It is not to be in a position to do whatever you want,
it is to be in a position of doing nothing but being and being content.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Never make the mistake of making things solid, reality is alive, shapeless formless, infinite in possibility and always moving. The decision to believe it is one certain way kills the possibilities of a million other worlds, reality and part of your own soul.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
life has its loves and its sadnesses. What is known to others, other than what is shared is up to us.
Love has its hopes so that we may dream and leave this moment unto one where we aspire to new happiness.
Life has its laments, then they remember the found of such a deep love in a soul is a point of progression,
to deny such an honour is a madness. I am not cold nor emotionless, nor am I seperate. I merely have a great sadness,
that comes with a great love, its all micro and macrocosm. Like that ectasy pill of youth the moments of liberating
freedom and flashing lights, the weightlessness the chains of opression leave as the kiss to their burn comsumes you for that
time and makes you a new whole.
So much greater is a large time in our lives, It grabs us, with the story of the past, the building of a character worthy
of play wright, a love worthy of enternite life and a soul worthy of the purification of the realm from the desire of such
a thing. All of a sudden desire is lost, the transient 'I' misplaced and a new place in which we are not just residing, but
being awakens. We are in the whirlpool of all that this is and although may catch upon the rocks of fear, there is a
knowing of the sacredness of this time. Yet just like that comedown, the depression and need to be help that accompany the
sunday morning on that cold sofa of a warm stranger, the buzz ends, its part of the game, it will resurface in greater form
with a greater name as all things do, but that moment for what it was taught us the golden rule. Nothing we could gain from
it surpassed the moment its self. That all gifts are immediate and have to be seized with the immediacy of the instincual
reaction that saves a man from falling. The moment that is and always was is our one true love, she wears decieving clothes
so that we may to recognise her in a new way, but it is always her.
Life has all of these things and none of them, the answer of this is dependant on what you choose to see as now and not later.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Hindsight is another name for uncertainly blind
the doors of perceptions to our hearts they did bind
the illusions of grandeur went all but to waste
when stark reality stood right in my face
He looked familiar like i had seen him before, something had changed
perhaps he had to show more
Now i remember the shock put me aside
Under the grandeur even he couldn't hide
Last i saw you, you were happy and grinned
now you look soulless, empty and grim
perhaps at the time you were happy to be
or slightly more worrying you could not see
What was behind the sheet white veneer
a man made of evil that much is clear
I made my mistakes and i will be sure
never to cover instead of cure.
I saw my rights and never my wrongs,
good deeds nowhere, bad ones in throngs
but hindsight the monster that now lets me see
the monster behind, that once lived in me.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
how fast it all changes
in anger i am different
i cant pretend its not me
only the other way that i can see
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
why must i try to impress in a world so disappointing,
taught to shame what comes natural and worship the manufactured
automatons purposed to expand
life and living long ago separate, conscious without consciousness
the capacity of this mind can not do its home just
but at least once a day I know all is well
and at least twice I know even more sure it is not
the changes they come to fast to keep up with
like the techno-logic advance that will be our demise
mother earths ******* children
a warrior i will become, fighting for the army of me
the battle will never be lost, the war for eternity
this is too important to be what it is
the fact that I am here , metaphysics and wonder
that a life wasted with the boot we are under
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC