#between bars

[williammarksommer]

Between Bars

California

All The Time In The World

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[mermenculture2]

I Sing Sad songs to myself,

As an act of self soothing. For I know how i feel. I understand. I‘m there for me when nowone else is.

[myastrouniverse]

March/2025🌗♒️I’m not high.

🌗🔺 ♅︎ The wealthy elite believe they are ‘high’ and the poor take drugs to get ‘high’. Both are LOW. The middle class, whom WORK, are SERVANTS to the people they LOVE and SLAVES to their employers they HATE. (That is what it means to be between bars.) If only the wealthy elite could release themselves from the snares of their own EGO and give their ‘highness’ to GOD. If only the poor could release themselves from the false reality their drugs trap their minds inside and let GOD guide them out of hell. Perhaps those in the MIDDLE could be free to work on themselves, rather than live crushed between servitude and slavery. EMPTY YOUR CUP and fill it with GOD. That is the purpose of prayer and meditation. GOD leads me to walk in the paths of righteousness for his names sake. I wish my path wasn’t so narrow and lonely. Perhaps if the ‘high’ humbled themselves, the ‘low’ might have a REAL chance to resurrect themselves from zombie land. WE ARE HERE TO LEARN THE LESSONS OF LIFE AND LOVE UNDER THE WILL OF GOD. We are NOT here to be controlled by the FALSE GOD of billionaire’s inflated fucking EGOS.

♀️🔺🦚 I dreamed I kissed you over and over again, under a waterfall, until I washed you away. 💖

🌗 ☸︎ ☊ Elliott’s mother was living in the concentration camp with me. She taped a picture of Elliott with his lips puckered for a kiss outside her door, until the guards took it down and threw it away. I drew her a picture of a hawk with a gold star clutched in its talons, flying above a forest. She taped it outside her door to replace the photo that was torn down. We couldn’t talk to each other, it was too dangerous, but we understood without saying anything, anyway. I kept seeing Elliott’s ghost sitting outside her door. I suppose we are both trapped between our love and hate for him. They were poisoning her mind with drugs. She has to use a walker. I was spitting their poison out every chance I got. It saved me from being lobotomized. I would not have made it out, otherwise. She is still there, kept like a zombie and it fucking breaks my heart. I can’t save her. I can’t save me. I’m always trapped between love and hate.

🌗 ☸︎ ♆︎ What false reality are YOU living in?

🌗 < ♃︎ I don’t have any great expectations.

🌞 ☌ ☿︎ If only we could talk about our REAL reality.

🌗 ☌ ♇︎ I wish the weight of the world wasn’t so heavy.

Elliott Smith - Between Bars

The Death and the Maiden (1915, Oil on canvas), by Egon Schiele

[luckythings]

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Drink up one more time And I'll make you mine Keep you apart, Deep in my heart Separate from the rest, Where I like you the best And keep the things you forgot.

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[i-am-blessed-i-am]

ah this song is so emotionally touching! and it means so much to me i can't even explain....

"Between The Bars"

Drink up baby, stay up all night With the things you could do You won't but you might The potential you'll be that you'll never see The promises you'll only make Drink up with me now And forget all about the pressure of days Do what I say and I'll make you okay And drive them away The images stuck in your head The people you you've been before That you don't want around around anymore That push and shove and won't bend to your will I'll keep them still Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air Waiting to finally be caught Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine Keep you apart, deep in my heart Separate from the rest, where I like you the best And keep the things you forgot The people you've been before That you don't want around anymore That push and shove and won't bend to your will I'll keep them still