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Once I undertook a journey, upon the very face of our entire world. To view for myself the many pictures, and written descriptions in all the geography books and History Classes, National Geographic magazines and movies seen. A Quest to see with my own eyes what I had only experienced second hand. In my mid twenties, like a dream, one foot in front of the other, I went about exploring. I sniffed and tasted the scents of foreign lands, Incense, Sage and Frankincense, fish curry, fried snake and even monkey brains. Walked in lush Jungle Bush and Desert sands, Along the shores of Islands and the coasts of many lands. Heard the voices of 30 divergent Dialects and cultures, smiling and laughing with the families and children of all of them. Set beside the fires of primitive tribal men, heard their chants to their gods above, the moon, stars and the sun, the ocean, the land. Clapped my hands and moved my feet in their ancient mystic dances. Drank their tea, Kava or whatever they shared grateful for their offered unselfish brotherhood. Stood on the flanks of the tallest Mountains in the world, on my toe tips, to try to see the face of the God of my youthful teachings, disappointed when I did not see him, or Her. Found instead an inner tranquility, imparted to me by Red robbed Monks from within their chants of Peace and wise earthly enlightenments. Strolled the cobbled streets of two thousand year old Cities. Walked among the ruined remnants of nearly forgotten once great Civilizations. Explored Modern European Citadels' of wealth and learning. Over time rode on planes, ships, buses, backs of open trucks, Horse pulled carts and human drawn rickshaws, taxis, subways, rented motorcycles and cars.  Walked perhaps 1000 miles. In all a journey of the mind and heart lasting three years. And why you might ask, "What qualifies you as a pilgrim of any kind, to travel so far, and wide?" "What was I looking for, what did I hope to find?"   All indeed, fare questions. When a boy, I read a simple five word line, “Seek and thee shall find". Curiosity and Horizon Lust compelled me.   The next obvious question you might ask is, after all that; “What did you find?” That answer is very simple, I found myself.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
. . . . . . . . Seek . . .
Once I undertook a journey, upon the very face of our entire world. To view for myself the many pictures, and written descriptions in all the geography books and History Classes, National Geographic magazines and movies seen. A Quest to see with my own eyes what I had only experienced second hand. In my mid twenties, like a dream, one foot in front of the other, I went about exploring. I sniffed and tasted the scents of foreign lands, Incense, Sage and Frankincense, fish curry, fried snake and even monkey brains. Walked in lush Jungle Bush and Desert sands, Along the shores of Islands and the coasts of many lands. Heard the voices of 30 divergent Dialects and cultures, smiling and laughing with the families and children of all of them. Set beside the fires of primitive tribal men, heard their chants to their gods above, the moon, stars and the sun, the ocean, the land. Clapped my hands and moved my feet in their ancient mystic dances. Drank their tea, Kava or whatever they shared grateful for their offered unselfish brotherhood. Stood on the flanks of the tallest Mountains in the world, on my toe tips, to try to see the face of the God of my youthful teachings, disappointed when I did not see him, or Her. Found instead an inner tranquility, imparted to me by Red robbed Monks from within their chants of Peace and wise earthly enlightenments. Strolled the cobbled streets of two thousand year old Cities. Walked among the ruined remnants of nearly forgotten once great Civilizations. Explored Modern European Citadels' of wealth and learning. Over time rode on planes, ships, buses, backs of open trucks, Horse pulled carts and human drawn rickshaws, taxis, subways, rented motorcycles and cars.  Walked perhaps 1000 miles. In all a journey of the mind and heart lasting three years. And why you might ask, "What qualifies you as a pilgrim of any kind, to travel so far, and wide?" "What was I looking for, what did I hope to find?"   All indeed, fare questions. When a boy, I read a simple five word line, “Seek and thee shall find". Curiosity and Horizon Lust compelled me.   The next obvious question you might ask is, after all that; “What did you find?” That answer is very simple, I found myself.
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We are the kids – beautiful blank canvasses ready to receive the joy of life. We are the kids – hope & love consuming our souls, grasping at the shiny & new. We are the kids who played in the fields and danced in the sun. We are the kids with innocence in our hearts and a cheekiness in our soul. We are the kids who believed in a benevolent God and the generous teachings of Jesus. We are the kids whose imagination was an infinite resource - bounteous, diverse and effervescent. We are the kids who reveled in the fancy, the nonsensical, the romantic and the wild. We are the kids that couldn’t wait to grow up, We are the kids who believed in our future. We are the kids who never saw it coming. We are the kids who lost our innocence as soon we walked through the big school gates for the 1st time. We are the kids who were told to “think of your future” and to suppress creativity. We are the kids who were forced to grow up very quickly. We are the kids who didn’t know we were “different” but there were plenty out there who did. We are the kids who had to pretend to be what “they” wanted us to be just to survive. We are the kids who came home with scars every day – both physical and emotional We are the kids who endured the obscene words of Neanderthal hate every single day. We are the kids who were screamed at by our parents to fight back even when we really didn’t have the capability to do so. We are the kids who were told crying was a sign of weakness. We are the kids whose so-called classmates stayed silent when they did their worst. We are the kids where the school gates were no barrier to their lynching. We are the kids who turned quickly from being wide-eyed & hopeful to being terrified & desolate. We are the kids who dreaded every single weekday from first term to last.   We are the kids who fruitlessly prayed to a God who had deserted them. We are the kids taught by teachers who were found wanting. We are the kids who suffocated in sheer hate. We are the kids who took our own lives or at least tried to. We are the kids who self-harmed. We are the kids who sometimes never came home. We are the kids who survived but never really left the school yard behind We are the kids. Your kids. June 11, 2018.
