You are not your Body,
but your Body is your Temple;
and your Temple is the only Altar
at which I'm compelled to worship.

The Goddess I know is present
The Goddess I know and love
The Goddess known to you as "I"
dwells within that earthly Temple
thus is thy Temple my Altar

I want to darken the room;
to turn off the lights
draw the curtains
and then to light candles
and disrobe our Temples
and lay upon a bed of satin
and to begin to carefully trace
the subtle curves, circles, arcs and lines of your Temple
with the lips, tongue, teeth and fingertips of mine
and to forget the sense of Time
we both know so well by now;

I want the Music of the harmonies of our Temples
to drown out the music of the turntable

I want the rhythm of our Love
to pulse so deep into the Night
that it comes back out the other side

I want the melodies we accidentally sing
to make the Moon and Stars blush with envy

I want to worship your Temple
in all the ways that we'd see fit;

I want us to moan in blissful, belligerent unison,
our eyes meeting with such electricity
that the spark creates ephemeral dim light
just before the magnetism pulls us together
and we kiss a kiss to end all kisses
just before we kiss a kiss to begin it all again.

I want this holy communion
under naked moonlight of Love
and I want to hold your Temple
until all Temples cease to be.

Time has no meaning
when we're apart.
Time has yet less meaning
when we're together.

I love you and your magnificent Temple,
my one and only Earthly Goddess,
and I can wish for nothing more
than to be able
to make you unable
to doubt it,
once more.

Melatonin is a conduit,
a flux for regeneration;
an endocrine neurohormone
that really only likes to secrete
when the Eyes are not stimulated;

that is to say
Sleep and Meditation
in this way
are Medicine of the Body.

Sleep more;
******, Self!
Sleep more.
If not, at least
Meditate more.

use it or loose it.

Crown Chakra; thorny,
Disillusion Manifest:
carrot on a stick.

It does tend to feel
as if my Third Eye is blight;
a personal Hell.

I seek to sometimes
use my Throat Chakra to rend
Shadow asunder.

At times, so it seems,
Heart Chakra seeks mere Pleasure;
hollow and fleeting.

Sometimes, it feels
as if my Solar Plexus
becomes a Black Hole.

O, Sacral Chakra,
Intuition's Harbinger,
mislead me no more!

Root Chakra; so raw,
so unadulterated;
such adultery.

Considering I
only get only this one chance,
I must persevere.

Hey man, what's good?

Good;
Is good.
It is good.
I am good.
Gin is good.
Air is good.
Art is good.
Tea is good.
*** is good.
Tao is good.
Zin is good.
Yin is good.
Life is good.
Zen is good.
Beer is good.
LSD is good.
We are good.
*** is good.
Love is good.
Cake is good.
Time is good.
Yang is good.
Wine is good.
Black is good.
Sleep is good.
You are good.
To be is good.
Syrah is good.
Logic is good.
Metal is good.
Piano is good.
Feet are good.
Water is good.
White is good.
Steam is good.
***** is good.
Legs are good.
Music is good.
Coffee is good.
Guitar is good.
Honor is good.
Poetry is good.
Colour is good.
Cheese is good.
Arms are good.
Cellos are good.
Portal 2 is good.
Respect is good.
T'ai Chi is good.
Writing is good.
Context is good.
Literacy is good.
Hands are good.
The Sun is good.
The Past is good.
Wisdom is good.
Humour is good.
Fingers are good.
Whiskey is good.
Friends are good.
Teaching is good.
Learning is good.
Thinking is good.
Empathy is good.
Dreams are good.
Cannabis is good.
The Earth is good.
Digestion is good.
My pets are good.
Harmony is good.
Discretion is good.
Shrooms are good.
The Moon is good.
The Stars are good.
The Future is good.
Meditation is good.
Experience is good.
Philosophy is good.
Spirituality is good.
Dissonance is good.
Knowledge is good.
Perspective is good.
Respiration is good.
My Guitars are good.
Being myself is good.
My lovers were good.
Civilization V is good.
My Computer is good.
Self-discipline is good.
Video Games are good.
Having a Body is good.
Having a Mind is good.
Team Fortress 2 is good.
Having a House is good.
Having a Mother is good.
Being a Philosopher is good.
Being an Autodidact is good.
Kerbal Space Program is good.
Being here and now as me is good.
Being alive as a Human Being is good:
Having this opportunity to experience this holy reality is more than I was ever guaranteed.
Thus I give thanks
to all of these things
and Thus I give thanks
for all of these things.
Thus I give thanks.

-

Some have tried to tell me
not to write as I see fit;
they wish to impose their rules and their taste
onto and into my personal expression.
My Art.

While I do always seek
honest and fair critique;
attempted Censorship
is outright offensive.

At heart, I'm a ******* Artist,
a slave only to my own Will;
not some ******* demagogue
merely sacrificing his own Quill.

**** 'em,
and their illusory book of unreal rules;
I'll write as I ******* please:
I'll write how I want
about what I want
as often as I want
on what I want
where I want
when I want,
and so can anyone else,
or so I think.
It can be so hard to tell..

I really hope I'm not special in that regard.
The pen is mightiest
when it refuses to compromise.

**** 'em
and their failed dogmatic domineering.
**** 'em
and their fake-***, ego-inspired rules.
**** 'em.
Once more:
**** 'em.
And, *lest we forget;
****
the living hell
out of
them!

(Though it would surely take a good while!)

Have you ever stopped to think
how much of your own Anguish
you've brought upon yourself?

Externalizing the source in a narcissistic tantrum,
One tends to find a scapegoat for One's own Shadow
and in turn disrespects the external Realm
almost as much as the internal.

Humility, Self-Discipline and Patience
are necessary for One to realize the truest sources of One's problems,
for many of One's problems originate within Oneself
and One then proceeds to socially pressurize others just to blow off One's own steam.

I am not immune;
I am my closest reference:
I reflect upon patterns in myself
which in turn help me to see them in others.

Although I am but my own case study,
I find it only reasonable that similar patterns would arise elsewhere as well.

Sometimes I just wanna start over,
to wipe the slate clean and start again.
Other times I'm glad the slate is still defiled.

Why is it so hard to live up to my own expectations?
To fulfill my own aspirations?
To grapple with these emotions?
To deal with this commotion?

Cognitive pollution, sensory delusion.
Mental illusion, emotional contusion.
Chaotic infusion, and ******-up institutions.

Sometimes it's hard to cope.
I just want to elope, to float
to make a clean escape from myself.
To go on vacation and not to invite myself.
To lock myself away within myself
with no on else around to remind myself
of how I so seek to find a way
to cope with myself.

There is no blame.
There is no blame.
There is no blame.
There is no blame.

There is no shame
unless you blame
or forget to learn
there can be shame,

but there is no blame
there is no blame
no room for blame
nor time for blame,

there is no blame,
no blame at all
there is no blame,
it will only stall.

No blame.
No blame.
Make thus thy mantra:

No blame.
::
THERE IS NO BLAME
AND NO SHAME
UNLESS YOU BLAME
THEN YOU BRING SHAME

for there is no shame
nor any blame,
unless you forget to learn,
or you yet yearn
to call for blame;
and endless shame
but there's no room for blame in this life of limited time
nor room for shame
nor to refrain yourself from anything but yourself;

no time for that
no room for that
it is only hate
and a grudge,
what a shame.

Work towards improvement.

I hold no blame
and try for no shame
in who I am and what I do.
Yet there is blame
and with it, shame
but what a shame
is this blame;

Work towards improvement.

There is no blame
in the face of such blame.
I cannot blame you;
but still I maintain
that there is no blame,
nor begrudging shame.

Work towards improvement.

There is no time for blame
nor room for shame,
nor need to blame;
I hold no blame.

No blame.

Gain.

Look,
the point is
there is no point,
so get over 'finding' one,
and start ******* making one.

Give a Centimeter, taken is a Light-Year.
Ask for an Inch, you're lucky to get a Centimeter.
Buy an Ounce, get a Gram.
Sell a Gram, taken is an Ounce.

Corporations are the ****** dealers of modern society:
Subsidized and Multi-Faced
Financial fronts for the Military-Industrial-Propaganda Complex.

They seek our cognitive tranquilization.
They seek our placification.
They seek our pacification.
They seek our inurement.
They seek our inurnment.

They're in it for their own profit and that of their friends,
as well as the perpetuation of sociopolitical-economic stratification;
not the happiness of the customers, or anything so ******* quaint.
-
"Satisfaction Guaranteed" doesn't mean ****
in this materialistic world.
A corporation saying 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' is like Monsanto saying it's milk is Organic;
A paper thin lie designed to get your money out of your hands and into their coffers forever.

Of course, their "Satisfaction" is "Guaranteed";
they have our money now,
and all we have useless, expensive toxic waste. (Literally and figuratively.)
The Swinepeople love that **** of theirs to roll around in.

The overwhelming nature of our Crapitiolism is underwhelmingly superficial.
-
"Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist; try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't welcome any change, my friend."
-Tool, Aenema

So it would seem,
the only difference
twixt Animal Behavior
and Human Behavior
is a capacity
for written
and spoken
Language.
-
---Epilogue--

According to various 'dictionaries,'
the word "anthrocentric" doesn't exist.
I, however, define it as the same principals of
sexism, ethnocentrism, or nationalism,
but applied to the perception
of a validated stratification of Human Beings
over the entirety of the Web of Life,
rather than to simply
the ***, ethnicity or nationality
of another.

I feel
the natural world around us
is far more sacred than we are-
although we are spawned of it.

I feel
it is so much more sacred
due to an absent respect for it
and the other beings
which it hosts so well;
so selflessly.

We **** Sapiens Sapiens
have defiled our own sanctity
via lack of respect
for ourselves,
let alone others Beings;
Human, and otherwise.

Apparently, that isn't very popular.

So many Egos
would rather depend on
intentionally small sample sizes,
while many Ids
would rather self-preclude
the challenge of self-observation
fore a mere and fleeting
(most likely destructive)
comfort.

I venture to say that is a present form of cowardice.

The Academic World, it would seem,
hasn't so much to do now with Philosophy
as with Sociology, Economics, and Dogma.

All 'the Man' has to do
is get the ball rolling:
we'll handle the rest.

That's the grotesque beauty of it.
That's why we're called a System.

Anyone
who does not aid you
to be the Character you are
only helps to water you down-
to sell you out to their world.

Moreover, anyone
who discourages you
from being your Character
isn't worthy of your attention;
they are an enemy of your creative potential,
that is to say that they are destructive
to the you that would be;
the you that could be-
perhaps should be.

Be a Freak.
Break social rules.
Defy expectations.
Play the Fool and own it, too,
lest the Fool own you.

What has the Fool taught you?
Have you been willing to learn?
Have you the capacity to teach?

Wouldst thou follow
Hermes, or Loki? Mercury? Thoth?
Or would they follow you?

*We need more Characters.
Fear not Card #0.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCgcgOAgq9w

-

The name is George Washington, but its the general to you,
or you could call me president one, not three or two,
and you probably heard a lot of silly stories about me,
but let me lay it down how raw it really used to be

I got a hemp operation back at the plantation
selling the stickiest **** around the new nation
so come run and find me if you wanna get high
***' honestly I got the bombest I cannot tell a lie

Pick it dry, of course I'm gonna try
bag it up and brick it and then just let them buy it
and if the Brits wanna come take a piece of the cut,
I'll raise a whole ******' army let em see whats what.

The kings like "yo I gotta get payed"
I'm like "tough ***** 'cause y'alls a whole ocean away
and you can try send some ships to come and make me pay up
but that's an awful long way just to **** deeze nuts.
You get my ******' message son?"
Take it, Thomas Jefferson


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
The Declaration of Independence
I wrote so high I'm surprised it makes sense
but we find these truths to be self-evident:
it goes puff puff pass and next round you get skipped.


Abe Lincoln; I know what y'all thinkin':
Greatest president ever, I'll have what he's drinkin'
Ah-ha, yeah, well see, that's where you'd be wrong
'cause if you wanna chill with me you'd better go and grab that ****
or an apple or that can, see you do not understand
faded 24/7 'cause that's just the way I am.
I can see you're having a little trouble believing me
but check this letter I wrote it down, recorded in history, ahem:

"Two of my favorite things are sitting on my porch
and smoking a pipe of that sweet Hemp," of course
that's a quite that I wrote when I was still in office
but enough of that, I am too high, I have to back up off this.

Where is my horse, I think I need to go and ride him home
I was supposed to leave about four score and twenty rips ago;
you see my hat? I like it, I kinda think it looks like a stove.
Scratch it; pass it one more time and let me hit it for the road.


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
And don't let 'em try and tell you we grew it just for rope
you can check what we wrote down in our harvest notes:
we separated seeds that we found more potent,
in layman's terms we were in to getting bent.


Smokin' out the Continental Congress,
everybody's ******* be like all up on us.
Patrick Henry's in the corner, lookin' pretty spent
Ben Franklin got so high he forgot to be President.

Your girl just said she never had it hit so good,
smoked so many trees my ******' teeth turned wood
and if they make a monument to me when I die
it'll be a giant abstract Joint up in the sky, ha ha!

But, you know they're gunna whitewash me;
make up some corny **** about me choppin' cherry trees.
It's hard to control a people if their Founder's a ****
so they'll just teach that I was all prayers, puppies and hugs.

But, that just ain't the way it was
we set this whole place up with a hell of a buzz;
so next time they try and to tell you that this stuff is wrong,
look at a dollar, light a blunt, ******' sing my song:


Sell drugs, run guns,
nail ***** and **** the law. (**** the law!)
We're Founding Fathers; we're Rushmore ****
and we were all high as *****.
The Declaration of Independence
I wrote so high I'm surprised it makes sense
but we find these truths to be self-evident:
it goes puff puff pass and next round you get skipped.

We're the Founders, and we found this
and we found this on Cannabis.
We're the Founders, and we found this
and we found this on Cannabis.

Mount Rushmore Crew;
A stone monument to some monumental stoners; a-ha-ha!
G. Washington, T. Jefferson, and A. Lincoln
and **** that other guy; Calvin Coolidge?
Whoever the ****...
We history.

"Hah! You look so ridiculous!
What are you, some sorta freak?"

"Well, you look so status-quo,
very much like everyone else.
Wearing this, I'll meet interesting people,
wearing that, you'll meet boring people.
To be certain,
I am at least one kind of freak,
but at least I serve to entertain:
you're welcome for the free smile."

I wish I could want to talk to you.
I wish I would want to be your Friend.

I once thought you were so cool.
I once wished to get to know you better.

Now I wish only to forget.
Now I wish to move directly on.

I once was enthralled by you.
I once respected you greatly.

You had plenty of chances
to get out of it like a decent ******* human being
"maybe we aren't right for eachother"
I would try to suggest
and you would shove those words
back down my ******* throat
in a volley of self-righteous fits.

You
"had to love another"
to see the worth of my words;
what a ****** excuse
for such a known closet ****.

I say "****"
because I disagree with such debauchery;
I, who once partook,
to a certain extent
have come to see the folly of such ways,
to a certain extent
thanks to you.

I wish I could abstract my conscience
from any sense of morality;
you've got talent.

I thought you were better than that.
Turns out I was in denial
of all the things I'd heard
from your list of prior exes;

no wonder you ****** so well;
no wonder you ******,
you ****;
no ******* wonder.

Now I am inspired by you in was I never wanted to be;
Now I am compelled to give you the cold shoulder
until I can shatter the remnants of you out of my life
once and for all
like a thing frozen
in liquid Nitrogen.

I wish I could be your Friend;
I wish I could love you;
I wish I could stomach even the very thought of you;
but, to be perfectly and brutally honest:

I can't say I lament such is not the case.
I can't say I ever want to write about you.
I can't  say I ever want to think about you.
I can't  say a lot of the things I've said before.

Tou-*******-ché;
a child with post-pubescent physical maturity.

You don't deserve the warmth of even a cold shoulder.

I can, however, honestly say
I realized at some point in the last couple months that it came to be
that I was more used to your presence
than it was that I loved you;
you became moreso  familiar than compelling,
though nevertheless,
less and less comforting.

So,
the best course of action for me
for the sake of my Self, Sanity and Health,
was, and still is, to change my habits
and to minimize those bad ones:
Some of which are Things,
others of which are People,
and, this time, one of the People
with whom I'd made a bad habit of keeping company
just so happened to be You.

And I'm generally much happier now,
and part of me hopes that you are too;
yet a part of me still truly hopes
that you haunt your own Nightmares.

Go and **** someone
and **** up those who love you
tryin' to fill that Void
from which you're on the run
on the inside

The Gravity will only grow.
The Gravity will only grow.
I hope you choke on it.
I hope it ***** you down.
I hope it swallows you whole.

The Gravity will only grow.

Sorry,
but not really.
Not honestly.
Not earnestly.
I don't think you deserve an apology.

I don't enjoy writing this
but it does help clear my head.
It's healthier to share the expression
than it is to brood and let it boil over.

I don't think you really deserve
this level of attention or energy of mine
but, evenso,
here I sit
typing this
****
and
it
even came
to the point of
"sorry".

Don't take it for granted.

Ich bin von dir angeekelt;
Du kotzt mich völlig an.

We don't know it all:
Things aren't as we may think, yet
things still seem to work.