Up to date, I'd say "When the fuck are we?"
Does it even matter any more?
I want to know what would cause the biggest disruption.
What would send souls searching for solace?
I have time as my platform, and a wave of potentialities
rippling from my fingertips. Let's see what happens.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Same ol' song, changing it's tune with the times
Established deceitful system of wrongfully intentioned
infiltrators of a should-be Just government.
They dangle marijuana in front of our faces,
and then when we reach for it, they say NO,
you can't make choices for yourself,
you must go to jail for thinking otherwise.
But I see the day, when we wake up,
and we dangle the power from the people
in front of these dark suited individuals,
and when they reach out for our Compliance, we say NO,
you cannot take control of the world as a self-made god,
you must have been foolish to think you could go on
turning OUR opinions into distant echoes behind "Official" information.
infiltrators of a should-be Just government.
They dangle marijuana in front of our faces,
and then when we reach for it, they say NO,
you can't make choices for yourself,
you must go to jail for thinking otherwise.
But I see the day, when we wake up,
and we dangle the power from the people
in front of these dark suited individuals,
and when they reach out for our Compliance, we say NO,
you cannot take control of the world as a self-made god,
you must have been foolish to think you could go on
turning OUR opinions into distant echoes behind "Official" information.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Did you ever get fed up? I said “I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?"
title credit to JD Salinger
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anyway..
When in the course, of the only life one knows,
there lies the answer to your greatest question.
Snuck into the fabric of time, and space,
so that patience alone, is the key to solving that riddle.
My questioning of existential perception, has varied
over the spread of my waking life. As the unknown becomes
known, and right back to a greater unknown. The depth that
comes with utilizing all four accessible dimensions is a vast
field of potential that I rarely see people in control of.
Outward, outward, forever the answer must be out there.
But really? Maybe in the uncharted forests, but you will not
find answers in established society. For the "answers" from
your computer screen and television, are failing to produce
local action. Failing to produce ANY real action.
Take your dusty bikes out of the garage.
Plant some tomatoes in your back yard, and tend to them.
Gather 5 friends and protest the nearest Wal-mart,
I doubt the local businesses would mind.
I'm not sure who killed the electric car,
nor can I prove that Kennedy didn't want his vision to die along with him.
I don't want to see the world fail at collaborating, just because
we feel like our force cannot escape from the web of a system
of which we've become trapped and intertwined in.
Human race, at once, synonymous with the egoistic based
society of which we fail to shed the skin of, time and time again.
I'll enjoy nonetheless, all that comes with having my own mind,
regardless of whatever tomorrow brings.
-----------------------------
anyway..
When in the course, of the only life one knows,
there lies the answer to your greatest question.
Snuck into the fabric of time, and space,
so that patience alone, is the key to solving that riddle.
My questioning of existential perception, has varied
over the spread of my waking life. As the unknown becomes
known, and right back to a greater unknown. The depth that
comes with utilizing all four accessible dimensions is a vast
field of potential that I rarely see people in control of.
Outward, outward, forever the answer must be out there.
But really? Maybe in the uncharted forests, but you will not
find answers in established society. For the "answers" from
your computer screen and television, are failing to produce
local action. Failing to produce ANY real action.
Take your dusty bikes out of the garage.
Plant some tomatoes in your back yard, and tend to them.
Gather 5 friends and protest the nearest Wal-mart,
I doubt the local businesses would mind.
I'm not sure who killed the electric car,
nor can I prove that Kennedy didn't want his vision to die along with him.
I don't want to see the world fail at collaborating, just because
we feel like our force cannot escape from the web of a system
of which we've become trapped and intertwined in.
Human race, at once, synonymous with the egoistic based
society of which we fail to shed the skin of, time and time again.
I'll enjoy nonetheless, all that comes with having my own mind,
regardless of whatever tomorrow brings.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Titles deceive (like my previous one) but substance achieves
Type a type of flowing form,
meanings full of something warm.
Black and white show on the screen,
but can I write the color green?
I could describe an overly,
enthusiastic snake.
Or maybe a teenager leaf, not yet ready,
for the pallbearer's rake.
Would you know what I call yellow?
In a crowded street, it's all that is mellow.
It's the alley-cat king, atop it's trashcan throne.
It's the fresh graffiti, source unknown.
Is it worth all of your consumer distractions,
to miss out on the colors, of untapped interactions?
The negro jazz man, playing "Come Together"
in the subway as we sing-a-long,
to avoid what was dark and frigid November weather.
