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"Beyond?" The Theory of the Madmen -

As media magnifies tension, racial division war against creeds and blames sub categories of religion. As mad men rule as the politician, shaking hands in meetings not seen soliciting the division. As the ideal of love is made into a concept, shackling those who live in prisons of the mind. Our hearts are made weary manic or saddened, depressed. Oppressed, must we, we must remember that what we are; what lives in us will go on. Shall we allow the negatives to overwhelm the positives in which we grew into; we shall fall. Shall we fall for this Mad Man game, we then lose in this shamed game made to frame us, what is love then becomes the defeat. Understanding from a view point that is far beyond man and law, is the difficulty. It could be simple unlike what many write, yet this world is crumbling, with its abusive usage programs made mad by the maddening of Man. Thus how many will fall or fail, thus crumbling with it. It gives its prisons, reason to prison its hospitals reason to take us in and keep us and stamp a label on our heads, often preparing death for death beds, "Is this pecimism?". Often we must let go of this world and hold on to what we were born, to dream to become. This is the challenge that impacts us all, in some shape way or form.. Shall we endure and balance one another each day, if we see beyond what is blurry or what wills to blur us we then prevail in our understandings, and misunderstandings. We will feel betrayed, often be blamed for things we had never ever took part in. Understanding this before it happens and not being what deceives all for a game of pleasure for a life that is made short is a key.. Shall we grasp this we will take steps ahead, fear is often made into a weapon many wield by instant reactionary perception, rather than response. Tomorrow, when we wake; shall we wake, "would it be better to have woke without the hate this world wishes us to feel for the sake of fall or in pain?". Why can't we wake knowing the last things we had spoken of and said were of peace and love?" rather made into object or subject.. That is what will be proposed to us all in our last tomorrow. - "Beyond?" The theory of the Madmen©. - Ronald L Jackson-

The Valley- #topic Who said we could not write where we??

#songwriting ------ Pay respect where respect is due, do ah did he did he dum did he do. Well I did, and was wishing well, by my wishing well tossing, coins down to wish a brother well a sister to, not born of blood, we relate well and then become. No strategy to this game not to live for fame, not to spotlight or shame but to live to play. Play thy song cus thy song is thy write, speak in new Language humble modesty. No take away, no hate, no time left to debate, like a shooting star a "who we are imagine yet wait." Time tics tic toc toc tic toc time tic. No time for mind games, or to waste away sick. Or be sick on a slang term, that means Wut that is a word for what is real and what is good, with a hood not to say in a hood but with a hoodie on, and in Stealth mode even Stoya ran Stealth when not portrayed as logo. So oh no this flow automatic yo yo, up and down left or right often lost overnight, no direction yet there is direction. Being directing that is direction, Pearl and a Jam said Yield, walking in the dark chaos yet holy is the feel or what it is to be in the field this isn't a game, but if they made it, already then had been played no shaming the other, this that the other + on b and that equals brother I hear a beat, I hear sound, rushing like august going up often means coming down. On the downside things often fall and often we shock them all rise up like Jesus, walk with me, no stones thrown and anyone love is to believe and have hope in the fact that this isn't and act, no time to force feed and half truths laid back. Often comatose while making a toast to celebrate the, and what event was this or that when we got lost in the, holy field or Evander walking in the Valley and that was the shadow of death, often near but not so clear. To take it for granted life when birth, there is lack in cheer, no game to this lyric if there was one we hear it, no left no right confusion topples overnight, coma no toast to celebrate the Walking in the shadows and that was The Valley. - So really who said we could not write where we like. Should a song come to mind as a song writer artist etc, then write it. Would that be a wrong when one is writing a right.. Peace. Ronald L Jackson - 

Solitary They Confine-Ronald L Jackson-Crystal Sunshine feat

Reasons come and reasons go let these walls fall down. Shall a man wear a crown or be of what is royal. How can he be of what is royal if he built the walls that fell down. Often a vibration shall come and it feels like a hatred in form unseen. I say to myself why then do I feel this sick feeling as if it is something else or someone is wishing me death. This is often a dream or a nightmare, "Thus hey wake up shaking.". A criminal that is unseen or wills not to be seen; yet this is often a frame of mind. Techniques; monarch minds, or in prisons solitary they confine. Playing the harmonica today yet it spun like time and fine wine that was not as fine. Time fades away and this echoes in its eternity, eternally. Life is short time tics we fade. I rise she cries, again a hand wipes the tears from her eyes. I am free in what I wish to be, and she is locked in pergatory this could be an act or a play, or fiction or nonfiction. Some what like a cruse for a fiction but I see a cross. Thus I bare it for her, the devisive tries me in dreams I stand fighting walking on water this is the deep and blue is my sea sirens sound they do not make for fear in me. These writings will never be made history. Not one can debate what is made knowledge one can try yet in doing so has no way of paying homage. For lack of respect and honor became a theme these hands saved lives but they are often unseen. Infinite enemy can never be the end of me, the wise man is humble the enemy then crumbles for your walls fall, beneath you set, your rage is outragous and I am lit with a kind wave of saying goodbye what can challenge truth but a lie.-- -- For the enemy often plays Russian rules and forgets I am not your bullet but you became it; yet the trigger popped Hypothetical and the enemy was not focusing while aiming......#supernova #Americana #Superb #WorkofArt #Stance #Universal #Revolution ©Ronnie Darko Crystal Sunshine

Shot by pain in a game they call this 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 #You

-Letters in the pains of Patience-

Pain, peering out these windows of pains. Heart shape tat on the back, the world of Pharma distress a c o l o gee; a knife implanted. The blues play, I hear a sax I hear a piano, we are often at war when we know not. Modern day Bonnie, modern Day Clyde; writing the music as we wait it out in time. This world has us shackled we laugh and we cry. Turn on the the tv, months shot by. Ebloa, war, sickness war. Angels cry we will to here no more. Trumpets sound, movements are made, we are starved but again we make. What we had made is what we were or are. Moments pass us by, what is a moment when it is no longer time. Perpetual bliss had, been had, so it has. Echoing in eternity's grand scheme of all things, Reliving the lives of many. On earth many heavens, count down... Ball drops, a new year, Blue skies grey fog clears. Where are we now, a letter is written a song then is played. Concept of how to play,, but concept it lost is Cre A Tiv I TEE. So we fall down getting there, yet we get back up, the stress of our living in situations we cannot explain; a punch to the gut??..?.. Fall asleep; preparing strength is being made, hard to go on but the saxophone plays. I here a Hallelujah I hear it in many ways. I hear a thank you from another; that other said this in a different way. The world spit down our neck division became the religion, we fought long and hard so there was no more division; not among us nor among many, lost sheep here and there we were no longer lost. This is the future now but then was a now, yet proceeding as the notes counted past three. -- Letters of pain in patience as the world takes us for a spin, confusion is illusion and so love comes and ideals can not break in.. So I heard a Piano echoing.. Ronnie Darko And Crystal Sunshine. -- Letters in the pains of patience..©

Grey Sky Named Gray

Twenty eight miles away she falls into her concept of love again. It is subject and object to the abuse she had lived in her past now present tense now. Her future declared her pain for that which she chose. By choice to choose the lesser, subconsciously unaware. Her pains tucked behind her window pains, she could not proclaim to many. For purgatory seem to be a place on earth, she loved and wanted, yet the envy and jealousy of what she desired came back to haunt her. She lived many miles away yet not far from a you nor me. Struggling walking a tight rope, the carnival appears; and artisan, many trades many shades, many pains clouded haze. What was love but what she knew she could have and would have, yet a many said this was not love; a crowd pleasing act then came. Yet, this was not her nor was it the man wearing like shoes. Thus the world used a divisive tactic to pull two as one a way and this was a truth that defined, now then, tomorrow, yesterday. Time passes many departed a few remained; empathy poured tears rain like skies blue, yet grey, named gray. So shall the embrace come no longer departed from a truth neglected or made decisive by many rather than self of two or a few with like minds. Ronald L.Jackson Grey Sky named Gray . © Ronald L Jackson #poetry #song #reverbnation 

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