Wisdom has much time;
folly but had much time.

Any fool can condemn, criticize and complain. Most do.
Myself included.

Never compromise thy Light.

Though, in Dark Times,
thy Light may seem irrelevant,
please do try to bear in Mind:
Darkness is but absence of Light;
and thus, I'm compelled to reiterate:

Never compromise thy Light.

When I fell in love with you
I thought I knew myself.
I told you all about who I thought I was,
and I might have been right.
For the time being.

Now I know that I don't know myself
and that everything changes
including my self.

I no longer feign understanding of who I am,
I just have to live and find out.

Words make things seem so simple. So concrete.
In 'reality', nothing is further from the truth.

I am a myriad of things which constantly change in a plethora of ways and which defy definitions.

Not only do I not know what will change, nor how, nor why,
but I also don't know when nor how quickly.
Not to mention what events these changes may set in motion,
or what motions they may stop.

It is evident that some things have changed.
In me. In you. In the world. For better and for worse.
Some things have indeed stayed the same. For better and for worse.
Some events have been set in motion. For better and for worse.
Some motions have been stopped. For better and for worse.

We need to allow things to change or stay the same.
For better or worse are matters of perception
and thus are relative to each individual
for better or for worse.

(Join in, my-
Join in, my Child, and listen...
...diggin' through
my old, numb Shadow)

Shadow's sheddin' Skin,
I've been pickin' scabs again.

I'm down, diggin' through
my old muscles, lookin' for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly,
clearing out what could have been
I've been wallowing in my own
confused and insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over
or a word to guide me in,
I wanna feel the changes comin' down,
I wanna know what I've been hiding
in my Shadow,
my Shadow;
change is coming
through my Shadow,
my Shadow;
sheddin' Skin,
I've been pickin'
my scabs, again.

(Join in, my-
join in, my Child,
my Shadow moves
closer to meaning)

I've been crawiling on my belly,
clearing out what could have been.
I've been wallowing in my own
chaotic, insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me;
feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis
and cleansing I've endured in
my Shadow,
my Shadow.
Change is comin';
now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory;
contemplate what I've been clinin' to;
Forty Six and Two ahead of me.

I
chose to live and to
grow;
take and give and to
move;
learn and love and to
cry;
**** and die and to
be;
paranoid and to
lie;
hate and fear and to
do
what it takes to move through;
I
choose to live and to
lie;
**** and give and to
die;
learn and love and to
do
what it takes to step through.

See my Shadow changin',
stretchin' up and over me.
Soften this old armor,
hopin' I can clear the way by
steppin' through my Shadow,
comin' out the other side.
Step into the Shadow!
Forty Six and Two,
just ahead of me.

Love-making and *******
don't have to be mutually exclusive-
just like tame and eccentric,
or introverted and extroverted.
Level-headed and insane.
Wise and foolish.
Yin and yang, man.
Each has it's place
'pon this crazy ******* journey
we, in English, have come to call
"Life"
and sometimes
they overlap
in a funny way.

Balance is qi.

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.

The Universe
is a manifestation
of the Music of the Godself,
and I am a personification of that Universe.

Music is not my Medium; I am that of Music.

The Universe at any given time
is the "All-Chord" of that moment;
The Harmony of all that is,
implying a motion
forward in time
perhaps towards resolution?

Not if Entropy has anything to say about it,
which, by now, it certainly seems to.

What a queer Symphony is this Existence,
that implores Entropy to be Maestro!

A Babushka Doll Set of Paradoxes,

*Perfect!

When my muse eludes,
I pick up my Guitar;
and when that fails,
I seek the (albeit sometimes symbolic) Pen.

When that as well fails to impress the Divine within me,
I regress to something much, much closer to home;

I Meditate.

Neither speaking to nor being spoken to by the Divine;
Asking not and seeking no Answers;
trying to be content with this.

Just Meditate.

Do not stare it in the Eyes
for it is the Void itself;
the Mystery itself;

Meditate.

Look into the Pond in which you're standing
and try standing still enough long enough
to let the ripples and sediment settle;
to be able to see thy Reflection;
Such is Mind:

Meditate.

Realize that you are a Fractal of Manifestation;
a pattern begot of patterns upon patterns upon patters
throughout time upon time upon time;
symmetrical in a parabolic sense, perhaps even circular;
Birth, life, death, (etc.?).

--
Universe:
The all-encompassing Chord:

A
Fractal
Manifest.
begot of the One;
relatively horizonless,
each point sees itself as Center;
when really there is no Center,
except the Center
relative
in time;
Now.

Ich habe es satt am Leben in dieser Welt zu sein.
Ich habe es satt im Sozialkreise zu laufen.
Ich habe es satt falsch zu sein auch wann ich ruhig bleibe.
Ich bin in meinen Mitmensch bitter enttäuscht und habe keine Lust mehr ihm zu vergeben.
Sie gehen immer zu weit.
Ich bin mehr Wohl gesinnt gewesen als sie je verdient gehabt haben.

Ich muss ebenso geduldig warten.

Sometimes I feel that I oughtta be Muslim on Friday, Jewish on Saturday, and Catholic on Sunday,
just so I can justify my Lust to go outside  and stone the ******* construction workers next door(s)
three days of the seven.

**** CISPA and the Government Officials who support it.
**** CISPA and the Government Officials who support it.
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**** CISPA and the Government Officials who support it.
**** CISPA and the Government Officials who support it.

I wrote this back in July;
I was going to leave it private due to "personal discretion,"
but I feel that allowing it to be openly read will be good.
I've posted and taken down this poem a couple times,
but this time I'mma leave it up for they who are interested.
---
If physical ******* closeness
equates to you Peace of Mind,
then go **** them all, ******,
and I hope it ******* works.

Though, ******, I think you'll find,
there won't be Peace of ******* Mind
unless the person you tend to ****
is the person you tenderly ******* love;

I know it can be ******* nice
to just be close and ****,
but even then, a simple ****
is never ******* simple.

I respect your ******* right to chose
to **** without a thought of your ******* "love"
but it is that it was so ******* easy
that makes it hurt so ******* much.

While I'm sorry to be writing this,
I know ******* well I shouldn't be.
It's as if you embarked on the Path of Revenge
without the foresight to first dig two Graves.
I'm not going to ******* dwell and brood;
I'm going to express my ******-for mood:

While I appreciate your ******-up honesty,
and don't mean to make you regret it;
you ******* had an opportunity to chose,
and you sure made your ******* choice!

You ****** it up.
You ****** him.
You ****** her.
You said you didn't know why,
but you sure ******* did it anyway.

I forgave you twice, ******.
You wanted me mad at you.
Then, you ****** him and
got what you wanted.
*******;
******* two.

Don't you regret it?
If you somehow didn't,
I bet you ******* do now.
You've made your choice,
now live with the consequences.

You've ******* sickened me.
Third time's a charm.
Maybe it's a ******-up Karma
for how we got together;
"I don't do this kind of thing"-
*******! It's become a trend!

Maybe I should have gone and ****** my ex, too,
the day before our friends' wedding
without even a ******* thought of you, Love.
What a Lover you proved to be!
Congratulations, you ******* sickened me.

You don't have to say you're sorry,
I know you are; if you have a heart.

I respected you.
I trusted you.
You ******* disappoint me;
maybe you're better off this way:

So, I wish you the best of ******* luck
with whomsoever it is you decide to ****,
but, being hit yet again by that emotional truck,
this time it's yourself who you can go and ****.

[Stop and Breathe]
[Calmer]

I do still ******* love you,
though I don't ******* know why.
That's what makes it hurt so much;
it makes me sort-of want to die.

**** this feeling,
and ******* for leading me to it.

I do still love you,
though I don't ******* know why.
I will try not to hold it against you,
I will try to rise above such a Grudge.
[Stop and Breathe]

**** this feeling
and ******* for making it so real.

I do still love you.
[Stop and Breathe]
You don't have to say sorry.
Just be sorry
for a minute.
-
[Calm:]

You are young.
You have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
You need to be free.
You need time.
Live for now.

I, too, am young,
I have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
I need to be free.
I need time.
Live for now.

We are all young.
We all have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
We all need time.
Live for now.

I'm happy I get to help you, I'm sorry it can hurt.
I truly mean no harm; I seek Catharsis.

Catharsis is a form of Self-Discipline;
to be able to be there for your self;
to not **** it up for someone else just because you're peeved.
To outlet things constructively,
if sometimes offensively,
in order to further your self
and your self-understanding.

I do still love you,
for what it's still worth.

Maybe after the tides have changed
after the ******* firestorm of pain has subsided,
we can try again to hang out
but, I must say, I wouldn't hold my breath;
******.

It's all fun and games
until someone takes it personally.

"What is this, the '80s?!"

"What are you, chairman of the
'Let's Break It Down and Cram It Into Boxes' Committee?
I don't give a flying funk what decade it is,
I'm gonna wear whatever helps me to feel alive,
even if it's a little unconventional or perhaps dated."

Say it in Arabic,
you're a Terrorist.
Say it in German,
you're a ****.
Say it in English,
you're a Patriot.
--
Sag es auf Arabisch,
du bist Terrorist.
Sag es auf Deutsch,
du bist ****.
Sag es auf Englisch sagt,
du bist Patriot.

Sometimes, when i ask
"would you like a hug?"
what i mean is
"i could really use a hug."

Maybe i should **** it up
and learn to ask for more hugs.

At least
eighty-five percent *(≥85%)
of what One wishes to think
is but an echo in One's own head.

Bestrebe nicht
zu bemängeln und zu entkräften,
sondern eher
zu lernen, zu wachsen, und zu verstehen.
-
Do not seek
to criticize and refute,
but, rather
to learn, grow, and understand.

Fiction is just as real as History:
both are authored,
yet one tends to be more genuine.