetic. I rather feel that pain in that you or me, I can look out of my eyes and this is what I see. Trapped in for that one that closed on, Dignity taken from that you that me in that moment crying. Yet I see that you and in moments mending this was the past,, future the present now. Now Now now. You could be a dream or someone that I once knew, or you could be that you that needs this hand.. I would apologize for this world and its nature to destroy if it would roll back the time and all the mistakes be erased once more. I am not a this or a that or a fable picked out of a magic hat, just a truth in a voice.. (in a voice)- whisp. We will have fallen and cried out to what we wished would come, covered in doubts we didn't have to have often taught by a many or sum. I miss you all as if I was not me, as if I was the sky on a rainy day and the sun came to see, Pick you up hold you up this is a you and a me, Pick you up hold you up, this is a many of many. Angry mobs arguing among a peaceful people, angry mobs with many books for disapproval of people. These eyes saw you as an infant crying, these eyes saw you as an infant crying. I wish I could go back and take the pain away these eyes often are the windows or those gateways. Eternity can exist so say if you shall believe, Hell on earth doesn't have to be.. Yet this is often what they feel.. So they felt... Shot by pain in a game they call this life, often broken again to mend, I feel this knife. Twisting in twisting out, I can not breath, I look setting on my shoulders this is what I see. Another week, another day another, way to say goodbye. That was just a dream for one left in tears and crying, I wish I could lift all of you up, before that too late comes and we are left in the midst with angels crying. I will cry for you if I must the blood shot teas in a room where no one shall see, I will cry for you if I must, the blood shot tears, in a room where no one shall see.. Our time is slow yet it is fast and we are always counting, a mother identifies with her child as that child grows up, I see a little girl I see a little boy. I see angels in disguise.. I see angels in disguise open up your eyes, -- open up your eyes. Shot by pain in a game they call this Life?© - Poetry to song conversion. Ronnie Darko and Crystal Sunshine ‪#‎empathy‬ ‪#‎compassion‬ ‪#‎struggle‬ ‪#‎pain‬ ‪#‎love‬ ‪#‎tears‬ ‪#‎beauty‬ ‪#‎poetry‬ ‪#‎song‬

Love sickened generation -Ronnie Darko and Crystal Sunshine

This world and capital gains, is greed, its not life implemented shame. There is no light in its shade--And so two were left standing, they defeated this corp or rated game-- Love sick -- and so It thundered.... She waits upon a hand, she cries out sleeping in her night. She wills for a better plan; the physical pains many dictate by political Capital hands. The pain keeps on seeping, the pain physical yet soul. To taste a tear drop embrace her, to taste a bit of her soul.. Home is often defined, By the light that shines when the spirit body, is present yet she dreams of a, and it is this man, they both weep and are missing, They cry blood shot the tears shot time.. He dreams of this woman they both weep Blood tears shot time. Sickness seems to go but sickness seems to come; often we are then lost but found.. It could be a remedy that says set me free, It could be a remedy that says let me be.. It could be the careful touch of two souls colliding, they are then a dream. The stance that they take. -- The depth of what it is to, The Stance they will to take. The depth of what it is to, The depth of what it is to take in love.. ---And so the angels cry Love sick , Love sick, Love sick - Love sick.. He tosses and turn remembering then as it was a now, she tosses and turns remembering then as it was now. She carries, he carries this was the past but is a then a now. They become infant bodies and so they then cry out - Love sick Love sick Love sick - love Sick.. He strings his guitar to prepare to teach this world, but often it refuses listen to what it defiles. She sings like an angel on high, and he speaks to her inside there candle is made, so they burn.. so shall the world turn... A system of a down and a system casting frowns; and a many pains they cannot count. A gratefulness for the simple a daughter surely cries. A gratefulness for the simple they come inside. Home, home home... They string there life together they make there heart as one, this again this world only tries to define.. Love sick love sick- Love sick Love sick. The mourning of their morning the mourning of there time. Their bodies made weak often hide... They stand in their dreams and will wish to fight for, that term "They called you,". The awe of all will go think or not; go through.. Love sick love sick love sick love sick.. -- They wait upon the hand, they cry out sleeping, thee morning, mourning nights. They will the better plan, so many dictate by political hands. The pain keeps on seeping, the pain physical yet soul. To taste a tear drop embrace her, to taste a bit of her soul.. Home is often defined, By the light that shines when no one, Seems to be present yet the dream; no longer weeping they stand. Yet, . Often blood shot the tears of time, This..--- Love Sick Love sick -- Love sick..I hear I saw one listening I hear I saw one say "How then can love be denied?". This world and capital gains, is greed is life is shame there is no light in its shade--And so I saw two standing and so I saw ... --- Ronnie Darko and Crystal Sunshine - -Love Sick First draft-©

New songs for new page- Plastic Wrap.

Wishing well, wuz wishing well, through it down by a wishing well..No coin, silver-gold didn't mean thing when we wuz gasping for air, struggling. Rap game, rap game, tired.of plastic, I hear the noise how many reward it. How many in a struggle 2 day shame struggle yesta day yesterday repeats try 2 remain humble? Wanna move forward but the systems won't let you be, green black, white green, green, white, black light blue. How many shame ah hope, "is this you?"Had it beenwe related to be one another shoes, setting on the sideline sing blues. They kill my brother mexicana they kill my brother African man, they kill my sister white or Caucasian media division promoted plan..Rap it in plastic, plastic wrap, suffocate the kill of all, what ever that is man. Nothing but evil, never cared for you, we were catching the tears when we heard the truth. Rotate on radio call it out, call the Beatles-Twist and shout. -Portion of plastic wrap.. Clyde or Jack Baptist Or Ronnie Darko on Platic wrap©

And the news had to say WUT! So who stands up.

Confront the system debunk the system mad wars promote division. Fight the people kill the people separate man made by political steeples. Kill the meek make us poor rob the rich yet rob the poor. Alex Jones, call the Paul. But we are the change shock and all. What is all when all become sheep. What is all when all become sheep. Give it away, sell your self, become a dollar not common to wealth. Be the example, be the fraud, be the one that says he praises god, yet he who shakes his hand with the devil.. Yet he who shakes his hands with the devils. How many fakes run a state. How many fakes now run a state huh. Promote war, kill the peace, continue the onslaught in the middle east. Isis crisis Isis crisis what to do with an Isis Crisis pit a people against a people not a authentic faith but again capital steeples. Muslim brothers Christian brothers, The truth of the hidden hand will protect one to the other. Like Kanye said- Jesus Walks Like Kanye said Jesus walks. Often hard to hear the truth on a common radio station most of it seems to be a constant rotation not to hate or debate on the music you listen to, but half of its re written and perfectly auto Tuned. huh,.. -- Most of us in our own studios today half of our belongings we had to pawn away- Most of us in our own studios today half of our belongings we had to pawn away- Big Pharma need meds in pain more dead. Big Pharma need meds in pain more dead. Confront the system debunk the system mad wars promote division. Fight the people kill the people separate man made by political Steeples. Kill the meek makd us poor rob the rich yet rob the poor. Alex Jones call the Pauls. But we are the change Shock and All- -song- Shock and All© Ronnie Darko and Crystal Sunshine -concept came and it felt like a bit of the rebels . https://www.facebook.com/newbonnieandclyde

New project Vid with the amazing Crystal Sunshine-

This video depicts the struggle of two waiting for one another in deep love yet also stance as creators looking upon through the sky before the rain came before the sun crossed with the rain. It is intense. Vivid and mixed mastered by my fiancee Crystal Sunshine. Vocals and song written by Crystal Sunshine and Ronnie Darko-- Vid- http://youtu.be/YBxQxE7b3wg?list=UUlQPAJVv9D3uioKs38npU8g

We turn on the news and wut! New project.

Starting a new project with lyrical genius Crystal Sunshine, as we will portray a Modern Day Bonnie And Clyde. This depiction is nonfiction in essence, yet there will be fictional depictions. How many of you are sick and tired of being sick and tired and depraved of what you fought for, or being denied the right to love or seek out love and find it. Denial of all things that seem to benefit you as a citizen, a human being. We will speak on our experiences in regards to our wars and wars that we are facing Globally adding a fictional spin yet non fiction in regards to this establishment or this, that or the other, - This is just in its beginnings yet I see it doing well as many that I have spoke to do not feel so very optimistic about the future in regards to what we are seeing globally with the many wars, crisis etc. So to give you something to dance to to bounce to, metal, hip hop, alternative, harmonic, Doom etc we will depict many things. Those many things you may want to say but may fear or may not be able to say we will say for you.. As we progress into a new year it is coming I see more music as I have seen years ago as revolution form coming.. Stance.. I will not back down just as I remember Chuck D stating I shall not be moved. -- I bring you https://www.facebook.com/newbonnieandclyde We are what we are in love but also on fire to speak truth.. Ronnie Darko aka Ronald L Jackson Ronald JackBaptist.

Example of what was spoken on The Confusion That Often Comes.

This is an example the idea is there but as an artist, movement was fast so what to do? Come back and edit as ideas come- The blog The Confusion that Comes Explains this. --- Wuts on my mind often I ask, look for the good =s see through the bad. Creation division vampires don't get me mad. I am a young lion and often world makes lamb, not afraid like M said Had.- More like Mike on the moon singing song =s Bad. -Moon walk around thy enemy equates fast, modest 2 honest, for a brother that passed. Not had matter had it been Ye5ter or day. I see the the triumph I see through the pain, These eyes become windows, unbreakable glass is n pain. - Always battling in d infinite struggle, this is written for the sake of love humble not fame. In a boxing ring against giants equals "Trouble". Use intelligence to see through the fog smog- Fog lights infinite recharge, so their always on. Not to become a rope in a little tug of war battle- Be a peace keeping patriot stand up fighter - guided by the spirit no question on what for. - Seeing from the birds- "I"eyeview, ran math conclude- 1+1 does not always equal two. More like one that then becomes a radiant body shining like the sun on a day =s true clear sky, perfect blue. Diving deep in a sea =s true. Carrying for made victims by a system that just -maybe you. Not a rap writer but I think I can, little engine that could more like the engine that would. - I love love so I am what I am. - Test come test go winds change yet often blow, change comes on time 1 2 3 and seconds tick time. Time gone and reflection=s that u or me. Writing a song as it writes it self, life is precious so taking a stand man for well. Write when the well is dry, water comes we on a mountain looking forward sky high.--- meaning= Condolences for all that lost a loved one, yet ya still mourning that loved ones loss for the memories seen saw and keep with you. It could be a brother sister child or mother, on relative to what we feel we feel for one another. -- Test comes test go, often hard to let go. Tests come winds blow, change comes embrace love. -- Working on this one - For all that love have loss a loved one rather it be on the battlefield be it a battle field overseas or that spiritual battlefield. Often the struggle is within, to find a many that will hold you up to the best of their ability without malice or grudge yet by the eternal non measurable love. Test Come Test Go©- Peace Ronald L Jackson - Thinking of so many right now and the importance you play in this motivational film called life.

The confusion that often comes when....

As artist often we will had stayed up 18 hours to 24 to get our accomplishments written or for say artwork edited to what we see or think is that of perfection. Often our well will had seem to had run dry, as if we were walking on dry land searching for water. Rushing fast as if we were near death. This fast paced mode that often has us clinging to cliffs, can distort are ability as often we then will compare our work with an industry standard, this that or the other. Often we can take a trip to FaceBook, YouTube, Google Plus, etc and feel lost as if we were at sea in an infinite competition. Errors often will be made frustrations will then come. As frustrations come, aggravation can also come. As aggravation comes the feeling of not going forward or moving then can come. Often this confusion in writing a song or what ever work of art involved in then requires a breathe of air. A release from pressures of what an industry ask of that you or me. Remember Music and art are universal languages, throughout history we have seen new forms in older forms repeating. This often equals creativity should it be a mathematical equation. We are in a movement, as an artist over and over meeting new artist and often regardless of genre we carry each other in different ways painted in different shades. Challenged again by repeat standards. The creator paints the trees the sky and the reason why... Shall one choose to adopt that believe then where is that standard you become that standard. That is the power of the word YOU. Remember this often when pressured in moving too fast moderation, as artist to artist often asking or simply being kind will gift you results. To listen and then let go of what was considered or being considered a standard enhances creativity.. Thus what distorts self then dis solves and the solution becomes clear. Teams form, Feats come together creativity is then enhanced. Often flipping off your television or not allowing a many challenge ideals for intimidation factor or for sake of envy then releases more of what is inside of you. Creativity. - Peace Ronald L Jackson - Ronald L JackBaptist. Peace be with you in all your works. www.reverbantion.com/everythingmanband

The Revolution and The Rise of New and Older Bands.

For far to long many who operate within the music industry have increasingly made it more difficult to be the original, than any point in history. The Revolution, "I call it", is many artist who live for what is music. Music has been censored and trends created by what controls Mainstream music. Because of this, many of what could be or would be are not heard. Many who are that John Lennon like, that Kurt Cobain type, that super star often do not see the success they should because of this system. In essence, this a way to control many, from hearing the many great truths in shades; and is "this not a defiling art when we think about it?". Many truths need to be heard and are not being heard because of the nature of politics and how tainted this nature has become. I could give many examples; "Would the examples be that of a debate?" Music is the conduit that can reach from here to there and in this Revolution Music again will be heard and not censored by those who deny not only the artist but human beings Freedom! My message held in this conduit called music will talk in depth about what has been hidden, what we should be aware of. This is not a game, music is a language it connects us all; and by no means will it ever be controlled! As we continue all of us in this great time; as it appears to many as an oppression age, "The Many will stand and the many will confound the ear that refuses to accept this great truth. As truth always finds its way through that of freedom. So let it be the great revolution now taking place and will continue and grow as it is in such a way not even one will be able to defeat This Revolution. I am currently working on many project that will light an wick to the invisible Reconstruction as we all who live for this music will prevail. The album will include only a few of what I have published here. It will be mastered in such a way with faith I will say this, "It will be a Revolution in it self; this is not of arrogance nor is it modest it is the Truth..".. Peace to all of the greats that set the stage for us all. For those who are alive now on Earth or have left this world some time ago. As they are like the founding fathers of what it is to be the harmony that music is. - Ronald Jackson A.K.A. Jack Baptist, DJ Insane Crazy Ace, which adds up to altar egos; meaning Altar Ego.