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
We Are The Kids
We are the kids – beautiful blank canvasses ready to receive the joy of life. We are the kids – hope & love consuming our souls, grasping at the shiny & new. We are the kids who played in the fields and danced in the sun. We are the kids with innocence in our hearts and a cheekiness in our soul. We are the kids who believed in a benevolent God and the generous teachings of Jesus. We are the kids whose imagination was an infinite resource - bounteous, diverse and effervescent. We are the kids who reveled in the fancy, the nonsensical, the romantic and the wild. We are the kids that couldn’t wait to grow up, We are the kids who believed in our future. We are the kids who never saw it coming. We are the kids who lost our innocence as soon we walked through the big school gates for the 1st time. We are the kids who were told to “think of your future” and to suppress creativity. We are the kids who were forced to grow up very quickly. We are the kids who didn’t know we were “different” but there were plenty out there who did. We are the kids who had to pretend to be what “they” wanted us to be just to survive. We are the kids who came home with scars every day – both physical and emotional We are the kids who endured the obscene words of Neanderthal hate every single day. We are the kids who were screamed at by our parents to fight back even when we really didn’t have the capability to do so. We are the kids who were told crying was a sign of weakness. We are the kids whose so-called classmates stayed silent when they did their worst. We are the kids where the school gates were no barrier to their lynching. We are the kids who turned quickly from being wide-eyed & hopeful to being terrified & desolate. We are the kids who dreaded every single weekday from first term to last.   We are the kids who fruitlessly prayed to a God who had deserted them. We are the kids taught by teachers who were found wanting. We are the kids who suffocated in sheer hate. We are the kids who took our own lives or at least tried to. We are the kids who self-harmed. We are the kids who sometimes never came home. We are the kids who survived but never really left the school yard behind We are the kids. Your kids. June 11, 2018.
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*I strive to be like a Bo-Tree, Dwelling so Deep my Roots that Seek water and nutrients from soil Yet High I Rise To be more Wise by embracing the nourishment of Light!*
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Teachings from a Tree
I get accused of a lot of things at first glance "You're simplistic, you're hiding something You have no convictions, you don't think deeply" Usually by those who I consider to be on intellectual crutches If you're gonna come up to talk to me from a religious context from a spiritual context from a hierarchical, metaphysical, eat this **** popsicle mindset Don't expect me to swallow Don't expect me to talk You won't like what I have to say Because really you just want me to agree with you If you want me to respect your framework When you have nothing but the claims of quacks and the feelings you gleaned from your last psychedelic trip to back you up While I have to sit back and listen to how I'm close minded Close minded for wanting some real truth in this universe unfiltered, raw, verifiable, and in my hand and that anything other than that is a spray paint over my true awakening Then I guess I'll just have to be that ******* to die for these intellectual sins The Eldest Son of Matt, hater of pretense Hypocrite to the highest level Build me up into a figure of idolatry Just like you do with the rest of your ego cases Priests, Gurus, Rabbis, Rockstars, Poet sensations Tell me how wonderful it is to listen to them Tell me how I should be more in touch with a tree Tell me how I don't dream When all my life is but that Tell me how I'm not deep when you make no attempt to learn Who I am, and where I have come from Misinterpret my teachings, and claim me to feel As if I was the newest son of god When all I want is for people to get beyond blinders and love each other, and to get beyond the metaphysical rat race Tell me that I'm supposed to live and let live While you jam your beliefs down my throat and expect me to respect getting philosophically tea bagged Tied up to the crucifix and asking me to repent for my search for truth
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
The ******* becomes the martyr
I get accused of a lot of things at first glance "You're simplistic, you're hiding something You have no convictions, you don't think deeply" Usually by those who I consider to be on intellectual crutches If you're gonna come up to talk to me from a religious context from a spiritual context from a hierarchical, metaphysical, eat this **** popsicle mindset Don't expect me to swallow Don't expect me to talk You won't like what I have to say Because really you just want me to agree with you If you want me to respect your framework When you have nothing but the claims of quacks and the feelings you gleaned from your last psychedelic trip to back you up While I have to sit back and listen to how I'm close minded Close minded for wanting some real truth in this universe unfiltered, raw, verifiable, and in my hand and that anything other than that is a spray paint over my true awakening Then I guess I'll just have to be that ******* to die for these intellectual sins The Eldest Son of Matt, hater of pretense Hypocrite to the highest level Build me up into a figure of idolatry Just like you do with the rest of your ego cases Priests, Gurus, Rabbis, Rockstars, Poet sensations Tell me how wonderful it is to listen to them Tell me how I should be more in touch with a tree Tell me how I don't dream When all my life is but that Tell me how I'm not deep when you make no attempt to learn Who I am, and where I have come from Misinterpret my teachings, and claim me to feel As if I was the newest son of god When all I want is for people to get beyond blinders and love each other, and to get beyond the metaphysical rat race Tell me that I'm supposed to live and let live While you jam your beliefs down my throat and expect me to respect getting philosophically tea bagged Tied up to the crucifix and asking me to repent for my search for truth
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~Modesty & Respect has been lost and now the tears are too hot to turn into frost~ ◄►◄►◄►◄► Sickness in the mind is revised As the eyes are revealed to a non-existing surprise Pretending that the colorful pills are sweet tasting skittles While tears forms into a spiraled riddle Generations are messed up because good-teachings are slack So in the young minds rightfulness lack There is peace even if chaos may seem to consume In dark tunnels a dim light will soon loom But if you perceive To conceive Not to believe Then tell me how will you ever achieve? Life is not a game, but a vivid reality So save every special moment of sensuality Remember that you are an instrument Play your life story, sing your mind, and bleed your words out loud with contentment You’re not useless Humanities truths…believe every single bit of it, release your stress Strength lies within your heart You’re such a beautiful sculpted art Do the opposite of what depression tells you, you won’t lose Your fate lies in each choice you make, carefully choose Your future is the next moment Make each obstacle your stepping stone and then you can easily avoid torment Then spectral corruption Will never be able to destroy your inner emotion ◄►◄►◄►◄►
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Spectral Corruption
Métis, Themis, Ma’at, their banter was for naught. All the tides and tithings wisdoms and their teachings, Daemonium forgot! But the heavens cry  manna as Nix cried out reprieve! An act that loosed the flood, the chaos of her sea. Her pain arose a champion to tend to all her needs, Formed of Celestial Ocean he bore down on the freed. A giant wave of madness, thrusting mist of sadness eradicating gladness... One led the ruthless breed. Opaque in their beginning, formless shapes in twining. Conjoined but not together, accompanied the weather. Thalassa’s stringy tether wrapped them all forever. Come or go in seasons, live or die in age. No Spring to Fall in reasons, travailing of the mage? Black tentacles the streamers, rooted into wave. Witness the all-wise and snaking phantom phage... Chiron watches while he prances, his dressage on the shore. Arising liminal of beings wettened ambiguity of yore. Even Iblis is impressed, such black rotten to the core! Merkabah or egg, mountain, belly, tree they squabble. All elements do I cobble, such are actions of the wobble.
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
The Flood
Ask me who is the most generous man I know and I shall speak his name Ask me who is the most humble man I know and him I shall acclaim Ask me who is the most altruistic man I know and his face shall be on the frame Ask me who is the most kindhearted man I know and you will hear his name again In my life, I've never met anyone like him again A man devoted to his family and his community Always preaching the word of God and leading us to felicity Always ready to sacrifice his needs for the sake of love and unity He taught us family, love, fraternity, forgiveness, religion, compassion, tolerance, peace and generosity I am who I am today thanks to his teachings He was a leader, a guide, our role model There is no one like him He was a father, a brother, a friend, a companion, a grandfather 16 years since he is gone but his words still resonate like thunder You are no longer here but your teachings linger A man who was not afraid to cry when needs be but also not afraid to yell and impose order Always playful with kids and receptive and caring with adults I feel privileged and lucky to have known him and call him grandpa For in my life he has played a huge and special part The memories I will treasure and keep them in my heart Although he is gone, we will always be together And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever From where he is, he is protecting us and guiding us on our way He is praying for us everyday He used to pray God "Let it be I who fall sick instead of one of my family member. Let it be I who die instead of someone in my family." What kind of man wishes for that, you ask. Someone special I will say, a man of love And I would like to thank God above For blessing us with this man, with his kindness and love I truly believe that God has gifted him with something special He taught us not to let this world be in our heart for it is not eternal I know he is in a better place Watching us all with a smile on his face I hope we are making you proud from where you are We are still crying an ocean of tears As we feel so empty and hold many fears If I could just turn back the time to those days you used to laugh with us and made us feel so special and loved Those days you pretended to be in pain when we stepped on your feet while we were playing Those days when they were only you and us in the room with your half covered grey and curled hair Those days we used to watch tv together and whenever there was an intimate scene you screamed your favorite word "Touc" and scared us (not that I know what it means) Time will heal so they say And time fades away While a part of us is taken away I know we will meet again one day But until that day Know that you are truly missed Mame Alassane Lahi whom we affectionately called Mame Rane
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
An ode to a special man
