..neither
good enough a mason or carpenter
to burn bridges
so quickly
and still have anywhere to go.

There's always more to talk about,
but not always more to say.

Drop selfish ideas
of what should be,
and seek to accept
what is.

One may find
One obstructs and occludes One's Self,
and thereafter may One find peace
in each and every day.

I'm sure he'd approve,
but there is something endearing
about reading Bukowski on the toilet.
You even get to wash your hands afterwords.

Teaching by Example
can be rather difficult
in a World where people seem to refuse
to learn how to teach themselves,
let alone have the humility
to concede the very fact
that there has been opportunity
that they have opted to miss,
however consciously.

To learn
is up to One's self;
no one else can, let alone will, do it for you.

Attention to detail goes a very long way.

Here, our eyes
be so set on tomorrow
we forget all about today.

Here, we're so progressive
we've run our own head
firmly up our own ***

It is cyclical,
after all.

Though we may be
at times a bastion of Culture
we're also e'er so Cultish,
though not for Jim Jones
at least not anymore
but rather for politics, actors and phones.

With such a spectacle
of utter sensory prostitution,
it's no wonder so many
choke willingly on pollution.

Though I may indeed blaspheme,
I do so only because of what I have seen.
California is not the rule or exception
but rather an epitome of US deception.

As if the person behind the camera,
it films for the demographics
what the directors want to be seen
Nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else.

Ratings are key
so it would seem
and, alas, tragedy
grips us deeper than joy.

California may be home to happy cows,
but what about the people? The workers? The artists?
Is money really a substitute for a fulfilling journey of life?
It seems for some it is, and if that someone is you,
then have we got the property taxes for you.

This, though a rant it may be,
is only a limited perspective of me
fueled by disappointment and irk
though quenched by many a cultural perk.

We may have our head up our *****,
but at least we entertain the doped masses.
We, perhaps, may be hipsters and sensationalist,
but, at the same time, we're among the greatest.

And that's terrifying.

If
One does not
clear out clutter
on a regular basis,
then,
One can not
fully utilize
the vessel,
be it:

One's Home,
One's Car,
One's Desk,
One's Hard-Disk Drive,
One's Inbox,
One's Cup or Bowl,
One's Activities and Routines,
or the ultimate vessel:
One's Mind and Self.

Maintenance is key
for longevity;
Emptiness is key
for creativity.

If One's Mind and proclivities
are not conducive to new arrivals,
One is intrinsically handicapped
in terms of potential.

I disbelieve
this is coincidence.

The only thing
One is ever simply given
is a mortal vessel
by which
One can experience and interact.

None will ever
simply give thee up
what One wants:

One must get up
and go out
and seek it
Oneself.

"Please? I'll pay you back!"

"You know, if I had a nickel
for every time someone's told me that,
I wouldn't need to be paid back."

Capitolism, n.

A system of Bankocracy tending towards Bankigarchy wherein morality is second to profit and people are worth less than their money, especially so the less money they have.

Don't practice
and **** up
and acquire finesse and skill,
but, rather,
pay a fuckton of money
and get some gimmicky ****
to fill that void
in your ego instead.

What unearthly curse is this,
to have such an earthly shell?

Reality, such as this,
could be so easily
either my Heaven or my Hell,
but I know it's both.

Willing suspense of disbelief
doesn't just apply to movies anymore;
I know now that it is why
I think of this as "Reality."

I know better then that,
yet my body is just that:
physical, umbilical, finite,

mortal.

Carpe Nunc;
seize right now.

I just want to be happy
but I just can't seem to shake
this momentous grief and regret.

I am asunder
my world is raw and painful;
I feel so lost, confused, scared
and alone.

Worthless..
Insignificant..

**** this feeling!
Make it stop!
I want to tear my brain out
and to tear my heart out
so I'd just stop feeling
but I just can't.

I want to hang myself,
to shoot myself,
to bleed myself dry.
But I just can't.

I must struggle through this..
somehow.

Who once was my greatest comfort
now haunts my increasingly fitfully acquired dreams.
I can hardly sleep, eat, get excited about anything,
or motivate myself to get out of bed when I can sleep.

I want to be numb
I don't want this;
**** me for being this vulnerable;
I must struggle through this.

I looked forward to a time of renewal.
I had hope for the future
******* CRUSHED.
SHATTERED. DESSICATED.
I WANT NO FUTURE.
I SEE NO FUTURE.
YOU TOOK MY HEART AND SO THOUGHTLESSLY SHAT ON IT.
WHAT AM I TO DESERVE THIS?
**** ME. I WANT TO DIE.
**** ME. I HATE MY MIND.

**** being cast from Grace like this.

I miss my Father,
I miss my Child,
I miss my Child's Mother.

I miss a lot of things;
but there's no going back,
ever.

I miss so much;
how Happy I once was,
though I thought myself in Despair,
and maybe I was,
but I know now the taste of true Despair.

I miss so much;
how Simple Life once was,
though I sought more Complexity,
and it worked,
but I now appreciate Simplicity.

I miss a lot of things;
but there's no going back,
ever.

I miss my Father,
I miss my Child,
I miss my Child's Mother.

One has Died,
one lives with another Family,
and the other is going to College out of the State,
respectively.

I miss a lot of things
about the Past;
but I have to accept
there's no going back;

Ever.

Sometimes my Music and Writings
are created in the Worst of Times,
Other times my Music and Writings
are created in the Best of Times,
At still other times, they're simply created
when the Time is otherwise right.

Please keep in mind my expressions usually are most vivid
when I need them to be;
in order to clear my mind of the Negative
or express my joy at the Positive
or simply to create a new thing:

My Art is a snapshot
of my present state of Mind
and does not necessarily reflect
who I am on a day to day basis,
though those tortured and elated aspects
are always indeed aspects
of who I truly am.

Creating art is feeling it out.

What better way
to celebrate Life
than to tempt Death?

"It's all good: I know how brains work..
..well, I know how they can not work."

"'Ch'ain't careful, y'all just might develop som' character, boy!"

Matter is a conduit for Consciousness;
Your Body is a Prism for your Self.
Chakras are sub-prisms
each tuned to a specific vibration
a specific state of being
a specific aspect
of your specific being

They who seek that everything else changes for them
could be said to be most needing to change, themselves.

To seek control outwards
is to lack control inwards.

"I haven't changed;
you've never known me.
But, not to worry:

Nor have I."

Sometimes my mind has been known to arrive at different destinations with the same information.

One's Mind is as a Prism
One's Body is a Mirror;
One's Reality is a reflection
of that Prism on that Mirror:

The functionality of one's Prism
becomes apparent
as the images reflected upon their Mirrors
become manifest:

We ourselves are all Sacred Mirrors;
Our lives are Divinity itself
and our Bodies are the Cathedral
where Art is stained-glass windows and Prayer
all of which built as an effigy to the Godself
in order to re-acknowledge the Godself
and to defy the Illusion of separation
inherent in our mortal Existence within this
Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
we've come to call the Universe.

We ourselves as well as all that we perceive are Reflections of the Divine,
thus collectively and holistically All becomes a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors.

"Knowledge gives power.
Character gives respect."

-Bruce Lee

What is Life
but a cosmic Dream?

What is the Cosmos
but the song of Energy?

What is Energy
but a unit of potential?

Hence:
what is Life
but a song of potential?

To willingly allow One's potential to go the wayside
is the only true Sin, in my book.

Which came first; A.D.D./A.D.H.D.,
or a subconscious unwillingness or perhaps even inability
to give half a genuine **** about anything going on?

I believe social, media, technological, and habitual programming
are at least some of the antecedents to these Modern chemical scapegoats:

Bureaupharmipseudocures, baby!
Causing more problems
justifying more Pharms
making some people rich
depriving and inuring the rest
almost as if depicted in
BRAVE NEW WORLD

Beloved, distracting, ubiquitous Handheld Devices
with cameras, speakers, headphone jacks and microphones
which, at any given moment,
can just as easily be used by you
as be used by Big Brother to keep tabs on you
through GPS, recorded sound and video, transferred and stored data, and company records
almost as if depicted in
1984

"HOLY ******* ****!"
I practically hope you're saying
(ideally, this is old news)

"FOLLOW THE MONEY."
I hope you're realizing.

IT ISN'T THAT HARD, FOR NOW,
THANKS TO THE INTERNET.

Without the internet being a public, secular (in terms of politics) entity,
it would be neigh impossible to follow the money
without extensive efforts made by very brave and hopefully cunning *******.

Our minds affect what happens.
Both directly and indirectly.
Because it drives the vehicle of our
bodies and otherwise. It can be
constructive or corrosive. It's your choice.