He accepted a large bag of chips, for donation,
and said "you must be purple, just like me,
cause I sure as hell don't see no caucasian."
"Underneath" I realized that night,
is our defining color, beyond visual sight.
The force that guides what you do on this plane (of existence)
shows, when you peel back your skin,
and loosen the tight grip on your brain.
What then, is for sure?
Well I know only my path.
Maybe you need to find the wandering jazz man,
or maybe just ponder a crowded street.
meanings full of something warm.
Black and white show on the screen,
but can I write the color green?
I could describe an overly,
enthusiastic snake.
Or maybe a teenager leaf, not yet ready,
for the pallbearer's rake.
Would you know what I call yellow?
In a crowded street, it's all that is mellow.
It's the alley-cat king, atop it's trashcan throne.
It's the fresh graffiti, source unknown.
Is it worth all of your consumer distractions,
to miss out on the colors, of untapped interactions?
The negro jazz man, playing "Come Together"
in the subway as we sing-a-long,
to avoid what was dark and frigid November weather.
He accepted a large bag of chips, for donation,
and said "you must be purple, just like me,
cause I sure as hell don't see no caucasian."
"Underneath" I realized that night,
is our defining color, beyond visual sight.
The force that guides what you do on this plane (of existence)
shows, when you peel back your skin,
and loosen the tight grip on your brain.
What then, is for sure?
Well I know only my path.
Maybe you need to find the wandering jazz man,
or maybe just ponder a crowded street.
Monday, March 2, 2009
This will be my final note, I don't know what else to say
So this is you? You've come a long way, eh?
I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you've got a story.
Well you definitely have access to a computer, that's fact one.
You know that we live on 'Earth' (as the english speaking folk would say)
That's fact two.
Ancestors that we come from, well most of them liked to record their
insightful observations, and make contributions toward keeping their
personal beliefs afloat over a mess of long-lasting manipulative lies.
If music from the 1960's & 70's were a voice of the people,
well than, the ones that ultimately govern, played deaf and dumb.
If hope of what we know inside, were to manifest and flourish
on the spot.. well than the ones that ultimately govern,
would be ejected from their power house, the way Lady Justice
would be scolded for lifting up her blind-fold. For we judge not
by the apparent view the Media forces on people, but by
the inherent logic of a peaceful means, with fairest results in mind.
If all of history, prior to this moment, were to be examined by pure light..
well that light would stand in front of you and say, "Well your kind have
definitely been through an intense span of perpetual growth. Thus
humans have also been hindered by a perpetually faux dominance.
So open up and say 'Ahh' I have the cure for the extreme duality
you've been experiencing. I will ask you to shed light (true focus)
over towards the dark trap of the faux domineering ones. This will take
courage, for looking into the root cause of your previously unseen disease
is a task that requires a sense of self that is wiser than the egoistic mask
that has been basking in the dark of your collective soul."
My self, at least, well, I have been grabbing at the dark of my soul,
looking within, with a light I didn't know could be used in such a way.
I pray now, that compassion is known, through and through,
and that light is forced upon the ignored aspects of the collective,
and thus, upon the dark times that manifest on the world scene.
Answers, fair-trial based justification, diplomacy, relations, relativity..
What mean they, those words.. at heart?
I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you've got a story.
Well you definitely have access to a computer, that's fact one.
You know that we live on 'Earth' (as the english speaking folk would say)
That's fact two.
Ancestors that we come from, well most of them liked to record their
insightful observations, and make contributions toward keeping their
personal beliefs afloat over a mess of long-lasting manipulative lies.
If music from the 1960's & 70's were a voice of the people,
well than, the ones that ultimately govern, played deaf and dumb.
If hope of what we know inside, were to manifest and flourish
on the spot.. well than the ones that ultimately govern,
would be ejected from their power house, the way Lady Justice
would be scolded for lifting up her blind-fold. For we judge not
by the apparent view the Media forces on people, but by
the inherent logic of a peaceful means, with fairest results in mind.
If all of history, prior to this moment, were to be examined by pure light..
well that light would stand in front of you and say, "Well your kind have
definitely been through an intense span of perpetual growth. Thus
humans have also been hindered by a perpetually faux dominance.
So open up and say 'Ahh' I have the cure for the extreme duality
you've been experiencing. I will ask you to shed light (true focus)
over towards the dark trap of the faux domineering ones. This will take
courage, for looking into the root cause of your previously unseen disease
is a task that requires a sense of self that is wiser than the egoistic mask
that has been basking in the dark of your collective soul."
My self, at least, well, I have been grabbing at the dark of my soul,
looking within, with a light I didn't know could be used in such a way.
I pray now, that compassion is known, through and through,
and that light is forced upon the ignored aspects of the collective,
and thus, upon the dark times that manifest on the world scene.
Answers, fair-trial based justification, diplomacy, relations, relativity..
What mean they, those words.. at heart?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Flanders diddly rocked socks, but Maude was beautifully minded.
No care in the world, tops my care for your health.
No smile of mine, means more than the one that forms
when you are there to cause it.
No texture more fitting in my hand, then the silk hair of your resting head.
No sound vibrates as unabashed as your lullaby.
Memories. Presentries, & future prospects with a lot to prove.
and if we only made it to Peru.. we would need look no further.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
They Live
So many rules in society,
control based on celebrity status.
Don't fight the system, the rich and famous don't.
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Don't fight the system, the rich and famous don't.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I read the news today, oh boy..
As our dot of a city weens into the Sun's peripheral vision,
it wonder's what we've been doing during our 12 hours of hiding.
For, our solar friend does not keep in touch with his starry family,
who watch out for us while our pal is busy lighting the other half of our rock.
“Do you know why we exist?” says he, to us.
“We thought you would know.” I answer.
""I know light and warmth, and gravity..
but I know nothing about the whys.
I see all that you do, while your in my sights,
unashamed, as you watch the skies.
I thank you though, personally, for keeping quite in touch,
I always cherish a friendly face, though it may not seem like much.
I call on you now, as I am ignored by the rest, to help me with a task,
you must shake the world, and wake them up, as they ignorantly bask.
Blames are cast, and faults run deep, when you're looking from down there.
Ascend though, your sight, and see from out here, the gem that thou dost share.
Time I hear, is running out.. and so you all strive to make ends meet.
If that's the issue, then look down for the answer, to where the ground does embrace your feet.
You calculate millenniums, as if you've lived those thousand years,
you know certainly nothing, I say contrite, except your temporary fears.
Now, you've met my friend Gaia? Yes, she of whom you live atop.
She's the one to bear the weight of time, and for your death, she will not stop.
Did you hear her scream out “Why God, Why?!” .. in 1942?
I did, I did, as your bomb was dropped, and there was nothing I could do.
Maybe you saw her smile, when you voted JFK?
“You see now, Sun ?” she said to me, “You see my peoples world-wide change ?”
Now, Kennedy's death was not the problem,
you'd already voted for his ideals..
What went wrong, was that you let liberty roll out of your grasp,
right along with that open car's wheels.
You, the people, in fact choose those who form a congress,
to speak for collective fairness and well being.
Yet the majority does deliver you not from evil, but directly TO evil.
As they ignore the ideals of 1776, and in fact crush any attempt of upheaval.
Earth child, yes, this is your time, as my rays grab your attention.
Please do remember as tyranny falls, that one fact, needs global mention.
Eternal Life! to the cause of freedom, judged by your 3 eyes.
Once you grab it, run with it, away from the medias bias.
They need your skewed perceptions, to continue their dirty game.
But look away from the TV sets, as bringing truth to the Capital becomes your aim.
Diplomacy and common ground, should be sought from every people's front.
Your mother, Earth, is striving now, to grow where darkness doesn't.”"
This is when the Sun sighed loud, and grinned a huge grin.
He sensed my mutual feeling, of wanting a consistently global peace.
I'm sure he's met billions of friends just like me,
but I don't think he gets tired of telling his tale.
it wonder's what we've been doing during our 12 hours of hiding.
For, our solar friend does not keep in touch with his starry family,
who watch out for us while our pal is busy lighting the other half of our rock.
“Do you know why we exist?” says he, to us.
“We thought you would know.” I answer.
""I know light and warmth, and gravity..
but I know nothing about the whys.
I see all that you do, while your in my sights,
unashamed, as you watch the skies.
I thank you though, personally, for keeping quite in touch,
I always cherish a friendly face, though it may not seem like much.
I call on you now, as I am ignored by the rest, to help me with a task,
you must shake the world, and wake them up, as they ignorantly bask.
Blames are cast, and faults run deep, when you're looking from down there.
Ascend though, your sight, and see from out here, the gem that thou dost share.
Time I hear, is running out.. and so you all strive to make ends meet.
If that's the issue, then look down for the answer, to where the ground does embrace your feet.
You calculate millenniums, as if you've lived those thousand years,
you know certainly nothing, I say contrite, except your temporary fears.
Now, you've met my friend Gaia? Yes, she of whom you live atop.
She's the one to bear the weight of time, and for your death, she will not stop.
Did you hear her scream out “Why God, Why?!” .. in 1942?
I did, I did, as your bomb was dropped, and there was nothing I could do.
Maybe you saw her smile, when you voted JFK?
“You see now, Sun ?” she said to me, “You see my peoples world-wide change ?”
Now, Kennedy's death was not the problem,
you'd already voted for his ideals..
What went wrong, was that you let liberty roll out of your grasp,
right along with that open car's wheels.
You, the people, in fact choose those who form a congress,
to speak for collective fairness and well being.
Yet the majority does deliver you not from evil, but directly TO evil.
As they ignore the ideals of 1776, and in fact crush any attempt of upheaval.
Earth child, yes, this is your time, as my rays grab your attention.
Please do remember as tyranny falls, that one fact, needs global mention.
Eternal Life! to the cause of freedom, judged by your 3 eyes.
Once you grab it, run with it, away from the medias bias.
They need your skewed perceptions, to continue their dirty game.
But look away from the TV sets, as bringing truth to the Capital becomes your aim.
Diplomacy and common ground, should be sought from every people's front.
Your mother, Earth, is striving now, to grow where darkness doesn't.”"
This is when the Sun sighed loud, and grinned a huge grin.
He sensed my mutual feeling, of wanting a consistently global peace.
I'm sure he's met billions of friends just like me,
but I don't think he gets tired of telling his tale.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
"Parents wonder why the streams are bitter..
..when they themselves have poisoned the fountain"
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Deciphering the meaning of life is impossible.
Nothing ever seems to make sense, besides false perceptions.
Not god, not science, not even this moment.
Tricks all around, no longer just for kids.
We trick ourselves into a mutually corrupt society.
I'm tricking you with yet another random observation.
You're tricking me with a Self-Righteous opinion.
We talk the talk, and walk certain walks.
How are you living in false hope?
I'm just fine, making myself believe it's natural, like always.
In no way am I a proper human being.
I don't comprehend how to function within the current system of things.
Often I wonder if this experience I'm having was meant to be..
or if really there is a giant joke being played on your's truly.
Whatever the reason, and meaning, behind the big picture of it all..
I hope that we all get to see the Universe with out it's mask of physical reality, eventually.
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Deciphering the meaning of life is impossible.
Nothing ever seems to make sense, besides false perceptions.
Not god, not science, not even this moment.
Tricks all around, no longer just for kids.
We trick ourselves into a mutually corrupt society.
I'm tricking you with yet another random observation.
You're tricking me with a Self-Righteous opinion.
We talk the talk, and walk certain walks.
How are you living in false hope?
I'm just fine, making myself believe it's natural, like always.
In no way am I a proper human being.
I don't comprehend how to function within the current system of things.
Often I wonder if this experience I'm having was meant to be..
or if really there is a giant joke being played on your's truly.
Whatever the reason, and meaning, behind the big picture of it all..
I hope that we all get to see the Universe with out it's mask of physical reality, eventually.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Spoiler alert: water kills the witch, n the wizard isn't almighty
Slight of mouth, is not worth a damn to me.
I hear how you slip insanity into your interpretation our sane constitution.
I see how you fool them into your foolishness.
Yes, we can. No you can't, I smell fumes of what can only be described,
as the early stages of another lie.
It's not hard to see through your veil,
but you've made it a challenge to get them to look to the left side of the room,
even though your curtain is stripped back, and you stand as naked as fiction.
They want the Wizard of Emerald City.. so they eat up your smoke and mirrors..
Well Mr. Fake, I don't want your diploma, to tell me I was smart all along..
I don't want your clock, to tell me my hearts been beating all along..
I don't want your decree of courageousness..
I want to be home, and not reduced to black and white..
I want my own world to experience the beauty of the world,
that which you are holding back from us..
nonsensically yours,
chirp
I hear how you slip insanity into your interpretation our sane constitution.
I see how you fool them into your foolishness.
Yes, we can. No you can't, I smell fumes of what can only be described,
as the early stages of another lie.
It's not hard to see through your veil,
but you've made it a challenge to get them to look to the left side of the room,
even though your curtain is stripped back, and you stand as naked as fiction.
They want the Wizard of Emerald City.. so they eat up your smoke and mirrors..
Well Mr. Fake, I don't want your diploma, to tell me I was smart all along..
I don't want your clock, to tell me my hearts been beating all along..
I don't want your decree of courageousness..
I want to be home, and not reduced to black and white..
I want my own world to experience the beauty of the world,
that which you are holding back from us..
nonsensically yours,
chirp
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A Space Note minus a certain illusion called reality
Lonely Gaia..
ra ta ta..
Befriended Maya..
ra ta ta..
Long Ago..
ra ta ta..
And So We Know..
ra ta ta ta..
That We Will Peak..
hm ya ta ta..
Then God Will Speak..
skra fic tee ohm..
So.. Heaven Sent..
pra ta pra ta..
Your Body's Rent..
illuminate..
So Waste Not Your Life..
And Live On Past The Strife..
I'm Sure Destiny's Been Calling You..
And It Wants You To Know Truth..
there are infinite ways to make our move.
let's give em a show.
ra ta ta..
Befriended Maya..
ra ta ta..
Long Ago..
ra ta ta..
And So We Know..
ra ta ta ta..
That We Will Peak..
hm ya ta ta..
Then God Will Speak..
skra fic tee ohm..
So.. Heaven Sent..
pra ta pra ta..
Your Body's Rent..
illuminate..
So Waste Not Your Life..
And Live On Past The Strife..
I'm Sure Destiny's Been Calling You..
And It Wants You To Know Truth..
there are infinite ways to make our move.
let's give em a show.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy birth-day, my precious world.
Now I don't know when or how you came to be.
Nor do I know how every event that has ever happened,
led to my specific existence upon your airy ground.
Though I may be able to have a guess,
that maybe we were meant to share each other.
You are a resourcefully precious gift,
and I hope that I personally have used my time wisely.
For if I have spent too much time taking you for granted, I apologize.
Do you blame the Universe, for us human beings claiming you as a home?
I hope you can make it through our rigorous process of Global Enlightenment.
I hope you will understand that not all of us wish to be part of certain charades of mal-intent.
Are you, as a whole, lost like the rest of us?
Are you part of a larger group of your own kind? and feel like you aren't up to par?
Maybe you are just here for the infinite possibilities of anomalies that are able to be manifest based on natural selection of all living beings.
Some people feel like they have this world figured out.
There are 2 prime examples.
1) Those in the system, including those deceived by it.
(Plugged into the Matrix)
Their flaws lie in an unchallenging mindset.
If it's shiny and nice on the outside.. they'll buy into it, regardless of the the quality of the content. They believe false flag truths because they cannot (as a whole) overcome the lure of a massive status quo. They are mostly content with the story that a bias Media has to tell.
Basically, they see that the system has been around for most of history, and accept non-sense as self evident, rather than questioning both the Now, and the Past, that the Global Elite use as a compliance tool. There has been no permanent Revolution in these modern times, so why bother?
etc.. etc..
2) Those who were raised out of, and more-so, those who transcended through the bars of the system by means of a truly fair opinion, and were able to break the trend of a strict egocentric mind. They see the faulty status quo for what it is.. garbage. They can express themselves much more creatively and have a deep passion for what is truly Just and Truthful. They tend to believe that fate is on their side. Seen as rebellious and revolutionary, they accept that there must be much more sensible way to Govern world affairs, and understand the concept of Responsibility and Diplomacy.
etc.. etc..
So where does this leave us?
In a world-wide civil war.
Both sides are relentless.
Those with the systematic approach, with the 'Elite' in control of operations,
they believe themselves to have authority over those that don't agree with them.
Those with a truly revolutionary approach, seem to be somewhat divided in the how, and the if,
of whether they can manifest their ideas into a living breathing reality.
Meanwhile, problems are multiplying, and the status quo has become a blatant FAIL,
yet no action is being taken to overthrow the non-sense.
So who's to blame?
Those perpetuating the current system?
Or those who fail to fully organize a revolution, of true change?
There is one constant, and that is the fact that we cannot change the past,
or the course that has brought us to this very moment and all it consists of.
We can only look into ourselves and ask where exactly we want to move as a whole,
and also ask, what is the effect of the allowance of ignorant agendas to be played out to their maniacal end?
I digress..
hm, so.. they say it is now 2009.
I think that we're just one full revolution around the sun from this specific angle of our orbit.
Time is a concept, it's the view from outer space that puts it in perspective.
It shows you how simple an instantaneous Human Enlightenment can be.
We could save our home, our planet, maybe.
However cliche - Brian
Nor do I know how every event that has ever happened,
led to my specific existence upon your airy ground.
Though I may be able to have a guess,
that maybe we were meant to share each other.
You are a resourcefully precious gift,
and I hope that I personally have used my time wisely.
For if I have spent too much time taking you for granted, I apologize.
Do you blame the Universe, for us human beings claiming you as a home?
I hope you can make it through our rigorous process of Global Enlightenment.
I hope you will understand that not all of us wish to be part of certain charades of mal-intent.
Are you, as a whole, lost like the rest of us?
Are you part of a larger group of your own kind? and feel like you aren't up to par?
Maybe you are just here for the infinite possibilities of anomalies that are able to be manifest based on natural selection of all living beings.
Some people feel like they have this world figured out.
There are 2 prime examples.
1) Those in the system, including those deceived by it.
(Plugged into the Matrix)
Their flaws lie in an unchallenging mindset.
If it's shiny and nice on the outside.. they'll buy into it, regardless of the the quality of the content. They believe false flag truths because they cannot (as a whole) overcome the lure of a massive status quo. They are mostly content with the story that a bias Media has to tell.
Basically, they see that the system has been around for most of history, and accept non-sense as self evident, rather than questioning both the Now, and the Past, that the Global Elite use as a compliance tool. There has been no permanent Revolution in these modern times, so why bother?
etc.. etc..
2) Those who were raised out of, and more-so, those who transcended through the bars of the system by means of a truly fair opinion, and were able to break the trend of a strict egocentric mind. They see the faulty status quo for what it is.. garbage. They can express themselves much more creatively and have a deep passion for what is truly Just and Truthful. They tend to believe that fate is on their side. Seen as rebellious and revolutionary, they accept that there must be much more sensible way to Govern world affairs, and understand the concept of Responsibility and Diplomacy.
etc.. etc..
So where does this leave us?
In a world-wide civil war.
Both sides are relentless.
Those with the systematic approach, with the 'Elite' in control of operations,
they believe themselves to have authority over those that don't agree with them.
Those with a truly revolutionary approach, seem to be somewhat divided in the how, and the if,
of whether they can manifest their ideas into a living breathing reality.
Meanwhile, problems are multiplying, and the status quo has become a blatant FAIL,
yet no action is being taken to overthrow the non-sense.
So who's to blame?
Those perpetuating the current system?
Or those who fail to fully organize a revolution, of true change?
There is one constant, and that is the fact that we cannot change the past,
or the course that has brought us to this very moment and all it consists of.
We can only look into ourselves and ask where exactly we want to move as a whole,
and also ask, what is the effect of the allowance of ignorant agendas to be played out to their maniacal end?
I digress..
hm, so.. they say it is now 2009.
I think that we're just one full revolution around the sun from this specific angle of our orbit.
Time is a concept, it's the view from outer space that puts it in perspective.
It shows you how simple an instantaneous Human Enlightenment can be.
We could save our home, our planet, maybe.
However cliche - Brian
Monday, November 10, 2008
Another story from this spinning rotating thingy that we live on.
~ in other words ~
Once upon a metaphoric plateau,
I bounced around the non-existence of what is ethereal.
Just another average moment, one would think,
but alas, tucked under the dark cold ground,
there was a dream that was resting,
and as he put it,
"I am the oldest dream left,
destined to become real (inside and out)
or forever lay here in your head,
torturing you while you go about reality."
What was I to say to that, nothing could be said.
So I lay there with that dream, and I pulled the ground to my chest.
Oh, I spilled my mind to the poor yet vibrantly beautiful dream.
he shared with me his desire,
while I had only my fading faith,
and perhaps some DNA to help him take dwelling in 'my' waking reality.
This story I can only guess,
will end in a tortured mans downfall,
or a loving dream's destiny will manifest itself to all.
Yet I question strongly if one can occur without the other.
Once upon a metaphoric plateau,
I bounced around the non-existence of what is ethereal.
Just another average moment, one would think,
but alas, tucked under the dark cold ground,
there was a dream that was resting,
and as he put it,
"I am the oldest dream left,
destined to become real (inside and out)
or forever lay here in your head,
torturing you while you go about reality."
What was I to say to that, nothing could be said.
So I lay there with that dream, and I pulled the ground to my chest.
Oh, I spilled my mind to the poor yet vibrantly beautiful dream.
he shared with me his desire,
while I had only my fading faith,
and perhaps some DNA to help him take dwelling in 'my' waking reality.
This story I can only guess,
will end in a tortured mans downfall,
or a loving dream's destiny will manifest itself to all.
Yet I question strongly if one can occur without the other.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I note my present situation in black & white pixels.
So, a few days away and you pick your new master,
I mean, I'm sorry, you pick 'our' new president.
You won't ever see what the fuck I am seeing,
for if I live NOW, and outside of the void you call time,
than why would I care about a course of action that takes time?
Moments are things that you wait for, and then they pass,
and you just remember them.
My moments are a bit different,
they take place right now, I want change today,
but it is not offered by them, so I change myself a little bit,
in spite of their efforts to make us all WAIT.
You can see the madness, they know that you see the madness,
yet offer no solution, while you just hope that they won't screw you over.
When? Oh Dear God, Fucking When Will You Enter Our Souls
On A Whole Level And See Yourself In Each And Every 'Other' ?
The time is upon us now! Not because it's nearly November,
but because it is simply NOW !
Do you understand? They will always have control,
if you keep giving them our Present Moment.
They are stealing our Real Time, via a false fucking world.
Tonight I will celebrate how much I don't give fuck about them.
Tonight I will endlessly declare my right to not play in their game.
Sic Semper Tyrannis.
Carpe Diem.
Paix, Paix, Paix !
~Your's in heart~
~Brian~
I mean, I'm sorry, you pick 'our' new president.
You won't ever see what the fuck I am seeing,
for if I live NOW, and outside of the void you call time,
than why would I care about a course of action that takes time?
Moments are things that you wait for, and then they pass,
and you just remember them.
My moments are a bit different,
they take place right now, I want change today,
but it is not offered by them, so I change myself a little bit,
in spite of their efforts to make us all WAIT.
You can see the madness, they know that you see the madness,
yet offer no solution, while you just hope that they won't screw you over.
When? Oh Dear God, Fucking When Will You Enter Our Souls
On A Whole Level And See Yourself In Each And Every 'Other' ?
The time is upon us now! Not because it's nearly November,
but because it is simply NOW !
Do you understand? They will always have control,
if you keep giving them our Present Moment.
They are stealing our Real Time, via a false fucking world.
Tonight I will celebrate how much I don't give fuck about them.
Tonight I will endlessly declare my right to not play in their game.
Sic Semper Tyrannis.
Carpe Diem.
Paix, Paix, Paix !
~Your's in heart~
~Brian~
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Lame note on a wierd day
dear prudent one,
please come, and please do stay.
allow your need to rush, fade away,
and you're sense of youth, to come out, and play.
dear mother earth, dear father time,
hello to you,
thanks for letting me pass through.
the universe brought this moment out of nothingness,
and asked it kindly to take place,
and so I say amen.
dear all of you who fail to grasp the concept of eternity,
hello friends,
bless you with life,
that you may indeed help the rest of us work toward a goal of universal morality,
through a culmination of sense and familiarity.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Stairway back to heaven.
Life you see, and death you don't,
yet the living are blind,
and the dead lead us to true sight.
Be it hindsight, or foreshadow,
it is a sense that we should not let slip away.
How dull it is, and truly wrongdoing,
to allow ignorance to prosper in such a helpless world.
How helpless we are as a species,
leading to utter oppression of all other life and even the inanimate.
Riddle me useless, and riddle me to insanity,
I cannot solve your pointless riddle for the life of me.
Yet I have one for you.
'What is Love?' can you tell me?
Can you not tell me?
What is true love?
TRUE... LOVE...
Your answer is wrong.
For the true meaning of love is enigmatic.
It only exists if on a Universal level.
And if, as a whole, we have not reached that level...
well than true love is yet to exist,
but only tease those who have heart and mind connected.
I don't know what I'm saying...
yet the living are blind,
and the dead lead us to true sight.
Be it hindsight, or foreshadow,
it is a sense that we should not let slip away.
How dull it is, and truly wrongdoing,
to allow ignorance to prosper in such a helpless world.
How helpless we are as a species,
leading to utter oppression of all other life and even the inanimate.
Riddle me useless, and riddle me to insanity,
I cannot solve your pointless riddle for the life of me.
Yet I have one for you.
'What is Love?' can you tell me?
Can you not tell me?
What is true love?
TRUE... LOVE...
Your answer is wrong.
For the true meaning of love is enigmatic.
It only exists if on a Universal level.
And if, as a whole, we have not reached that level...
well than true love is yet to exist,
but only tease those who have heart and mind connected.
I don't know what I'm saying...
Monday, May 26, 2008
1st Journal Entry In Wyoming
As mindlessness takes hold
I contemplate eternity
and my mind becomes enveloped
in a conversation with the roots
from which I've grown.
My expanding concept of Now
mingles with my already infinite Then.
They don't get along.
Even here, where Earth's history
takes deep root, there is such a
sense of survival based on
popularity. And I stand alone
in wanting to learn my Earth's
mysteries, it's secrets that come
with peace of mind, not with having
to prove myself even more worthy
with inane tests.
I have been pushed my
entire life. I have figured
out riddles that few dare
even to be asked, in fear they get
lost. But, they don't realize that
they were born lost, deep in
the cosmos, into an island
that is not charted in even
the most in depth galactic maps.
We call it Earth.
The human heart, solely, is a compass
that will always point in the direction
of home, whichever form home will
take, in an infinite yet lost world.
The human brain, appears to be our
ability to interpret the coordinates
in which our hearts are ever-striving to reach.
The sad truth is that the
newly growing hearts that are
the youth, are losing their ability
to find home, as their compasses
are being doused with cyanide.
All the while, their brains cannot
send their hearts in the right direction,
(due to the masters of illusive happiness,
who provide a false sense of being home)
because in fact they are facing a rock wall
in a cave, left to ponder about shadow puppets
that move around on a reoccurring film strip.
And nobody will listen to my solution
as I scream it out loud.
TURN AROUND! Look at what they
have made you think is real. We need to
leave this mind trap of a cave,
and understand the island we've grown so attached to.
But it's impossible if all of your backs are turned.
I contemplate eternity
and my mind becomes enveloped
in a conversation with the roots
from which I've grown.
My expanding concept of Now
mingles with my already infinite Then.
They don't get along.
Even here, where Earth's history
takes deep root, there is such a
sense of survival based on
popularity. And I stand alone
in wanting to learn my Earth's
mysteries, it's secrets that come
with peace of mind, not with having
to prove myself even more worthy
with inane tests.
I have been pushed my
entire life. I have figured
out riddles that few dare
even to be asked, in fear they get
lost. But, they don't realize that
they were born lost, deep in
the cosmos, into an island
that is not charted in even
the most in depth galactic maps.
We call it Earth.
The human heart, solely, is a compass
that will always point in the direction
of home, whichever form home will
take, in an infinite yet lost world.
The human brain, appears to be our
ability to interpret the coordinates
in which our hearts are ever-striving to reach.
The sad truth is that the
newly growing hearts that are
the youth, are losing their ability
to find home, as their compasses
are being doused with cyanide.
All the while, their brains cannot
send their hearts in the right direction,
(due to the masters of illusive happiness,
who provide a false sense of being home)
because in fact they are facing a rock wall
in a cave, left to ponder about shadow puppets
that move around on a reoccurring film strip.
And nobody will listen to my solution
as I scream it out loud.
TURN AROUND! Look at what they
have made you think is real. We need to
leave this mind trap of a cave,
and understand the island we've grown so attached to.
But it's impossible if all of your backs are turned.
Friday, April 25, 2008
The sky and ground have never been so close..
The thing about life m'dear,
is that the rules of infinity
were never too clear.
Love in the busy streets,
the messy beds,
the hungry stomachs,
and soda breads.
Consequence though,
is it always to be dragged out and lame?
is aftermath never cherished?
regardless of who called,
and who came.
Dazed shepherds we be,
finding saint-hood and solace inside of one another.
Yet the world turns and let's us basque in the everlasting now.
They turn that wrinkled page
that's already been read,
while we cling onto the words of God,
that appear in the first chapter,
and find love and understanding,
yet can't apply it to mankind's priorities.
Does that mean they are skewed?
are they crazy are they fucking nuts ?!
Am I crazy?
and fucking nuts?
At least m'dear,
the equinox has passed.
the ice bodies will melt,
and scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
And as melted snow fertilizes the spring soil,
the thawing veins and vessels of Man,
shall embrace the tree of One Infinite Mind,
and connect all people,
of past, present, and future time.
is that the rules of infinity
were never too clear.
Love in the busy streets,
the messy beds,
the hungry stomachs,
and soda breads.
Consequence though,
is it always to be dragged out and lame?
is aftermath never cherished?
regardless of who called,
and who came.
Dazed shepherds we be,
finding saint-hood and solace inside of one another.
Yet the world turns and let's us basque in the everlasting now.
They turn that wrinkled page
that's already been read,
while we cling onto the words of God,
that appear in the first chapter,
and find love and understanding,
yet can't apply it to mankind's priorities.
Does that mean they are skewed?
are they crazy are they fucking nuts ?!
Am I crazy?
and fucking nuts?
At least m'dear,
the equinox has passed.
the ice bodies will melt,
and scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
And as melted snow fertilizes the spring soil,
the thawing veins and vessels of Man,
shall embrace the tree of One Infinite Mind,
and connect all people,
of past, present, and future time.
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