Ask me who is the most generous man I know and I shall speak his name Ask me who is the most humble man I know and him I shall acclaim Ask me who is the most altruistic man I know and his face shall be on the frame Ask me who is the most kindhearted man I know and you will hear his name again In my life, I've never met anyone like him again A man devoted to his family and his community Always preaching the word of God and leading us to felicity Always ready to sacrifice his needs for the sake of love and unity He taught us family, love, fraternity, forgiveness, religion, compassion, tolerance, peace and generosity I am who I am today thanks to his teachings He was a leader, a guide, our role model There is no one like him He was a father, a brother, a friend, a companion, a grandfather 16 years since he is gone but his words still resonate like thunder You are no longer here but your teachings linger A man who was not afraid to cry when needs be but also not afraid to yell and impose order Always playful with kids and receptive and caring with adults I feel privileged and lucky to have known him and call him grandpa For in my life he has played a huge and special part The memories I will treasure and keep them in my heart Although he is gone, we will always be together And his spirit will live on in each one of us forever From where he is, he is protecting us and guiding us on our way He is praying for us everyday He used to pray God "Let it be I who fall sick instead of one of my family member. Let it be I who die instead of someone in my family." What kind of man wishes for that, you ask. Someone special I will say, a man of love And I would like to thank God above For blessing us with this man, with his kindness and love I truly believe that God has gifted him with something special He taught us not to let this world be in our heart for it is not eternal I know he is in a better place Watching us all with a smile on his face I hope we are making you proud from where you are We are still crying an ocean of tears As we feel so empty and hold many fears If I could just turn back the time to those days you used to laugh with us and made us feel so special and loved Those days you pretended to be in pain when we stepped on your feet while we were playing Those days when they were only you and us in the room with your half covered grey and curled hair Those days we used to watch tv together and whenever there was an intimate scene you screamed your favorite word "Touc" and scared us (not that I know what it means) Time will heal so they say And time fades away While a part of us is taken away I know we will meet again one day But until that day Know that you are truly missed Mame Alassane Lahi whom we affectionately called Mame Rane
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Religion is like wrestling when it was kayfabed The kind of immersive storytelling that is A grade We became trapped In the Walls of Jericho Separated on the map From the fields of marigolds Shinier things catch our eye Like Goldust in the ring Not of Mankind But McMahon's kind We start to see behind the Big Show Until they introduce the Boogeyman Manipulating until progress is slowed All according to plan Jake the Snake offers the apple to Eve And into calamity we are cleaved This was something I never agreed But Christian pushes me to Edge No room in discourse to hedge Swanton bombs fall in cities The Million Dollar Man cracks a smile Unable to feel pity The billions of bodies start to pile And I haven't seen the Hart Foundation in a while These ideas pin us down And we can't kick out We end up indifferently submitting To the Big Boss Man A legacy we're cementing Like the Ku Klux **** I'm from Kentucky Where biology is taught in the context Of where it fits in with Christianity's teachings I wonder how many people this knowledge is reaching When we're trapped in Wrestlemania We cheer for the Undertaker's victory Because we're constantly wrestling with demons Transcendence is only something we can dream of
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Wrestling
Pale legs sprawl out; untangling and stretching, as I absorb the Montana air. Isolated, we sit, under the big sky. Silent. White clouds float through a sea of orange. The same shade of orange as those sugary push-up's my father would shove down my throat. Gas station sweets to make me me forgive him. I shake the feeling of comparisons— they never did me any good. Instead, I lie down and allow you to touch my tense body. Softly, you reach over, muffling words of beauty and astonishment. I do not flinch. I flash a smile and focus on Montana. The mountains in West Virginia rolled; they flowed, so graciously together. There was never a road that was not winding. I've never seen a rugged mountain. Snow-capped and radiant. Not until Montana. Until this moment, I, too, have tried to flow. Living the same ways, in which I experienced, Mother Nature. Going through the motions— with no purpose. No passion. The fear of becoming an abrasive, overbearing woman urged me to flow. To slide through life, barely noticed. Never climbing for more, to discover the true beauty in becoming a bit rocky.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Teachings From Mother.
Wait before you start thinking, You should wait and complete this reading, Can it not be a tool for worshiping? Inspiring idols of deities like Durgā, You feel so cared for by their motherliness, Can you otherwise visualise an imaginary God? Teachings from the idols of Saraswati, You get connected to a Goddess's wisdom, Where else you'd rather gain blessings from? Wealth from the idols of Lakshmi, You gain financial security & confidence, Or is imagining a formless promoter God easy? Cutest idols of deities like Gaņeshã, You will love a naughty deity Bãl Krshņã, Why should you not use idols for worshiping? Mature idols of deities like Šiva, You would feel them bestowing their calm, Should it not be fun visualising them? Statues are made with dedicated love, They all invite such respectful admiration, How would you ever feel the hatred? I am aware that none of these idols is God, Neither stones nor pictures can be Gods. But what bad is a peaceful polytheism? Do not please be jealous of their art, And do not hate idol worshipers. Feel confident and so peaceful, Try worshiping stone idols.
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Why Idol Worshiping?
(Philosophy) There are two main emotions, love and fear. Love is understanding, and it gives us courage. Fear comes from the lack of understanding, and it makes us nervous/afraid. I learned that I used to seek love from people by wanting to control the way they perceive me. I wanted them to know that I could relate to, or understand them more than I may actually do. But, if I kept doing that, that would be foolish, no one understands another entirely, only through similar experiences, but never exact. It’s not fair to the individual. The goal isn’t just to connect with what’s similar, but also (maybe even more so) to connect with what’s different. People fear difference, because they don’t know what it may bring. That could be a result of society’s teachings for centuries. Racism wouldn’t exist if we as humans loved difference. Apparently we feel safe with what is familiar. Why “Curiosity killed the cat?” Why not “Curiosity isn’t a sin, but should be proceeded with caution.” Those who seek due to curiosity are open minded. Those who follow the ways of the world or rules are more judgmental once they spot something out of the ordinary. This is where insecurity comes from, because of this programming that if we are not the same, we should not belong. Saying “love yourself” almost limits you, that’s like saying the rest of the world is like this, but focus and ‘accept’ what you are. We shouldn’t just teach people to love themselves, what if that can be a side effect from teaching people how to love difference in others. We should say that every single individual has the power to contribute to improvement, expanding knowledge, and a way of living from the power that their own individuality brings. It’s not how we are similar. It’s how we are different.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Self-Love & Individuality
(Philosophy) There are two main emotions, love and fear. Love is understanding, and it gives us courage. Fear comes from the lack of understanding, and it makes us nervous/afraid. I learned that I used to seek love from people by wanting to control the way they perceive me. I wanted them to know that I could relate to, or understand them more than I may actually do. But, if I kept doing that, that would be foolish, no one understands another entirely, only through similar experiences, but never exact. It’s not fair to the individual. The goal isn’t just to connect with what’s similar, but also (maybe even more so) to connect with what’s different. People fear difference, because they don’t know what it may bring. That could be a result of society’s teachings for centuries. Racism wouldn’t exist if we as humans loved difference. Apparently we feel safe with what is familiar. Why “Curiosity killed the cat?” Why not “Curiosity isn’t a sin, but should be proceeded with caution.” Those who seek due to curiosity are open minded. Those who follow the ways of the world or rules are more judgmental once they spot something out of the ordinary. This is where insecurity comes from, because of this programming that if we are not the same, we should not belong. Saying “love yourself” almost limits you, that’s like saying the rest of the world is like this, but focus and ‘accept’ what you are. We shouldn’t just teach people to love themselves, what if that can be a side effect from teaching people how to love difference in others. We should say that every single individual has the power to contribute to improvement, expanding knowledge, and a way of living from the power that their own individuality brings. It’s not how we are similar. It’s how we are different.
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I tromped across North America a few years back Following the Mayan Elders Listening to the powerful Lakota Brothers sing songs of mourning and joy Building community I was following a White Cherokee We created clan I was motivated by the teachings of the Anishinaabe And represented Thunderbird Clan We stopped in sacred spaces such as Serpent's Mound And Cahokia Mounds We peered briefly through the veil; Samhain I followed the red path and eventually found I had always been on it I met Hopi and Navajo elder's And my friend Sea, a pipe carrier brewed a special tea I was gifted tobacco that had been grown from seeds Recovered from an iceman's medicine bag She transmuted the ancient tobacco into a tea By folding it into a sweetgrass and cedar brew Sea gave it to me in a basic stainless steel carafe Every time we drained the carafe I refilled it and the essence was just as powerful as the previous brew When I finally caught up with the Lakota brother's in Sedona Their voices were raw We all were I shared the tea with them So much magic on that journey The joy on those brothers faces as the tea reached their throats I gave them the carafe and told them It was the gift that keeps on giving Their thankfulness has been the gift that keeps on giving
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
The Red Thread
Oh cursed soul, that you be, something I dont even believe, In, but in pain filled ignorance, I lack the eloquency to describe, Even a little bit accurately, This hateful being, This lie of a perception, I cannot wake from, A matrix, a coded line, I find myself, Stuck in, The suffering of a thousand lives and worlds, Reaching out to you, reading this, Lying, lying, as if the words mean, Anything, anything, No! Yet then, I always realize circling back, To the histories invented by past selves, hence, influencing who I am now, the dark corners I look forward to in the future, The lack of resposibility, The blissful youth, Mixed with the pain of wisdom, And the teachings and overview, Of going off a cliff, only to jump back on, And run off again, Yet, then, again I find myself looking, In my heart at the gun, the gun of release, Oh that I dare say, all humans should seek. Crazy, crazy, John, You are crazy you say, Aye, aye, as all we are, Sanity is insane, Reason is, 2+2=4, Because. I am the because. I am the order. I am the chaos, that puts that electron there, And your synapses connecting there, Oh I'm the breath you take, Before that **** and *** You faked, Little one, little one, I am much older now in lives Than years, I consume throwing myself away, The self, the soul, the non existence, Oh it is existing and it wont leave me, And all this because, I saw her kissing that man, On the cheek. Alas, that is the bane of every God and Demon, Since nephlium, To love a human, A mortal, the code in the matrix, The variables for the x, That turns your reason and logic, Into guess work and soulbreak, I drone on, Where is the end, That is the point! Dr. Seuess, Take your money back, I know the places I will go, Oh I've seen it now for a while, and boy do I fear, The blank page, the unwritten line, The truth that I've been trying to hide, From who? I've lived long enough. I would like to die.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Untitled
Oh cursed soul, that you be, something I dont even believe, In, but in pain filled ignorance, I lack the eloquency to describe, Even a little bit accurately, This hateful being, This lie of a perception, I cannot wake from, A matrix, a coded line, I find myself, Stuck in, The suffering of a thousand lives and worlds, Reaching out to you, reading this, Lying, lying, as if the words mean, Anything, anything, No! Yet then, I always realize circling back, To the histories invented by past selves, hence, influencing who I am now, the dark corners I look forward to in the future, The lack of resposibility, The blissful youth, Mixed with the pain of wisdom, And the teachings and overview, Of going off a cliff, only to jump back on, And run off again, Yet, then, again I find myself looking, In my heart at the gun, the gun of release, Oh that I dare say, all humans should seek. Crazy, crazy, John, You are crazy you say, Aye, aye, as all we are, Sanity is insane, Reason is, 2+2=4, Because. I am the because. I am the order. I am the chaos, that puts that electron there, And your synapses connecting there, Oh I'm the breath you take, Before that **** and *** You faked, Little one, little one, I am much older now in lives Than years, I consume throwing myself away, The self, the soul, the non existence, Oh it is existing and it wont leave me, And all this because, I saw her kissing that man, On the cheek. Alas, that is the bane of every God and Demon, Since nephlium, To love a human, A mortal, the code in the matrix, The variables for the x, That turns your reason and logic, Into guess work and soulbreak, I drone on, Where is the end, That is the point! Dr. Seuess, Take your money back, I know the places I will go, Oh I've seen it now for a while, and boy do I fear, The blank page, the unwritten line, The truth that I've been trying to hide, From who? I've lived long enough. I would like to die.
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Just for the case you weren't aware, I did know one that always cared With me about my woes and separate passions than just those of the Elm and arts and bark and scream. What else could I need to be Fixed of this world so bleak and blackened bludgeoned by the nature- All order in the sky! - of the human race? Yet this strange feeling does remain since that poor man's dying day; It's since from others long forgot about their purpose pinning plots Towards kindling spirits of the night to heights that rise into the lights For only ostracism can enlighten the now young minds - Away, Requiem! The rhyme for you, she's all I've known, other than your teachings, and all I can offer until I sing with you - whence, falter on through.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC
For The Mentor - An Acrostic
We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day He showed the Indian nation the right way His debt how can we repay? He is a universal teacher And a man of inimitable stature Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature Incomparable oration is his nature He rose to the nation’s highest post And tried to build a bridge between east and west His philosophical teachings are the best And his knowledge of English is very vast He is Plato’s philosopher king As President honour and dignity did he bring He brought religion a new meaning His glory and greatness I would like to sing Yours sincerely, JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
A UNIVERSAL TEACHER
*chaste pecks from the super-sonic youth numb lips flutter to the hollowed cheeks of normality no longer the hand-prints on the guide book to hostility a pamphlet of rudimentary teachings; the principles of tolerance and rebellion and acceptance of human beings a concoction of suppressed psychotic behavior, quick wit, and center of satirical tease constantly moving with heavy footsteps and heavier hearts their minds and bodies plagued with actions from a deserted youth soul lusting over the naivety of people before self-actualization; how crude do they call it an existential crisis or the daily life of a agoraphobic nobody shouts from the depths of caged fears that scrape the oblivious flesh in their brain; a bit gaudy mother, sister, brother, father how your words crush the knots of comfort that line my internal organs bleeding from the pores of my screams; streams of moon-beams shooting out my eyes; oh, not again! stomping our metaphorically spiked toenails against the idealism of pop culture oh, my, how adolescence is the worst kind of torture cherry slushies lined with cigarettes to create a whirl-pool of nostalgia recreational drugs and ironic situations to ease our instinctual sense of proverbial nausea loud-mouthed demons spawned out of clothes-hangers and emotional turmoil show up in our nightmares that we nick-name ‘a good place to contemplate suicide’ repeated imagery stacked like flap-jacks in the mouths of blissed-out sociopaths too self-indulgent to include us in to their personal stories so we can observe, record, and assess i don’t perceive doctors to be particularly and predominantly just and true but i one time met a doctor who told me ‘being a teenager is perhaps the hardest thing you could ever do’*
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
adolescence (a paradoxical memory lane full of distorted images)
*chaste pecks from the super-sonic youth numb lips flutter to the hollowed cheeks of normality no longer the hand-prints on the guide book to hostility a pamphlet of rudimentary teachings; the principles of tolerance and rebellion and acceptance of human beings a concoction of suppressed psychotic behavior, quick wit, and center of satirical tease constantly moving with heavy footsteps and heavier hearts their minds and bodies plagued with actions from a deserted youth soul lusting over the naivety of people before self-actualization; how crude do they call it an existential crisis or the daily life of a agoraphobic nobody shouts from the depths of caged fears that scrape the oblivious flesh in their brain; a bit gaudy mother, sister, brother, father how your words crush the knots of comfort that line my internal organs bleeding from the pores of my screams; streams of moon-beams shooting out my eyes; oh, not again! stomping our metaphorically spiked toenails against the idealism of pop culture oh, my, how adolescence is the worst kind of torture cherry slushies lined with cigarettes to create a whirl-pool of nostalgia recreational drugs and ironic situations to ease our instinctual sense of proverbial nausea loud-mouthed demons spawned out of clothes-hangers and emotional turmoil show up in our nightmares that we nick-name ‘a good place to contemplate suicide’ repeated imagery stacked like flap-jacks in the mouths of blissed-out sociopaths too self-indulgent to include us in to their personal stories so we can observe, record, and assess i don’t perceive doctors to be particularly and predominantly just and true but i one time met a doctor who told me ‘being a teenager is perhaps the hardest thing you could ever do’*
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Mitakuyapi, My name is Standing Elk of the Yankton Sioux Reservation. This is my formal apology to all The Elders of Turtle Island. I accept full responsibility for my words and actions in the future concerning the Spiritual Knowledge we are about to share with the People of the Americas and the World. My actions and words are none other than my own based upon the Spiritual Teachings of the Tunjkaśila and the Spiritual Knowledge of the Star Nations. If any Elder of the Red Nation feels that I am wrong in my actions or in any verbal statement, feel free to correct me according to the Laws of the Kit Fox Society that we spiritual human beings have chosen to live by. "If it be necessary to punish a child, do so in such a way that will improve his spirit or mind, but do not lay a hand on him for you may damage the possession of the Great Spirit, His gift of life to you." As a Red Nation we have lived through dreams and vision of our Spiritual Tunjkaśila, and we have chosen not to stray beyond our limits of the power of our spirit. My personal dream has directed me to contact certain Ikċé Wiċaśa to greatly increase the spiritual awareness that is to be shared with our Brothers and Sisters of the Four Directions. Through my personal contacts, I know some medicine men have agreed 'it is time' because of the closeness of the fullfillment of the prophecies that are vital for our existence as a human race. This sharing of dreams and vision of the Tunjkaśila will strengthen the Foundation of Nations that are sincerely interested in being that element that will be the foundation of the "Thousand Years of Peace." My hand is open to all those Elders of Turtle Island who wish to share their message, dream and vision with the People of the World; for, I cannot do it alone. Through our teachings, we know that not one individual holds the Knowledge and Mysteries of Life. We were all given a piece of the puzzle. We are all a part of The Sacred Hoop that needs to be mended, and we must make a humble effort in this task if the Seventh Generation, our grandchildren and unborn, are to survive this next awareness. My life was molded around the teachings of the Tunjkaśila that they instilled in our spirit as children. My spirit has directed me in this effort to help our Brothers and Sisters of the Four Directions. I have already chosen not to fail the Tunjkaśila. *Mitakuyé Oyasiŋ Héhaka Inaziŋ*, Standing Elk Ihuŋktoŋwaŋ Oyaté (Dakota Nation) February 1996
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
To the Elders of Turtle Island: An address from Standing Elk
Mitakuyapi, My name is Standing Elk of the Yankton Sioux Reservation. This is my formal apology to all The Elders of Turtle Island. I accept full responsibility for my words and actions in the future concerning the Spiritual Knowledge we are about to share with the People of the Americas and the World. My actions and words are none other than my own based upon the Spiritual Teachings of the Tunjkaśila and the Spiritual Knowledge of the Star Nations. If any Elder of the Red Nation feels that I am wrong in my actions or in any verbal statement, feel free to correct me according to the Laws of the Kit Fox Society that we spiritual human beings have chosen to live by. "If it be necessary to punish a child, do so in such a way that will improve his spirit or mind, but do not lay a hand on him for you may damage the possession of the Great Spirit, His gift of life to you." As a Red Nation we have lived through dreams and vision of our Spiritual Tunjkaśila, and we have chosen not to stray beyond our limits of the power of our spirit. My personal dream has directed me to contact certain Ikċé Wiċaśa to greatly increase the spiritual awareness that is to be shared with our Brothers and Sisters of the Four Directions. Through my personal contacts, I know some medicine men have agreed 'it is time' because of the closeness of the fullfillment of the prophecies that are vital for our existence as a human race. This sharing of dreams and vision of the Tunjkaśila will strengthen the Foundation of Nations that are sincerely interested in being that element that will be the foundation of the "Thousand Years of Peace." My hand is open to all those Elders of Turtle Island who wish to share their message, dream and vision with the People of the World; for, I cannot do it alone. Through our teachings, we know that not one individual holds the Knowledge and Mysteries of Life. We were all given a piece of the puzzle. We are all a part of The Sacred Hoop that needs to be mended, and we must make a humble effort in this task if the Seventh Generation, our grandchildren and unborn, are to survive this next awareness. My life was molded around the teachings of the Tunjkaśila that they instilled in our spirit as children. My spirit has directed me in this effort to help our Brothers and Sisters of the Four Directions. I have already chosen not to fail the Tunjkaśila. *Mitakuyé Oyasiŋ Héhaka Inaziŋ*, Standing Elk Ihuŋktoŋwaŋ Oyaté (Dakota Nation) February 1996
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I'm just an old hippie Somehow his spirit has gotten inside me I'm for peace and love and music And I like to see my girl in a sundress with a flower in her hair I'm just an old hippie; I like living free Some people don't get me They don't like my long hair They think I'm just about *** and drugs And that I don't have a care I'm an old hippie but your judgment is unfair I challenge you to read the bible and the teachings of the Lord Did he teach peace; I believe so Did he teach about love, understanding and being there for others; do I need to say more I don't like war; peace and love and music is what I live for I'm just an old hippie; I like living free
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Just An Old Hippie
I am phenomenal, Fierce, strong, and brave. I am proud to be owned, Honored to be His slave. I find strength in my servitude, A peace I’ve never known. By His hand I have flourished, Through His teachings I’ve grown. With devotion I serve Him, With gratitude I kneel. He awakens the deepest parts of me, Where once I could not feel. He protects me from harm, When I lose my way. He always finds me, When I get scared and run away. He knows just how To summon the goddess in me, His words are enough, To set the wild woman free. The sound of His voice, Like music to my soul. Singing to my broken heart, Making it once again whole.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
Kneel
Liberating the pixie wings Swirling ribbons brushing the sky Running in the ocean's breathe, you the wild horse no man could ever tame You, The gypsy wanderer trailing the night huddled in tiny cargo ships pioneering the sky - living on a tin can - in sheer ardor - to be outside from shackles below The widen gap and the cracked stary sky Your hands lodged through trying to find; The teachings of the higher powers Wisdom, philosophy's power, truth.... And you do, you stand upon a flower bed of knowledge - sharing to the world beyond
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Sagittarius
We live in a world that's so cold Where its more important to savour the flavour Than stop life ending up on a fork and knife. We do good deeds and preach our teachings to the younger future walkers of the earth. We teach them what's right and what's wrong and get them to listen to our favourite song. But life isn't important, no cpr classes in school no teachings of being an ***** donar. We carry on teaching useless, pointless information. We waste time and effort teaching religion when we don't even know who they will grow up to be. We tell children to be nice to animals around the dinner table. Carving up what used to live and love now covered  in Gravy beyond recognition of how it once was part of its own family. Every year our biggest celebration Christmas where we celebrate the birth of jesus or just friendly old santa bringing us gifts. Picking out the biggest turkey to be stuffed glazed and cooked. Poor animal killed to celebrate life or joy. It suck's being on the food chain. You're either above or below an other fellow earthling. Why not break the chain and be you. Not above me, not above a fish that swims faster than you. Not above a lion stronger than you. Not about the farm animals sitting at the bottom waiting to be bled and made into shrink wrapped food. You take the nutrition from the animal that's spent its whole life collecting from plants. Why is the cow the middle man in this earth crime. We have consciousness now we know what's right and wrong so why **** for the thrill of flavor. So sad we don't break this habit and mean it when we say to our children. Don't be mean to animals..
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Don't be mean to animals
We live in a world that's so cold Where its more important to savour the flavour Than stop life ending up on a fork and knife. We do good deeds and preach our teachings to the younger future walkers of the earth. We teach them what's right and what's wrong and get them to listen to our favourite song. But life isn't important, no cpr classes in school no teachings of being an ***** donar. We carry on teaching useless, pointless information. We waste time and effort teaching religion when we don't even know who they will grow up to be. We tell children to be nice to animals around the dinner table. Carving up what used to live and love now covered  in Gravy beyond recognition of how it once was part of its own family. Every year our biggest celebration Christmas where we celebrate the birth of jesus or just friendly old santa bringing us gifts. Picking out the biggest turkey to be stuffed glazed and cooked. Poor animal killed to celebrate life or joy. It suck's being on the food chain. You're either above or below an other fellow earthling. Why not break the chain and be you. Not above me, not above a fish that swims faster than you. Not above a lion stronger than you. Not about the farm animals sitting at the bottom waiting to be bled and made into shrink wrapped food. You take the nutrition from the animal that's spent its whole life collecting from plants. Why is the cow the middle man in this earth crime. We have consciousness now we know what's right and wrong so why **** for the thrill of flavor. So sad we don't break this habit and mean it when we say to our children. Don't be mean to animals..
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The twisted silk, weighted, The river unridden. Please, Moon, might I learn this untied. With struggle's arousal, I've grown with my hands bound. Ancestral's teachings have lied. I cherish the kneeling, And towering Venus. This muse has my lust so supplied. As a coin in bed, flipping, This boy's heavy lifting. Which will win here, My lust, or my pride?
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Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
Discipline
Extremism, He taught them. Extreme belief in the book of Satanic Verses. Polygamy, He taught them. Polyandry he dared not teach them ever. Terrorism, He taught them. Terrorising he needed not teach them ever. Ill Will, He taught them. Utter hatred for the non-believer forever. Paedophilia, He taught them. Old men marrying & ****** children forever. Paradoxes, He taught them. Cleaning ***** feet with hands before the prayer. Hatred, He taught them. Why else are his teachings a copy of threats?
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
He Taught Them Just The Satanic Verses
There's a spiders web Of words I've said Entangled in the calendar of time A lovers rhyme of feelings In minutes or moments or moves I fell in love with you A game of chess Just to feel your breath upon me I'd wish to call anyone That singular one The fable of teachings Says we're reaching for something impossible To not feel love across lanes Indeed, sounds insane We are wide, we are vast We are fast to feel full at last.
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Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 11:21 PM UTC
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