Science

Science IS NOT a language
Science IS NOT a body of knowledge
Science IS NOT a giver of truth.

Science, is a method.
A method of interacting and observing the world in such a way as to minimize one's influence upon the object or objects/systems involved.

Today, the information and understanding which has come from our scientific observations and experimentation impress upon us the necessity to go beyond science.

From the start there was a strange cognitive dissonance within the rational, empirical, scientific mindset, for it claimed "Man is the measure of all things" while doing everything within their power to remove the individual, from the equation.

Quantum science states at the most fundamental level that just by observing, we influence the systems which we are trying to observer objectively; thereby destroying the notion that man can be removed from the equation.

As our society has progressed, we have continued to grow exponentially in scientific prowess, but our wisdom, and now- the very methodology of science has waned. How is the methodology crumbling? We create "medicines" but we don't conduct comprehensive long term studies.

Having generations worth of scientific tools, toys, and weaponry at our collective disposal allows for individuals/societies with little or no grasp of the scientific method to unleash and manifest their wills, without being grounded in seeing the repercussions on the shared world. It is most dangerous, when these scientific establishments and tools are controlled by individuals who do not understand AND actively don't believe in science.

Aristotle's Three Types of Knowledge:

Techne was craft knowledge: learning to use tools and methods to create something.

Episteme was scientific knowledge: uncovering the laws of nature and other inviolable facts, that, however poorly understood they might be at the moment, “cannot be other than they are.”

Phronesis was akin to ethical judgment: the perspective-taking and wisdom required to make decisions when competing values are in play — when the answer is not absolute, multiple options are possible, and things can be other than what they are.

Stream

 An abortion of justice,
a symptom,
of the systematic disproportion.

Rage, incredulity,
Coursing, Racing, Surging,
Straight through me.

Unannounced,
Unfazed.

Undiscovered,
in this embedded maze.

Unfolding,
all,
and everything.

The same time,
The same mind,
The same space,
The same state.

No matter how much we uplift eachother,
Potentialities crushed by the state.

Fuck your leaders,
Fuck your priests,
Fuck your baba, babu, rishi, gurus.

Find the real,
and share your light.
Find the star,
keep it in your sight.

Rise above,
escape the maze,
the time is coming,
for a new phase.

Tired

 I'm tired,
Tired of the endless waltz of false prophets,
Tired of the self proclaimed-pedestalized-pundits,
who are nothing but, bandits in disguise.

I'm tired of people poisoning themselves
with the careless use of their minds.

I'm tired of those who speak of god as if they know,
as if they have something to show.
You have nothing but the regurgitated proclamations,
of the false that came before.
I'm tired of all the bullshit love and light,
If you ask, I'll tell you right where you can shove it,
but it wouldn't fit anyway,
because you're so damn uptight. 

all the pontificating,
all the performing,
all the pandering....

Where is the honesty?
Where is the humility?
Where is the desire to dance with the unknown?

I get it, you want certainty,
we all want certainty,
but certainty is a lie,
and that desire, is,
and will continue to be,
used against you.

Why do you throw away your dignity?
Why do you throw away the capacity for your own knowing,
for the fast-food fallacies,
transmitted from every screen?

The uncertainty is only going to continue to rise,
Ideologies, religions, cults, and movements of the likes you've never seen,
all will prey upon your want of metaphysical security.
They will dissolve the dignity of your individual being.

Community is important, but you cannot have a thriving community,
without an empowered individuality.

Some are so in their heads, they forget they have hearts,
Others, so self important, they won't give reason a shot.

Fuck man, I've never been so tired.
 heart so heavy,
 head so fried.

I thought, over time, I'd be able to join in,
to live the lie,
but the more I see,
the more something in me rejects the disguise.

Simple

Hyper Hexahedrons,
Fully fractalizing reality.
From smallest detail,
to patterns of the grandest scale.
All connected,
all aware,
absorbed in the eternal dance of hyper hexahedrons.

Do not mistake the scaffolding of your mind,
to be the constructs of what is outside

We are a process,
We are a happening,
Of energy information;
Collecting, processing,
Receiving, transcieving,

Broadcasting.

Materiality, Spirituality,
Conceptions at best.
Can you put down your map?
Are you willing and able?
Can you stand up to fables?
While trekking endlessly on the timeless path?

Too many words now,
So far from the point.
The next time you are alone,
Set your mind to the side,
Breathe in
and simply,
enjoy the ride.

Exploratory Findings From the ever-weaving Web:

Animated Shorts:

Primer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_HHnXeMWT0

Albatross:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTq9HVeeAZ8

I, Pet Goat II:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65xLByzT1l0

Breakthroughs In Science:

Deep Mind Solves Protein Folding Alphafold 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7wJDJ56c88

(A.I) GPT3 Overview:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x9AwxfjxvE&vl=en

Philosophy:

Only A Bowl of Rice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoDjfwKAOlQ

Goodbye

 Goodbye to stick fights in suburban streets.

Goodbye to fireflies, childhood lies, and open skies.

Goodbye to twilight travels,

guided only by mystic moonlight.


Goodbye to the temporal entrapment,

unfolding our genetic rapture.


Goodbye to all things,
Gone and Good,
Young and Wild,
Real and Fleeting.

Greetings, to the descent of our species.
Down may be up,
up may be down,
either way we are diving deeper into materiality.

Uploading oscillating brains,
splicing inter-species genomes,
Implanting nano and macro machines,
Concocting drugs to create eternal dreams.

I have felt the waves of the guiding current,
that all surges and recessions,
move with a greater wisdom,
toward our greater fulfillment,

and yet,
I want no part of what I see,
By no means, a judgement,
just an understanding it is not for me.

I'd rather find a plot,
and grow some beans,
spending my days,
however I please.

Two-Thirds Your Own

 “Active people are usually deficient in the higher activity, I mean individual activity. They are active as officials, merchants, scholars, that is as a species, but not as quite distinct separate and single individuals ; in this respect they are idle. It is the misfortune of the active that their activity is almost always a little senseless. For instance, we must not ask the money-making banker the reason of his restless activity, it is foolish. The active roll as the stone rolls, according to the stupidity of mechanics. All mankind is divided, as it was at all times and is still, into slaves and freemen; for whoever has not two-thirds of his day for himself is a slave, be he otherwise what-ever he likes, statesman, merchant, official, or scholar.” ~Friedrich Nietzsche (Book: Human All Too Human

Spotify Playlists:

 From most recent to oldest.

These can be enjoyed on shuffle, or on sequential playthrough, the order of each playlist is arbitrary.

All lists are updated about every month or so:

Autumn2020:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1OJM35NNjE7kD9OeiVhloE?si=S-9QHkgNS5y7NNfWE7tTSw


2020Summer:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3tTvTagNXBFTmqBVoVvTOZ?si=VFUjZPidR1OXbGjvHsVEpA


Do YoU eVeN mEtAl?
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4l76AHQ5tkGmKeFDWIpvv4?si=rs7GkgTmTG2yoHCun-RmCg


Viking Music:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4eOtGyE7j1W34uyghmXKLw?si=5P3748J8S9e0QD8aeFM3uQ


Spring2020:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4o8Y9TwXy4uT1LdL0eE9Tp?si=SwoAmaQyTFinNXeoQUVFVw


AutumnFalls:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7GXBKGsCeZ5Sctd8iT8MCH?si=NKs5PAOBRwGow1VhtWG02g


S H A M A N:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5UWMA6eIvL5axjswsKWAXI?si=fWfzBnDAQuqJkoRma1esjQ


Spring Break 1899:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1w4CNO1svM1e9znSeAaRuO?si=rht11iZWRYWIKNOvTgtRGA

Spark It Up:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7zyHzgIEpmBHlYXwVfy7sA?si=JJsBXQ4NR5GqIfTnqitrEA

Explorer.Reborn:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5UDqThzkfnY3l6sKicT32b?si=NA3PgMyyRo-bVOlGDbAqBw

Black Coffee:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0eKgYLltbjyt8UrEAfrAiJ?si=IpFXH4OyRsCynBoJO7BSXQ

xXx:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2tQIQUyBLwybmn2AF24AZl?si=DDAKHIJSRbqXyX1R-bbHhw

FPS FOCUS:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5aItoToEhvshviDCckXawZ?si=9lEgWs2qQcm1LKzJYD4JvQ

Arrogance Blues:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5mIhERPucYd93zlz758FHX?si=Z9s3_BdUStKdU9YGnInYKw

Wanderlust, the list:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7w6X8y8qHYCksKQfMPaKsG?si=9gK-vFiBTG2sA4m-fNqvIQ

Rally Across America:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5AtS6UQlseIid5CLqlAgGu?si=Z3tY1UsqSgmSKQYHcdCVUw

2020

 20 years from now,

many will long to be back,

in the year of 2020.


Darkness is coming,

grow your light.

The world will need it,

More than you know.

Pardon, didn't mean to bleed on you.

 It started with a commitment,

A promise, 

A vow:

No matter what struggles,

No matter what scenarios, 

I would never return to living the life, 

of the living dead.

I'd take homelessness 

over selling my days for a salvaging slave's wage.

The vow grew:

Committing to healing, transformation, and relaxation.

Do you know how hard it is to truly and fully relax?

Thirsting for relaxation lead to regiments of body mind and soul,

relaxation through effort,

through exhaustion,

I could find no other way.


So I stayed low,

I stayed quiet,

I did the work.

Spontaneously, without invitation or any indication from me,

friends, acquaintances, and fellow unkowns

all reached out and came to me.

Their struggles mirroring my own.


I shared:

open, clear, compassionate, striving, hoping...

Hoping I helped more than I hurt.


Despite the many miracles, the synchronicities, the progresses made...

I can't help but feel very much the same.

I still fall into this same empty, yet heavy, place.

I am still plagued by pain,

and still the only consistency I have,

is in my inconsistency.

My incongruity to the skewed systems and structures I see around me.

Conflicted in renunciation and acceptance,

individuality and community,

will and flow,

Action and acceptance,

all discrete and continuity swirling in the multitudes of the multiplicity in and around me:
truth and illusion,
love and attachment,
freedom and family,

What else do you want me to say?

Reefer As A Means Of Reverence

Awe, allows for Reverence:

    "Nothing is too trivial or second class for reverence. But it has to be demonstrated with concrete actions. Don't abuse your body — eat right, exercise, get enough rest. Don't abuse the earth by being wasteful of its gifts. Protect the environment for your neighbors and future generations.

Reverence is radical amazement, a deep feeling tinged with both mystery and wonder. Approaching the world with reverence; allow yourself to be moved beyond words."

 

    "There is one unmistakable message in the spiritual practice of reverence: because everything is touched by the sacred, everything has worth. This practice, then, builds self-esteem. 

 Its opposite is irreverence, the "dissing" of the Creation."

     "Edward says, “The natural man [that is, the savage] is capable of fear and presumption, but never of reverence; he can be superstitious or profane but never religious. In other words, he does not really look up to the power before which he trembles, or, in any sense, conceive it as a better self, with which he can identify himself, even while he bends before it. And this means that he does not in the proper sense worship at all; for he does not rise to the idea of any being who deserves the name of God, as being higher than the self and yet not a mere object or not-self” (The Evolution of Religion, vol. i, p. 179)"


The danger is the possibility of death by astonishment.” — Terence McKenna


    Solomon describes awe as passive, but reverence as active, noting that the feeling of awe (i.e., becoming awestruck) implies paralysis, whereas feelings of reverence are associated more with active engagement and responsibility toward that which one reveres.^[4] Nature, science, literature, philosophy, great philosophers, leaders, artists, art, music, wisdom, and beauty may each act as the stimulus and focus of reverence.

Rational Mysticism

 "[The] essence of great experience is penetration into the unknown, the unexperienced … . If you like to phrase it so, philosophy is mystical. For mysticism is direct insight into depths as yet unspoken. But the purpose of philosophy is to rationalize mysticism: not by explaining it away, but by the introduction of novel verbal characterizations, rationally coördinated." -A. Whitehead

-X-

At the crossroads of
Understanding and love,
The Human,
and Divine,
Become one.

As the Veil Thins:

Take the time to FEEL,
instead of THINK,
COLLABORATE,
Instead of COMPETE.

Take a pause,
Take a breath,

It's fertile time,
To explore your inner depths.

Nuture, Trust,
Sense,
and Accept,
The Divine Feminine will help guide you through these tests.

Accept and love,
All that you see,
Accept and love,
all that you feel,

Let all those dark and sore scars
Open,
So you will be able to fly far.

It may not be easy,
It may not be fun,
but if you are authentic in your path,
It must be done.

List of Emotions you've probably never heard of:

• Desbundar (Portuguese) – to shed one’s inhibitions in having fun
•  
• Tarab (Arabic) – a musically induced state of ecstasy or enchantment
•  
• Shinrin-yoku (Japanese) – the relaxation gained from bathing in the forest, figuratively or literally
•  
• Gigil (Tagalog) – the irresistible urge to pinch or squeeze someone because they are loved or cherished
•  
• Yuan bei (Chinese) – a sense of complete and perfect accomplishment
•  
• Iktsuarpok (Inuit) – the anticipation one feels when waiting for someone, whereby one keeps going outside to check if they have arrived
•  
• Natsukashii (Japanese) – a nostalgic longing for the past, with happiness for the fond memory, yet sadness that it is no longer
•  
• Wabi-sabi (Japanese) – a “dark, desolate sublimity” centred on transience and imperfection in beauty
•  
• Saudade (Portuguese) – a melancholic longing or nostalgia for a person, place or thing that is far away either spatially or in time – a vague, dreaming wistfulness for phenomena that may not even exist
•  
• Sehnsucht (German) – “life-longings”, an intense desire for alternative states and realisations of life, even if they are unattainable
•  
• Dadirri (Australian aboriginal) term – a deep, spiritual act of reflective and respectful listening
•  
• Pihentagyú (Hungarian) – literally meaning “with a relaxed brain”, it describes quick-witted people who can come up with sophisticated jokes or solutions
•  
•  Desenrascanço (Portuguese) – to artfully disentangle oneself from a troublesome situation
•  
• Sukha (Sanskrit) – genuine lasting happiness independent of circumstances
•  
• Orenda (Huron) – the power of the human will to change the world in the face of powerful forces such as fate
  
  

Escape The Narratives

It doesn't matter,
If the news you read is based on fact or not.
As Marshall McLuhan said,
"The medium is the message"
Can't you see what their aim is?

Left or right, right or wrong,
the information only comes second,
to the intent and meaning of their sickly, siren songs.

They don't care about informing,
or even misinforming the masses,
they seek only to imbue you with uncertainty.
So they can continue without warning
 
So they continue,
to imbue you,
With hopelessness,
with fear,
with sorrow,
with powerlessness.
 
They have been perfecting their dark arts,
for centuries,
but since the days of
Edward Louis Bernays,
Their power and craft,
has increased tenfold.

It is important to be informed,
but as Voltaire said,
"One must tend one's own garden"
we let our gardens wither and die,
clutching our throats,
crying, praying, cursing the sky,
While our lives pass us by.

Take your power back,
reclaim your life.
Authentically perceive
your abilities of sight.

If something truly evokes the fire within,
but it is beyond your reach,
then you must rearrange your life,
So you can be in range to compete,

But keep in mind, as Buckminster Fuller said,“You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model
that makes the existing model obsolete.”
and as Mckenna said, "The idea is not to confront bad ideas
 but to come up with good ideas. 
Otherwise, your enemies define the game 
and you are eternally the loyal opposition."

Autumn Equinox

Sweet Autumn,
How I've missed your scent.
My skin bathes In your crisp kisses,
In your sweet air.

Let the leaves fall,
Let the bounty of summer sleep.
I awake in the quake of your Darkness.
Ready, to go far.

As the buzz of summer fades,
I embrace your stillness,
your silence.
There, I find the hum.

I close my eyes,
and your darkness,
reveals my light.

I am open to your guidance,
Show me what else to release,
what to let go of,
that which no longer serves,
I am ready to embark,
Just give me the word.

Thank you my love:
Maiden, Mother, Crone,
Thank you for all that you have
already graciously shown.

Mischief

No matter how noble your quest,
or how high your virtues,
a happy life requires large doses of mischief.

The Tower:

I am the tower.
No matter my intent.
It all falls,
It always falls.

NOW!

I have to do it now.
Before I get too old,
too fat,
too lazy,
too scared,
too comfortable.
I have to see the edge.
I have to live it.
See, that's the catch;
with a long enough timeline everyone dies,
and in this system,
"our" system,
most die long before your body crinkles and folds.
You die when you're "ok"
when you're "fine"
when you are grateful for your t.v and beer waiting at home,
after your bullshit,
do nothing, 9 - 5 job.
WE ARE HERE NOW
as people,
as mammals,
as animals,
and these animals are most alive when they are close to death.
Fringe moments,
peak experiences,
True Mystery.

Who knows?
Maybe It's inevitable.
Maybe one day I'll welcome domestication with open arm as if it were a warm lover.
Like a man welcomes death after a long hard life,
But I fear that with every letter written with this pen,
I get closer to being too old,
too fat,
too lazy,
too scared and too damn comfortable to actually live.
TO LIVE!
To live with impact,
intensity,
To live by my rules,
no rules.
To see the edge,
to dance there,
to dangle over the edge with only my own hand holding the scruff of my shirt,
holding me back from falling into oblivion.
MORE NOVELTY!
LESS NOSTALGIA!

Habit

Habit is overcome by Habit.

Fate

Four things can change the fate of a man:
Charity,
Prayer,
Change of name,
Change of action.

Persistence

Persistence is a process of constant renewal.

Prowl

I Am The Jaguar who stalks through the valley of Death,
and I fear no evil.

Patience

Are you going to eat the seeds,
or plant them so that they may become trees?

Answers:

Answers,
never given.
Always earned.

Excerpt from the Dream Journal:

6/25/2010

"I awoke with a phrase in my head:

Arise in me,
that sliver of infinity,
the silence which traverses,
all things.
Arise in me,
that single entity."

The Forgotten Virtue:

Curiosity

A Great Wind:

A Great Persistent Wind,
Roared across the country.
A Nation of ostriches,
Stirred Sanctimoniously,
By the Sudden Surrounding
Of The Chaotic Breeze.

Are you burying your head  deeper than the dead?
Hoping to dig yourself to safety?
Only a sandy asphyxiation lay in waiting...

These Times,
These Trials,
These Tests,
They are Opportunities,
They are Invitations,
"Lift your heads from the sand and gaze upon the wild glory of life"

Will you heed the call? Or Deepen your withdrawal?

A relationship should be predicated on choice, not chase.

Have you ever caught an alley cat?

You cannot chase it far, and even if you trap it,
it will run at first chance it gets.

Fall in love with life again.
In a way that welcomes others,
but does not require it.
Fall in love with life again,
like a child set loose unto pandemoniac playgrounds

If you have an answer,

If you have an answer,
You're missing the point.

Instead,
think yourself straight into the canyon of the contraries.

Do you feel the storm alight in your mind?
Can you hold both options as true simultaneously?

Watch.
The Clouds change.
No longer storms,
but instead
revitalizing nacreous  rains.

Only the fearful threaten violence;
 When there is still the possibility for Reason to prevail.

If I were a poet:

If I were a poet,
I'd write everyday.

I'd laze by all the bubbling brooks,
reclined by slithering streams,
Suspended by ongoing dreams.

If I were a poet,
I'd travel far.
I would talk to the losers,
the loners,
all the slackjaws.
They always have the best stories, by far.

If I were a poet,
I'd fill volumes of pages,
with instructions,
with the means of navigating,
the circumference of your beauty throughout the ages.

If I were a poet,
I'd know what I was,
I could answer every fool,
at my local corner bar.

But I am not a poet,
I know not what-
-except I am.

I have no answer for:
"What do you do?"
It is as much a mystery to me,
as it is to you.

Nevertheless,
The work continues.

Awoke with a single thought:

Presence is a present,
it's all we have.

When Gods Come to Eat

I have been that man on the street,
with nothing to eat,
nothing but a six string,
and longing,
to warm his frozen feet.

I have been that girl, so far from home,
fresh bleeding wounds on her head,
contusions,
so alone.

I have been that baby running in the street,
running ignorantly toward a rushing mechanical stream.

I have been that man stumbling,
falling, but,
never not once,
dropping his drink.

I have been that trash can burning wildly,
fueled for disaster.

So when I see them on the street,
on the road,
nestled between resting streets,
I always try to leave them with more, than what I found them with,
and just a little less of the darkness.

Besides, who knows?
There are many tales,
that the weary traveler,
is but a mask
of a divine mind.

Intelligence-

IS the design.

Vision

In order to dream,
one must be asleep.

It is time to awaken from our collective, selfish conceits.

Dreams no more,
The Age of Vision roars:

Recognize!
What is within your sphere.
Realize!
the spheres,
your sphere lays within.

Many things will be beyond your sphere of influence,
Recognize!
longing for those things, only perpetuates delusion.
Realize!
to free yourself from illusion.

Fuck Dreams,
It's Time
For Vision.
-2020

I Love You

I love you,
Flaws and all.

Sturdy by your scars,
You try to hide yourself far.

I but saw you,
flaws and all.

And I love you,
flaws and all.

"I have nothing to offer"
I hear your soft cry,
Don't you know that love doesn't mind?

Rest your head by my side,
you'll feel the truth,
naturally it will ease your troubled mind.

Take your time,
realign.

I love you,
Flaws and all.
Scars and all.

Don't ever think you've got it all figured out.

Most likely life will come and along,

and prove you wrong.


BUT


IF by some combination of

wit and will,

ignorance, and faith,

you manage to fool yourself...

...well, dig your grave now.

For you have killed the last chance

of transcendence.

The Verb

Expanding open spaciousness from within,
Feel the quantum sizzling of your skin.
Are you the subject of the sentence,
Or the object of the verb?
Who and Whom.
In the very laws of our language,
lay the truth,
that we may be the subjects of our experiences,
but we are always the objects of The Verb.

Between the rule,
and the exception that makes it so,
a myriad of,
exchanging complexity.
To look out for those who can not see,
To protect the most vulnerable,
Isn't that what makes a society?

How many times in your life were you dreading something so much so
that you were overcome with fear,
and either by your own will,
or by the nature of your circumstances,
what actually happened,
happened to be,
a most beautiful gift?

It is now natural to think beyond "either or logic",
 to perceive the unity of observer/observed,
 to regard “objects” as human inventions abstracted from a holistic continuum.
neurologically internalize the physics of our times.
neurologically internalize the physics of our times.
Don't let the mental maps disguise the divine.

How can you expect to be one with life,
with god,
with whatever word you'd like,
as a place holder of the externally, eternally, numinous;
When you are not even one in and of your self?
This is not some metaphorical visage,
But of nut and bolts,
nerves and neurons.

There are many paths of accomplishing the same thing,
the yolking of one's self,
and yet each tradition steeps themselves like bitter tea,
Disguising the taste permanently.

It is easy to fool others,
Even easier to fool one's own mind.
But no matter how brash, how foolhardy your drive,
You can not fool the sky.
You can not fool the self.
You can not disguise against the divine.
It will be revealed with time,
and for those with a wizened eye,
it is already latent in the manifest.
Will you pass your test?

Bicker and Banter,
As the Earth grows sadder,
The confluence of opposing pressures,
can no longer be ignored.
Open,
release,
Observe.

"Hindsight is 2020"

Definition of hindsight

: perception of the nature of an event after it has happened In hindsight, it's clear there were alternatives.

There will be answers,
Perhaps they won't come this year.
Don't forget the questions,
but set them to the side.

Free your arms,
Free your mind,
Live your life,
Don't fear time.

Clarity, Awareness,
Clarity, Awareness.

Truth Burns The Devil's Ears.

Truth Hurts The Devil's Ears.

And So the Age of Sharks Comes to a close,
As Orcas Rise to the Apex.

Never forget the importance of the felt experience of the present moment.

The Leviathan is just the backside of God.

The Year is 2020

The wisdom of our times,

for those with eyes to see,

No one is coming to save you,
        ecilop eht dnufed

The Most, which raise their voice in unison,

Simultaneously proclaim and Manifest the vision they see.

Let go

When you do something for someone,
purely for them,
and it causes you pain,
but you know they are better for it.

A multicolored wildflower births from the cracks and snags of that pain.

Perhaps it is inevitable.
The drawing of battlelines.
Perhaps there has always been war,
but even at the height of the nazi regime,
somewhere within the dark cascade of germany,
nestled a jewl of peace,
a german and a jew laid and made love.
A promise of tomorrow,
of a new paradigm, yet to come.

Streets are filled.
red, Black, and Blue

text and voice and chatter,

hate, hate, hate,
fear, fear, fear,

Growing opposites,
toppling endlessly upon each other,
a growing, writhing, tide.




Slogans Echo,
Through new faces,
Through new mouths
Choose a side,
voice your pride,

As shadowed faces watch their profits rise.

Simulated experiences,
countering viral proliferating narratives,
The matrix has you.

For those whom can see,
wherever they look,
they find what they seek.

For those whom can see,
whatever their choice,
they find what they need.

There is no correct choice,
no wrong choice,
for those that can see.

For each step, tirelessly,
leads to that which,
they seek.

The last step

The only difference between

a breakdown,

and a breakthrough,

is the final step.

Open Book

I am an open book,
 in a language you have never seen.

11/11/19

The Theater of Horrors spreads

Doom Foretold.

While the Masses forget the Midnight Clock,

To the Outlaw's Merriment,

As the Captive Audience looks on.

A Gift:

What a gift,
Birdsong must be,
to those who have been lost out at sea.

New buds, on old trees

"Everything is falling apart,
Can't you see?
 you imbecile,
 you idiot,
you fool"

They aren't wholly right,
nor are they wholly wrong.
Regardless,
my eyes see,
The new buds, on old trees.

Simultaneously,
everything is always falling apart,
and coming back together again.
It depends on where you choose to see.

And they say to me,
"Everything is falling apart,
Can't you see,
 you imbecile,
 you idiot,
you fool",

With their eyes transfixed on their screens,
while mine remain on,
The new buds, on old trees.

03/19/2016

Forget not your spirit!
That which beats and breathes!
Forget not that which you have had,
Since your time, conceived.
It came before constructs
Of action, space, and time,
And remains with you,
Although it hides.
Forget not your soul,
In our soulless roles,
And instead hold true
To your intrinsic values.

Apart from money, from status,
From all this insane game,
Hold true to your vision!
Your heart!
Till your spirit is aflame!

The Last Lie

The last lie,
an everlasting splinter,
lodged in my mind.

How I wanted to spare you.
You;
who have already shed so many tears,
in such a short amount time.

The last lie,
an everlasting splinter,
lodged in my mind.

It would bubble up,
but the time was never right.
The more I pushed it down,
The deeper it dwelt, the more it swelled.

Somehow we found a peace,
but every time you spoke fondly of me,
-that splinter would make me screech.

The last lie,
an everlasting splinter,
lodged in my mind.

Releasing soul to flame,
entering the abyss,
Purged,
Cleaned,
Renewed,
and yet the splinter still hissed.

I knew what I had to do.
I only hoped you'd ask me why.
Of course you didn't,
Only who, when what.

How I wanted to spare you.
You;
who have already shed so many tears,
in such a short amount years.

The last lie,
an everlasting splinter,
lodged in my mind.

Finally freed,
I had to abide.
I only hope it softens your heart,
We are all flawed,
We all miss the mark,
but I'm sorry,

I've been sorry since the start.

The last lie,
an everlasting splinter,
finally freed,
I'm sorry and goodbye.

I awoke with a choke in my throat.
To my horror,
Upon my nose,
and afront my eyes,
lay a strange interference.

For my vision had become as if the particles which make up matter
had inhaled creating a moving space.
It was as if a fog has descended upon all that I tried to see.

In horror, my hands rose to my face,
and when they made contact,
I felt the cold bite of steel, or some sort of metal,
My fingers fondling past what I could see,
a strap of hardened leather,
clasped the apparatus upon my head.

I cried out, and found myself stumbling out to town.
To my horror,
from what I could see,
all had the same device upon their heads.

"PLEASE TAKE THIS OFF ME"
I cried, but not a notice from any passerby.

What madness was this?
I realized that out of the corners of my eyes, I could see unobstructed.
Each person was going about their daily lives completely normal,
yet with a strange headpiece with two glass slices, metal framework, and strap to secure it to the skull.

I spent the day trying to tell them. They thought me mad.
How could they not see the device upon my head?
How could they not feel it upon their faces?

I could not fall asleep,
how could I fix this?

Night passed with no dreams,
and I awoke to find my vision restored.

My hands desperately clutched the back of my head,
expecting the feel of that leather, but only hair, met hand.

The fear subsided,
"what a peculiar dream"

I gathered my things for the work day,
stepping out to town, a moment of dread gripped my throat as I opened the door.
The street bustled with the hustle of many on their way to the means of their pay.
"Silly" I muttered under my breath, exhaling the dread away.

As I awaited the bus, a young man ran by screaming,
"Can't you see?! Can't you see you've been deceived?!"

The bell of the bus dinged as he ran out of sight.
What a poor man, he must have had a terrible dream.

Don't forget the wild voice within. 

Without words,

Its wisdoms spread.

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Each one of us,
a pillar in eternity.