The Peace Mind

I think that it is easy to be at peace. I take all the problems of the world and I break them down to their roots. I see what concepts are causing the destruction and I put the opposite concept in place so that the situation can be constructive. After doing this a few times, it becomes easy because there are not many fundamental concepts. Justice opposes injustice, Empathy opposes indifference, Unity opposes division, Freedom opposes slavery, Equality of chance opposes hierarchy, Creativity opposes stagnation. I always choose the constructive concept no matter what it may cost me physically. I know that this physical world is only a consequence of the non physical, so I like spending more time in the non physical world, the world of mind. Where other people see death as the end, I see it as an end. In other words death can be an ascension if I stay in the living concepts more often. The ultimate power comes when I am 100% in life concepts. This is the only thing worth growing towards. Everything else is minor. KEEP THINKING!  

Driving The Body

Once I knew I was energy animating this body, I became responsible about how I drive this body. I am in a black male body, so I am under constant attack by everyone. I have to get through the attacks from other black people. Many of them are layered in mental illness. I also have to convince other ethnic groups that I am not layered in the same mental illnesses as my physical brothers and sisters. I have to convince other ethnic people each time I see them because I could slip into the mental illness gang at any time. The more I grow as a non physical being, the more restrictions are put on my physical self. Black men are only seen as brutes, servants, or comic relief. I fit into none of these categories, so I am out here - free. Freedom is good for me, but physical bodies need groups to accomplish large actions. So I spend time trying to convince others that their real selves, animating energy, should be the driving force for all of their decisions. It is a hard sell, but what else can I do? I will eventually achieve ultimate freedom by leaving this body and that is when all will be completely well. KEEP THINKING!  

Heavy Skinded by Tim Conerson 2014

I'm a real good writer
But my people don't wanna read
I'm a real good thinker
But their brains have atrophied

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power

I want more consciousness
Our manhood says be brutal
I want to hang with my brothers
Our manhood says shoot 'em

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power

I want you to pick your skin up
So I don't have to drag mine
Get your melanin right
Then we'll all be fine

I'm so heavy skinded
Carrying around a tower
I'm gonna need more muscles
I'm gonna need more power
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Grind By Tim Conerson 2014

Let's not go back to your place
We got time to do more
Let me stare at your face
We got time to adore

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

Let's stroll a little while longer
It's such a nice day with you
Let's walk and talk
Right now it's just us two

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

When we get to your door
I'm gonna kiss and say goodnight
I'll call you when I get home
We'll talk until the sunlight

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm
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Not Man Enough By Tim Conerson 2014

I don't hug hard enough
I don't kiss wet enough
I don't hold hands soft enough
I don't whisper sweet enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't like enough
I don't love enough
I don't give enough
I don't want enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't say thanks enough
I don't caress enough
I don't dare enough
I don't sing songs enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

Break Up By Tim Conerson (2014)

We had good years together
Now we drifted apart
My art could not sustain me
And high rents broke our hearts

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

Love is still here between us
But love has no value no more
Not in this world of dollars
Our hearts no longer soar

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

We talk and talk and talk more
We hug and kiss and care
But it makes no difference
'Cause our hearts are rubbed bare

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed
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What Happened By Tim Conerson 2014

We used to hold hands
We used to caress each other
We used to stare into our eyes
We used to back up one another

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to know each other
We used to share sugar and milk
We used to talk together
We used to trade cotton and silk

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to welcome strangers
We used to know near and far
We used to love our moon time
We used to know the stars

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear
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