#beings
There's a being out there we call existence and on his back we live.
Few know he is there. Even fewer care.
The world we know sprouts from the life he has gifted us.
He breaks his back hauling us through day and night.
His limbs have grown frail with hunger, for he has given all his nutrients to us, and we take without a thought for him.
When we rebel and do harm to one another we cause harm to him as well.
He is a parent– feeling all things so that his children may be free.
His hands and knees are bloodied and ragged from crawling, while we do nothing to lighten his load, only to weigh it down.
His eyes are bloodshot from watching us tear each other apart.
They weaken with grief as he sees his children suffer at their own hands.
His lips are raw from screaming our names, from whispering directions which we ignore.
His tears only exist in memory for he sent them all to us so we may have water to drink.
His skin is shriveled from ******* the moisture from his body and instilling it in ours.
His chest is eroded from holding us close as we tremble in fear and in sadness.
And still, he endures.
For you. For me. For this fragile world he nurtures. For the hope that we will one day open our own eyes and see him– not as a myth, but our maker.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
People are matter
that works together and learns --
what it shows to be.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 2:21 AM UTC
Buckethead's effects: bucketbots
beings alive just, charging, set alive feelings
Pondering Buckethead's passing,
privacy unmasked publicly.
Unless legacy remains,
mystery faces misery.
Masks not mirrors,
bots, yes mirror Buckethead
bots, unmask not Brian
masks' white black mirrors.
Bucketbots' DNA carries BucketheadLand's NDA,
originals versus replicas.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 8:58 AM UTC
Should I come to you
cause I'm feeling something for you
should I take a step or not?
cause I don't want any more contrasts.
Would it be ending last?
because I want to make it too far.
Would it be sailing a ship?
because I want to make a long bridge.
The bridge that will take us to the wellbeing of
the growth of two loved beings.
Will, I'll be marrying you or not?
and so I still get those second thoughts.
<3
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
It’s when I talk about you to the stars that lights up the sky.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
do you think, when god created us,
they immediately realized their mistake?
the angels must have hated us
they should
they do.
imagine being the perfect epitome of a being,
only to be cast aside for those who create nothing but unbridled chaos.
"it’s what makes them perfect"
they said once, when one of the angels asked about it
"the chaos?" Gabriel asked
"their humanity."
i'm convinced none of them understood exactly what “humanity” means,
and we don’t either.
the day that i reach the end of the road,
when i meet earth, and my soul is the only thing left
and it just so happens
that the god I write about turns out to be real,
i hope they let me ask this question just once
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
At my age I lay here awake 3:00 AM on a Thursday Morning yet have to learn to remain still and allow The Lord to help heal my body from the chains of perdition that are constantly rattling at my feet. Fighting to bind me once more to allow my carnal self indulge in Earthly pleasures with a very short temporal joy and comfort that certain actions and activities allow us and our carnal bodies to become either energetic, overly happy, ***** obnoxious, sympathetic, lethargic, drowsy, unable to maintain proper posture to stand, odd quirks, excessive laughing, unusually hot or cold, euphoric, nervous, hyper or nodding, hypersensitive and lastly grandiose like feelings with boosted self confidence and shift changes in overall mood. For Thousands of years plants and herbal medicines have been created to aid nurture back to health the pain and suffering of the patient must use medicines especially the pain killing medicine administered and prescribed to people suffering from a bad car accident or a serious life threatening injury leaving them in constant excruciating pain needing to take the pain medicine for managing their hurtful pain the person must endure to heal yet only time can slowly heal things like such...the part that Doctors tend to leave out of their strict warnings about the medicines potential of abuse and alarming rate of people who become hooked to that mellow, easy warmth euphoric/dreamy/drowsy/slightly off balance feeling. Brings them a temporal time of peace joy and comfort...yet that feeling is the high provided by the medicines form of functionality throughout the human body. Slowly other drugs with similar potential of abuse is high are MDMA, ******* Methamphetamine, Synthetic Drugs, Nicotine and Alcohol. Ever since these Drugs became available in the streets millions of people turn to them use them and abuse them to temporarily create that sense of inner peace, fictitious joy, temporary solace, and take the way we feel and block us from displaying our true feelings masking our pain with a temporal method to not feel that pain and suffering if need to be able to alleviate those feelings of terrible pains become bearable to endure. All the other drugs I mentioned earlier also create a what may seem a solid foundation to stand upon to heal your stress, problems, certain circumstances and last but not least our spiritual struggles we carry with us. This medicating yourself with narcotics to balance and repair what the doctors have finally concluded I as a Mental Patient suffer from the Disease Of Addiction. This is only a mere example of the millions of other addictive behaviors and irresponsible acts we tend to try out to feel as if we are no longer prisoners of what our own minds hearts and bodies desire...yet this is exactly what we must avoid doing to ourselves because is not only wrong to do is unhealthy and has dire repercussions towards our life. Our focus should be figuring out how to spiritually grow up more become a more pure at heart, gentle, genuine, loving towards all, loyal, honest, servicing towards the elderly and disabled, helpful, overall well mannered, respectable and clean. The struggles we face on the daily are for man mainly 1.Females. 2.Finding Comfort 3. Finding Peace 4. Learning to be spiritually still and hear God's voice and gentle guidance through our daily battles 5. Finding Balance 6. Finding Strength & Hope 7. Remembering to put God always first in everything on everything in the presence of anyone 8. Prayer changes things unseen yet to the human eye for this gifts are slowly unlocked by practicing to use our extra sensory energies 9. Denouncing the World to be able to Live beyond this physical Life 10. Seeking God with all your heart mind and soul listening and obeying his commands directed towards your individual path of faith
Be aware we become desensitized towards the right things and our vision becomes blurry with heaviness settling in our eyesight the adversary tries all day and night daily 24/7 and yes 7 days a week to someway separate your relationship with our Lord making us stumble with traps and snares hidden in our lifetime blueprints learning our likes, dislikes, what we love to do and what we hate to be doing...then formulates ways to somehow interrupt your spiritual journey and provide you that same worldly temporary escape from my problems and refocus my energy on doing worldly things because when the Devil has us running around doing everything he asks of us to do you know daily day by day night by night slowly but surely that your body mind and soul quench for the presence of God thirsty for his water and hungry for his bread. The day is yet to come when I completely delegate myself to NOT ever use drugs again. Nevertheless, I am counting on God's hands and divine plan to finally click with me and start to work on it building the pillars of my faith stronger bigger and evermore beautiful. Knowing that he will never leave me and always and forever forgive my constant sin and nagging transgressions to be blurted out washed away by the holy precious sanctified pure and perfect blood of Jesus Christ. I am far from where I should already be but am no where close from where I began so thanks Lord am grateful to you for everything and everyone who choose to believe in me and allow me to vent it out. To God be the glory honor and everlasting supremacy and it's power to delegate perfect judgement upon the wicked generation of children who have given their lives to serve themselves their God and his system. I am not judging them at all am simply pointing out the obvious but yet even in a fog of thick darkness a state of profound sin and constant transgressions being thrown ed to God's throne he can still save them and shoe them the Light for they are lost souls without the Lord. I believe is never to late to say to yourself with dedication and a sincere open heart fixated on change...then God will for sure work on you till you become part of our sheep once lost now found by the Great Shepherd Herder Of Lost Souls. No sin is bigger than my God to handle. Remember that as long as Right fights off Wrong in your mind and heart still speaks in that secret tongue bestowing knowledge and wisdom with Firm Gentleness and Loving with an open heart...forgiving with sincere intentions but last and of radical importance to communicate with the Lord via Prayer ... and at least once or twice a week fast and utilize that fast to pray with extra emphasis on the lost ones out there seeking to be one day spotted by the Light Of God.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
Let me guess,
the world’s not fair and it’s against you,
Go on then, give up like you always do,
mope around feeling sorry for yourself,
What’s the matter? Can’t handle the truth?
Would you like me to sugar coat it for you?
Tell you that everything’s going to be fine
and come up with some easy excuse.
Well I’m not going to do that,
cos life’s not easy and you’re not a fool.
You keep acting like the victim all the time
Constantly saying how things aren’t going your way when,
the choice has always been right there in front of you,
You’ve got the tools,
A working brain, a functioning body
So get a grip and stop acting like you haven’t got a clue
Yes, “Life’s not fair”, and things aren’t always going to go your way,
tell me something new.
I hate to break it to ya, but the world isn’t gonna be laid out nicely in front of you.
Every time things don’t go right, are you just going to sit around and wonder why?
stay up late and cry yourself to sleep every night?
Is that really how you want to live your life?
Just become bitter and miserable,
don’t you ever get tired?
Tired of feeling so **** sorry for yourself
when are you going to get it?
the world doesn’t owe you anything, it never has,
so you need to get over this whole negative phase and leave all of that stuff in the past.
The biggest mistake is believing that you don’t have control over your life,
That it’s not a choice, when that couldn’t be further from the truth,
If you want something, you need to chase it,
The only person who can determine your success in life, is you.
You don’t like your job? quit,
Don’t see an opportunity? create one,
Things aren’t going to be handed to you on a plate
you need to work hard for your craft, you need to keep going until you get it done.
What you’re gonna learn is, life is complex,
You’re gonna fail and get rejected time and time again,
If it was easy, everyone would’ve won.
Is it going to be hard? Are you going to struggle?
Absolutely.
But don’t let that stop you from fighting for what could be a fantastic opportunity,
You’re fighting for the chance to be who you really want,
and that freedom right there, is worth any amount of money.
So stop saying you’re going to do something and actually do it.
at the end of the day, something worth having never comes easy.
You can’t keep playing the victim card your whole life.
Cos next thing you know it’ll all pass by in a blink of an eye,
You’re sitting there in your death bed -
wondering why you’ve stopped yourself from doing so many things in life.
There will be times where you’re gonna be stuck in jobs you hate
be around people you don’t like
that’s life.
and I’d be doing you an injustice to tell you otherwise,
it’s not always gonna be sunshine and butterflies,
it’s gonna be hard work, determination and in most cases, sacrifice.
but what you need to do is decide whether you’re gonna fight for what’s right.
Trust me I get it,
The world can at times seem intimidating and scary,
but it can also be incredibly wonderful - if you just let it be.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
we breathe the same air
we gaze at the same moon
we bask in the same sunlight
we drink from the same stream
we are children of the forest,
as beautiful as ocean tides
and galaxy skies.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
Black & white thinking
Respectfully lacks a meeting
Where two minds could both exist
Respectfully taking a risk.
All the holes & cracks
Actually point to what both lacks
A canyon growing vast
Based on nothing but the past.
Tree rings growing together
Will help everyone weather
Wood slices revealing
Our tree of life healing.
All those imperfections
Become organizing motifs
Informing we have choices
For turning over a new leaf.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
He performs an act of deformation
Because while the world seems to be
In a period of stagnation,
Out swarms his imagination.
The process of distortion is meditative.
Something natural about using
Force on an object stubborn yet
Submissive.
He casts it on fire.
Bends it
Pulls it
Throws it
Kick it!
Hit it!
Scrape it!
Tear it!
DESTROY IT
and see it destroyed-
Created into an imagined image.
His urge completed,
He marvels at his god-likeness
To bend objects at his peril
Taken out of its feral
In a process as natural and
Disruptive as
An earthquake or a tsunami.
And yet,
He bares no blame or shame for
Mimicking life in the dead and gone.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
The lies of nature
The nature of the beings
The unruly flow
The flow of the beings
The easily given words
The words of the beings
The meanings behind intentions
The intentions of the beings
The beings with beings
The real value and contradictions
The day of realization
The realizations of the beings
The like and unliked fits
The fittings of the beings
The only important of all
The trust of beings
The only trust that ever needed
The beings’ own trust in his being
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
We're all in life's long race,
Pondering on a distant place,
Where we are spiritual beings,
Our souls free beyond dreaming,
No, we can't take stuff beyond,
Immaterial thoughts to wonder on,
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Why wait for peace, no strife?
If we all had a Peace day today,
The world could unite this way,
A distant place, how far away?
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
and they began t' sing
marching single file
from the west
no masqued men were these,
these were
Kachina whitemen only saw in curio stories,
now,
approaching the old
prosper-specter
sitting full-lotus in his Barco-lounger, curbside-score,
from the land of too much good stuff
still, it's America, best effort men have made,
up to now.
The whole world has known since the International Geophysical Year,
1957, when the Symbolized Face of the Hungarian Freedom Fighter,
graced
the cover of Time, as Man of the Year before, when they lost
their war
and nobody cared, because
every body knew Disneyland is the Happiest Place on Earth,
where wishes can come true, and
that place is in America as sure as
blue fairy, you'real wish, Urielistical wish-grant,
Asrael and the others
singing backup
reload
when you wish
side-really… and a subtle shift in per
spect capacity
let be, just so,
and haps sub tile into layers of complexity re
because we, the people born to mature in the environs of Dublin
writ large, we
seers endowed with tele-vison, from birth.
The elders who watched the roll-out.
Aye, we watched
us evolve
to now
our future bright they say, a bright white light, then what
now,
we can say. The seals have been broken.
Nothing hidden now stays that way in ever,
and ever, as you know it, began
sometime
agone afore in some direction beyond your
ken, as it were when kenning the way of a knack was
as common as dowsers in the desert of my childhood.
What's in any name but what the namer seems?
Hey, yah way, tha'swhat I say,
tell me
what I say
Hey
Dancing shuffle footed single file
pass the white shirt black tie messenger from
the telestial king down Sonora way,
via
Yahoo, feel that tickle fo' a nickle, Hiram say come see
come feel
a boinin' in d' boosum through
the very crystal lenses
portal-ible model
through which Joseph of the name
Smith,
-- link back to Cain, through Tubal, via Na'amah--
-- set a breadcrumb, landmark, tag- say good old way
-- sign out don't break the story
through which Joseph of the name
Smith, came sayin an angel of light came with another gospel,
maybe the same guy the Galatians were warned to ignor,
re-legate-- re-read- start at the top
or all meaning is
like a song sung by Kansas, when we aren't there,
any more, than those wee
merest kachina jingle bells listing in the winds
but the Kansas chorus is stuck asif dust is all a simple
higgs-ified mind can manage to
regulate
without reading any ancient landmarks on maps of meaning
tattoo'd to the face in your mirror
in the darkest memory you hold
dear,
dearest,
your precious, in your Gollum-purpose state you know so well
protect it for all its worth,
with only your
strength
to lift
being the measure of worth-ship.
Ex-tol the worth of no bher-don born while in my state,
poor
un-gifted. I remain a mortal soul linked mitochondrially to thee,
for whom the bell
told. You heard, but you were tolled don't ask.
Listen, the same hunch that said, It don't mean nuthin',
when you say you know that,
you bet you do.
I slew this dragon, not you. I say what the map says.
The dragon died of natural causes, so now,
all its true-sures
is yers…
Crown o'glory moon shine
plumb pert-nigh perfect fiture
imagined happy place to a T, crossed
and I dotted
Bleibe Doch! This is where all the Faustian Losers left their marks.
This is not where I aimed t'be said the elder bro,
as the wastrel was welcome t'Dada arms,
the crucial critics rave
Sheiszkunst, who Rah!
isis throws
a party for the prodigal madrigal has returned
from the pig's sty
packing each redeemed pearl, his brother once
fed to swine.
bent low 'neath his pearl-loaded hump-pack, he lifts his head,
waves his
crown, Fini,
come see, he says.
where I live, nowadays.
This is that treasure, on another level
as you may imagine,
free, if
you accept charity.
{There's the rub, say professional older bro, I know, charity;
'taint fair,
s'foul some, some ne'er-do-well finds a
pearl in some pigsty,
I PUT THAT PEARL THERE FOR THE FUTURE
not now.
I worked
for them ****** pearls, I sweated, brow-sweat, lo and hi.
I hid them well,
only a fool would ever believe a treasure
could be found in such ****
but some fairy pulled a fast one, 'put a bean in little bro's ear,
so when the pigshit hit it began to grow,
sent a tendril to tickle a special spot,
just above the left ear,
right
there,
let's see diamonds, no
pearls,
any where we wish.
Let's say okeh, mark this spot, let us move on,
this is life. Let us see that more abundantly, while the poor
are safe and sound,
free as me to pursue haps past the frozen
disnified happy-ever-after WW2,
in the wake of Camus and ****** Wolves
---
splashes as the speeders pass, powered-row-row-rowing,
merrily mere ly wrong, not evil. Live on, next
is as you wish it were
someday, but in its diapers,
still. A we thinker thought awaiting effectual function,
as this trigger is pulled, in your space in time,
and another bubble appears,
portalish as mine-craft if ever there were
a subtle shifter of perception conspiring
A.I. see
a conspiracy with Lex Fridman infected by
Lynning Skyward
though a wave of old Radioman vibes,
played with plastic spoons
a famous peace march by
Kenurchka Klumpen, Sera-serah-selah-sinnade in B-Natural
and the last to leave broke the right arm from the doll,
sealed the dirt box one measure by one measure
deep and wide,
That seal was broken, 1957, approxi apriori right
arm dis
allowing
the left to change this next to come, sym-bolische
ified in the one-armed bandits left behind,
the bet. The die cast. Foccinaucipilinihili or holy
happy hunting ground, imagined in the land of too much good stuff.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
We cover her skin with long trails of asphalt roads
We fill her waters with plastic waste and burnt out cigarette butts
We overwhelm her atmosphere with toxic smoke in a million different ways
We throw bombs at her body while fighting with one another
We bury burning garbage beneath her flesh, hide our waste beneath her flesh, constantly build build build beneath her flesh
We **** her animals, we **** her trees, we **** her oceans and her seas. We **** her land and her sky.
All she did was give us a place to call home. How selfish can we possibly be?
Take care of the earth. She needs you.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
I was once faced down
locked down in the crowd
overwhelmed with the dust
lost, no one to feel proud.
I too Neva cried
Neva got tired
Neva Eva felt denied
keeping myself up i made myself tight
finding hope in green
i smoked that shesh every time
going up i changed my life.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC
The world is brighter
And becoming more clear
As i come to the conclusion
That there is more than just here
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
I pray
that beings
learn to love beings
instead of things.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC