#watts
How doth the little chupacabra
Improve his lizard scales.
Abracadabra and candelabra,
He showers when it hails.
His favorite thing to do is eat:
His favorite food is goat.
Salut, salut et bon appètit,
His favorite part's the throat.
Females, the locus of his focus,
Attract him and repel him.
Harum scarum and hocus pocus,
They scorn him when they smell him.
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
Remember
Eternal silence
Before the breaking light
The trees outside
With all their color
With all my color
Tumbling down
Decaying
Into black and white
A sinking feeling
Origin unknown
Fleeting dreams
(Some mine, some not)
Absurdity moves through us
Random thoughts collecting
In the gutters of my mind
Meaningless
Noise
Concealed within a single teardrop
Falling from a roof top
The final step
The last breath
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
Duality is not reality
Illusory fractality
All is one in actuality
Merely flow, factually
We spew distinctions and categories
Reinforced with teachings and allegories
Form begets function and hides the true junctions
Structures simplify our senses so we do not swiftly die
To live as one, connected to all
Is oddly not compatible with life
When peace is necessary for strife
The rise just a part of the fall
There’s no reason to avoid the knife
For survival we must throttle this expanse of information
Categorize and segment
Love, despise, and fragment
Place labels of good and bad
To navigate the moral landscape
To function as one in the part of the whole
But in doing so, we split our soul
These labels surely take their toll
They hide the unity of you and me
Strangle the beauty to simply be
They keep us from being free
There is no light without dark
No flame without spark
There is no cold without heat
No slow without fleet
No better without worse
No life without the hearse
Death and life two sides of the same coin
You and I seem separate but are in fact joined
These invisible lines divide and try to hide
That we are all beautifully, inevitably, intertwined
To see past these illusions
We must accept flowing fusions
Every cause has an effect
We are spiraling specks
Coalescing and creating
Forming and making
Finally breaking
The cycle continues
Eternally, infernally
Or ceaselessly, peacefully
For me
This connection is a gift
A resurrection from the rift
The void is void when we don’t avoid it
If you are me and I am you
There is truly nothing left to do
I float and live and love and die
I find little interest in finding out why
Instead I just seek to live in truth
Love
Impermanence
Equanimity
Realizing control takes a toll
Surrendering control is the goal
We are all just a part of the whole
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
do me a favor aight
when you go switch off the lights
close the door behind
you
pay attention to the lock it
makes a sound pay attention
do me this favor
you gotta do it cause
shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere
ain't no fun though as
gang colors in the nineties
tag watts
tag berlin
tag harlem
shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere
for twentyseven years
do me a favor aight?
i've been looking for a brother
i've been looking for a mother
nobody knows about it
they don't know and they
don't have to
when they interrogate you
about last night
when they ask tell em:
i was asleep at night
as civilians do
no talk about turf
no talk about extortion
no talk about capital crimes
private matters
wat matter is you
lock the door baby
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
Cloud and water
Is a way of thinking
Of presumptive of being
Which calms the minds
Of those who see shadows
In every corner
And demons in every shadow alike
Cloud and water
And perfectly shapen sky
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
A dither of doubt
Doesn't do justice to this
To the self inflicted wound of how
Carved out like wood
And collapsed like stone
The engraving is known
And read often aloud
To a mind bent on listening
To such wavering doubts
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
So if you really go the whole way and
See how you feel about the prospect of vanishing forever
If all your efforts and all your achievements and
All your attainments, turning into dust
Into nothingness..
What is the feeling?
What happens to you?
It's a curious thing
The most real state is the state of nothingness
That's what it's all going to come to
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
sliding under
sliding under
can you feel me
here in this
landslide
my love
my love
my
love
can
you not
feel me here
from the other side
here i am
here i am
here
i
am
in this
mud slides
rocks rocks rocks
stone me
rolling
home
what
from
this giant
watching
my
words
light
never less than shone
light light light
screams
from
darkest flight
oh
scream scream scream
minus me from water less streams
flow flow flow
teach my love
to
flow
here
i
am
an
row row row
ima front
row
seat
in
an
battleship
built complete
submarines submerged
slumbering
the
urge
hiding
sliding under
?
...
..
.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
There is one big illusion
We have a spacious room, where you are living on your own
Filled with perception
The concept of identity that you know
The limited illusion of the self
It only creates confusion
Because now we’re separated from eachother
Though we think it’s not
We only have to learn to
Let the e-go
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
you can feel yourself – not as a stranger in the world, not as something here unprobational, not as something that has arrived here by fluke - but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
The world is a system of interrelated components
None of which can survive without each other
Just as in the case with bees and flowers
They arise mutually
Mutual arising
Things go together in a connected net
The whole conception of nature
Is a self regulating mechanism
It has a totality
It all goes together
This totality is the Tao
The more you allow things in your surroundings to take place
The more order you will have
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
I had a dream that there was something inside it felt like a bubble only whole like rock it held me down to earth in a heavy warm way yet I felt light like I could be carried off in the wind at desire, and it gave me fear but I wasn't afraid only curious because it also gave me something I've never felt, it was constant and consistent with what I could only describe as joy, it made me feel lost so I searched everywhere in my dream for the source. At first I thought it was place so I traveled to every place I had ever been then I thought maybe it was face so I welcomed memories of past love and became flooded with several specific scenes like I was in a TV changing channels and several times I thought I had came close, but as the last person faded, darkness surrounded I had awoke, to my surprise I felt as if I was still in my dream. As I lay in the dark and felt it necessary to type this before much like all my dreams they fade into haze, and in this moment I came to an epiphany. It was no place, it was no person; in fact, it was no object in this world. It was us, it was not the things we did, done, or could do. It was us in the simplest light, it was our mind wrapped in body and soul, it was the way we made each other feel in every tiny little moment entwined with it like held hands laced, these tiny moments walked side by side to create this feeling inside. In these words whispered in my thoughts "love is every perfect moment" I lost all fear. True moment isn't something that can ever be taken, only given.
I knew that I'd always have this; I knew it was the perfect moment and it was intrinsic.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
I believe we are all innately energy. Energy can never be destroyed, but is subject to constant restructuring it's design while ever leaning towards entropy. How we can inadvertently give a part of ourselves that is then influenced and redesigned even further by the power of someone else's conscious mind, and then eventually spread so far and thin that it's as if we were never there beyond the grave as time passes. Beyond recognition. Take for example the lives we engage ourselves in. Have you ever sat down and said your name, given yourself an assessment of who you are today? Who you feel you are becoming through your actions and desires? Do you remember who you were years ago, or who you thought you might have been but had no possible way of ascertaining? We can't see the future (very far), but our imaginations allow us to dive in to possible futures based on our own self-cognitive intuition, desire, and furthermore by experiences of déjà vu. there are theories suggesting that our minds are so powerful that we send out electromagnetic impulses unconsciously which very well affect the world around us. I've had profound epiphanies like this a few times in my life, and it makes me think about my avoidance to be engaged in the present. And memory is biased towards our desire as well. We can repress our thoughts, blur years of experience, or forget them entirely. With all this said, I would like to end with a George R. R. Martin quote which concludes my belief that we are all inherently and innately forms of all types of energy, because for most, this is true.
"Men live their entire lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC