Finally, we spoke of the nature of existence
While we lay in bed, sitting up right
I looked at you with the type of reflection
One could but only presumably perceive
To be
A fun house mirror demeanor;
All distorted with elongated features, we
Are one in the same universal happenings
Tonight
But never the less, the image shining back
Is you
No prejudice has been bestowed on you
I will not assume that your words are meant for conflict
Or that any questions you have - for the sake of argument
Respectfully so, I do not intend to ever judge, or deny
Your emotional or logical self portrayals
The illusion of separation, the self, this idea of identity
It has rotted open-communication at her core
This round the decision is clear
By riding to the top of the crest
Much of the garbage keeping me afloat has sunk
And now, at this height I have fully,
A three hundred sixty degree view
At the next crest, there, in front of me
There's an interesting new looking pile
Totally enough strength and energy to swim over, too
"We do, we have the same core perceptions at our marrow." I exclaimed, pouching my hands up ahead of my brow line, and then in a circle with my right hand swirling about. " And then, there is all of this. Uncharted territory, at this level. If I am in creation, akin to 'it', then why am I doing this, whats the point?"
I knew how I felt about the subject
But I just needed a witness
She was so close, and I so enveloped in topic
At one point I couldn't tell the difference
Between me, her, or anything in the room
I'll leave it at that...
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
The wish bone in the crook of it's neck
Finishing the rest of what consumes his own mind
Any margin too explicit to be held back a space or two
And no more French and Spanish speaking women if my life, so
Turn over the collection and light a incense?
The blankets wrapped and these kicking legs seized
Feeling completely disconnected
No more *** organs or jazz organs, or memories of my teenage origins
Of course the ear drums aren't ready for the grocer's preserved goods
She didn't say, and it seems she wont
Better off that way, otherwise you might end up saying something
that can bite you in the *** later on
Tonight's post sleep, is
For contemplation purpose's - I'd like to reach with my eyes toward above me
Looking at the sky chaotic with speculative guessers and other seekers, who
Are leaping out of their bodies to surround the ethos like the next dimension
I'm not unhappy, but rather quite imaginable
The ending (open ended)
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
There are hardly any writers, freaks or conscious investigators for the living. Some one to shed light on the current affairs of this nation, this Earth, this universe. Not these local heroes either, and not these reptiles behind computers. But some one who can bring us back to simpler modes of information distribution, like a news paper dropped off at every door step, run by revolutionaries and wonder fanatics who think and feel broadly, who don't give in completely to greed or materialism. Emotional wrecks who don't lead any one type of party, who are not interested in leading but, those of whom listen and replay. And, if they do or don't succeed in their studies so be it. We all have our duties in life, there will be another pack of poets right behind them, innovators. You gotta give something up some time, walk away a better individual for it, I think too.
A lot of deep sea divers out there, blind, not sure how to fallow the line back to the boat, scared they might run out of air soon, and they will. I've seen it happen to some good sailors.
How do we gauge freedom, what's right, who is right and why so many ******* questions...(?) At this moment in history we have a few choices and a few rules that must be risen high, on a flag post some where in the middle of this country, big enough so the whole world can see it up there, along with a new flag, too.
It reads, "Don't disrupt or hurt earthly habitats, inhabitants, or insult anyone because of their race, class, gender or religion.
Challenge, feud and collaborate. Don't freak out when ideas appose your own, letting your eyes become red and swollen.
Killing is out - unless it's killing yourself, or harming your own body. It's your body you don't want you want with it, (We just hope it doesn't come to such brutal measures).
Any harm done to another means that you will forced into rehabilitation - you will mediate, talk with counselors, learn to survive in nature, grow your own food, and if necessary be shown opportunity.
If you're a true ********* of ****** we don't have time for you, you are out of here." Some times some people can not be helped.
Is freedom something you would classify as having the ability to assemble your own conclusions? Does your reality in comparison to others appear stronger and less misguided because of the inherent morals, such as right and wrong? Is life a constant battle with others because of their ignorance, and can you find peace in your free-ness with out feeling like you've served justice upon them?
Next II
Some commonly ignored, also opposed at times, ancient mythologies like native american wisdom or south american indigenous ritual have been shattered by historians and scientists alike. Those who believe logic and reasoning are platters on a academic menu best served soon before they've assembled . All the while their dishes in abundance, rotten, sitting on the table surrounded by skeleton men, whose hearts where gray and dusty, dried up like prunes long before they had kicked the spit bucket. They wanted to build realities from recycled evangelical European patriarchal war mongers instead of clutching in the next hand research that exceeds simple Darwinian thought or archaeological speculation, to discover what lay behind our skin and deep within the hallows of consciousness.
"Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]
We need great golden compilations"
- J. Morrison
We do need great golden compilations. We've got to accrue volumes of books, music, obscurantist theory, and quantum exploration. We have to reflect, speculate and hover over the body in sagacious transcendentalism, gag our selves until we feel unsettling and alive. Purge the mind of blackened clogs preventing a courtesy flush, headlong in a spiral, in the spirit of invention.
There are answers and then, there are replies. How do we reply to our own answers
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Severely hyperactive mind
To keep up with a age of sensitive depressives
Or to morally go where no end is close
I
Allotted in lieu of this knowledge
Give it away
Every taste of bitter fruit of vine
Much of tender entanglement between you and I
And, so any enlightenment also blended - now dispelled
The magic is of Etymological contradictory
Reverent souls whom despicably chore over us
And the managers granting Death a pass without your consent
For freedom, for your freedom and the lives of lawve
Please be quiet, be sure to not awake the myth
Make sure you keep as far stretched as humanely as possible
Surely it'll turn accordion, to combat your intake of fresh air
The grips of mice are like mine
be where,
beware
&
or
NO,
Know,
be in transition.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Spine like an arrow
Brian like a bow
This vessel is rooted deeply
Rear this soul, out I go
And these cloths I leave behind,
All worries, doubts and relations as a whole
Every mirror in mind removed, gone
Now, only contact with something yet to unfold.
I've imagined all of my ambitions and wonders into a clear box,
Because words are never used in these realms where the entities live your every thought
Neither judgmental, nor contemptuous - Without hindrance they'll give guidance
Next, "thank you, I think I get" I felt.
It felt back, "word."
And it was all good. . .
I don't know how much time has gone by, it's irrelevant.
"Whoa"! I say! Woah! Suddenly
Incandescent light roars all around
Quite quickly
I've become suddenly shot back down
I can hear strange dissonance, hallow harmonic sounds
Visions are fleeting, but the scenes flash like packs of hounds
Running through the forest, on the trial - - -
I am nature creating pathways like rivers
I am creation nurturing the ascension of trees because they're high
I am the willow tree unifying some heavens and Earth,
The one culpable, mess of a man responsible for having a *****
I could be the ruler of chaos, but
I'd rather be the believer in truth she teaches - Venus
Awake, and back to a recognizable reality, I step out of bed
Head to the shower to ponder over the place I'd just been
And the rest of the day, try and implement what I feel is right
Not by saying to much but by listening and,
By letting another know that it's okay, that sometimes you just have to give in
I'm right here with you, you don't need to fight me, I don't have arms for this, no.
Help; is what I do and Help; is what we all receive, this is okay too.
Will you wounder with me, there's no side of the fence
I love you.
This will all be something soon. (?)
Spine like an arrow
Brian like a bow
This vessel is rooted deeply
Rear this soul, out I go
etc...
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
As seen on T.V.
Profiles of women & men, too
"Vantage - is having ownership"
If only to guide your interests
May we make up the mind
& will you only know as much as ...
Or, forget it
Never seen nothing or felt nothing either
Astral travel
Not, so trivial
Desire, comfort, death
These can't talk to you
But you can't talk to you?
Will you,
Be beside you, find you & love you
Remember what's seen all around you is you
And hopefully was you, now that you've
Maybe now you can be you
For only a moment you're here
I like you for that
Turn away from the screen
Turn away from their screens
Turn away from our logic
Turn into something
Some one thing to turn into
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC