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 Mar 2015
Kelly Rose
Humor

She is often told
she has no sense of humor

But really....
It wasn't that she
did not enjoy the absurd
Or laugh

The problem is
she's just not funny

So strange...
you would think
humor and funny
are one and the same

Obviously not...
She sees the humor in that

Do you think funny people -
those who gift others with laughter
have a sense of humor?

Often
their fun-ni-ness
comes out of pain

Do you think they see the absurd?*

2/27/2015
krs
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
There is no light within, it is
But a singularity of darkness
That pulls all in, light will never
Be for all is swallowed within.

Consciousness is but a black
Tide on the shore of the event
Horizon, fighting, but it will
Always give in because darkness
Lives within.
We work for ourselves
He works for us

We work to live on
He works to enliven

We work from a place
He works every where

We work as we please
He works  to please us

We work for fixed hours
He works for all hours

We are the creatures
He is the Creator
His is the Nature
It is His nature.
This Mortal realm
we so take for grated
is but the crest of a wave
in the endless ocean
of Consciousness.
28.2.15
 Feb 2015
Traveler
We weather the storms
Standing tall in the wind
Holding tight to our dreams
We break or we bend

Existing is simple
It's living that's hard
We collect life's lessons
And save them in jars

In the heaviness of hearts
We begin to fade
Losing parts of ourselves
Along the way

Still we stand tall
Holding as tight as we can
Somehow growing stronger
In the inevitable end...
Traveler Tim
Re to 02-18
 Feb 2015
eunsung aka Silas
all i could do was complain,
my mind only saw the negative.
even my compliments,
had an air of criticism.

today, I can stop whingeing  
and get on with my life.
Little by little,
I can be fully present to my life.
So much to be grateful,
even when life seems so hard.

I am so grateful that I am alive,
and that I survived my own attempts at embracing death.

I still whinge now and then,
but I no longer live there.
They, who walk all over others
are always suprised to find themselves toppling
when the treadupon manage to drag themselves out from below them.

If you are among the treadupon,
as we all are, in one sense or another,
seek to assist they who find themselves toppling
despite it all.

We're all in this together.
Tread not upon others, nor allow thyself to be tread upon.
"Neither a borrower nor a lender be."

Seek not
to put thyself ahead of others,
nor to put thyself behind any other,
but, rather, to establish
that every individual and group
resides firmly upon an edge
of consciousness-
of transcendence-
of philosophy-
of experience-
of happiness-
of progress-
of Life.

That is the path we,
as the Human species,
must take if we are to quell the sadistic demon
known only as "Humanity,"
and transmute that energy into something we've long since forgotten-
if indeed we ever knew it at all.

This is a challenge
to cooperate and transcend cultural bias.
This is a call to action,
and that action is an end to intentional war;
political, economic, religious, social, and personal.

This is a plea
for us to seek edification within ourselves and everyone.

Rise to it.

listen to it.

Empathize.

Don't stop until it's done,
and, then:

continue
26.2.15
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
By 'materialistic', I mean in a philosophical sense; the school of thought which only thinks of "matter" as real.


"House of glass and cards so don't be tossin' your stones all around. You musta been soo high."
-Tool, The ***
 Feb 2015
wordvango
thursday came  and it was autumn again
green ran to where summer went
yellow and crimson orange grey
covered the world in colder winds
midday on thursday that day of bitterness
the sun burst through  intermittently
making autumn look beautiful
and down fluttered
the prettiest gold leaf
landed right beside me
said hello
I stuttered but
a leaf is mute
the tree that sent her to me said
no,
you are just out of tune.
Keeping time with
the old tree I rhymed
anew heard rhythm  
playing on autumns breeze.
I woke up then to
see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.
 Feb 2015
Traveler
To open the mind
I light a candle
To bring about change
I open my heart
To resolve my doubts
I examine my own
Judgmental contradictions
Then and only then
Does peace and tranquility
Have a place to dwell...
TT
re to 12-18
(Ideally, the reader is listening to Eugen Cicero's jazz rendition of "Hungarian Rhapsody No.2" by Franz Liszt. Were there only to be a link in the note...)

Everything
going into making this experience even possible
is so ******* incredible
that the very very very very least we could do
is learn how to some ******* respect and gratitude.
If not for the whole Universe,
at least for this opportunity to live
and for One-another
no matter how flawed or unideal the real is
regardless of what your epistemology says we can know real as-
keep it real:
real is what is made of it.
I think that's simultaneously the most frightening and liberating realization that one can have in this life-
say what you will about biology,
I'm quite content that the Body is a Vessel, not a pilot.
Science addresses the realm of the physical.
I have an intuitive suspicion that there's more to the universe and to our 'reality' and to our 'Self' than meets our particular **** Sapiens Sapiens sensory organs.
Of course, that's not to downplay the sacred art of Science,
nor the sacred Science of Art,
but that I simply perceive the Physical as a sort-of crystalline Echo
of that which cannot be perceived, named, or depicted
in any form
other than
Time.
Life.
Experience.
It's the pilot of your body's vessel that I'm trying to address now.

Does that make any sense?

You'd think you'd know if you knew,
but what if you'd just never thought of it like that?

You know-
We all suffering.
We all imperfect.
We works in progress,
but we all worth it.
So, show some ******* respect for this opportunity
and respect it and take heed
when people call it divine or sacred
because it is
even if the people that most often use those words sure are not.

None of that changes what simply is.
We all know that already,
we were born knowing;
t'is remembering that's the problem.

We all came from the same Source.
Everything had to have.
Bring the Source forth through what you do each and every day.
That Source, for lack of a better term, is God.
Or, any of various translations/conversions:
Jehovah, JHWH, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, Zeus, Jupiter.
Even Jesus, or Krishna.. Whatever.
I prefer the concept of the Tao; impersonal.
Pick your brand. You get the idea.

You have the powers of intention and manifestation.
You have the power of attention.
You have the power of choice.
This is why they fear you.
Not people; the Energies:
we're too mercurial for the Gods;
we can't even be trusted with ourselves!


Go all the way or go back-
but there's no going back shy of death,
so I guess we may as well go all the way
while we still have a shot at it.

Thank you for reading/listening.
Blessings upon thy Path.
--
Oh, there is one more thing:
if you can't have a childish and fun-centered sense of humour
about deep, lofty spiritual matters
then *******-
we must attend different schools
'cause I'm independent but draw influence
and you probably should be the same way.

Humor is a fantastic tool.
If your life struggle has not made you callous enough to make dark and twisted jokes about the very nature of the human condition,
I'll have what you're having
and if you're not sharing,
at least hook it up with the hook ups
if they're so worth having.
I mean, that's just etiquette!
;)
..so raw and empowering..

Something between a prayer, rap, meditation, rant and catharsis.


Putting energy out into the universe is a crazy ******* thing.
The thing about energy in the universe is that there's just so ******* much of it.. it's sort-of a big deal.

The thing about the universe is in the energy, man!

Also, Jamo, you were so ******* right.

Parts of this I was practically in tears writing,
at other parts I was even saddened!

I guess that's called "Art?"
Sure, we've got a box for that! Just throw it in!
Just, don't mind the breaking sounds..

This took an hour, and it was done for most of it!
Time to go sip some cool red wine in a warm bath
and see if that doesn't persuade my brain to wind down;
at this point it seems like it'd only be fuel for the fire,
but there's only one way to find out!

ROCK FORTH AND BE KNOWN.

Extra Credit:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9SZL0_1n7I

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 Feb 2015
Traveler
Is it evil or is it right
The death we face at the end of life?
Is there peace and all knowing
Do we reap the seeds we're sowing

Hear now the reaper's reasoning
Dust and bones, vultures feasting
Driven by an unknown calling
Life to death is but a stalling

I can not tell, nor can I dream
I can not feel your suffering
I can not ease your loved one's grief
Nor can I confirm your disbelief...

I am only a Reaper, heartless and cold
I put the end to growing old!
Traveler Tim
re to 04-18
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