I wish I could give you this light cause its so bright. It takes away uncertainty and makes it alright. It beams from my jeans and up and in between. There is a way to be saved and it lies in getting creamed. Nah mean? The skintight slap happy superficial, is just something operating for a fistful, of dollars. I'm no scholar though I spend my time in self. And I'm no caller at the times I'm needing help. Yet I'm reading from this felt this fly high fine fabric. Contemplate the words that I give is it magic? No it's manic? A heavy pendulum with awkward swing. Making me as ethereal as high pitched vocalists sing. It's not the red bulls giving wings though my heart is in the skies. I relieved myself from skin now I'm wondering why.
They asked me...
Is it a different man that sits upon your stoop, does he trail a brighter day, does he laugh and let it loose?
They asked me...
Would you be willing, with a wonderful tone to tell me if what your expelling is a present of bones. Is it taken from tombs? A melody from the past? Is it temporary fading while your craving to last? Is it gray is it black, can it help me relax? Can i fix it up and mix it with some grass from my stash?
I said ..
Hold up! this essence... is not a thing nor a phrase, in the poetry and song I cannot claim it's contained. I told them look at the sun, do you see how it shines. Can you point out any traces that its rays leave behind? What does it promise to you? It comes and leaves after nine. What does it threaten from you? it lends its seconds of time. Just reflect on this now, and without motive you'll know. That I am just a spec of what your life wants to show. That I am just an artifact, a fool with a mouth. But beyond attempts to label and to figure it out. There is a force that is there, like an empty cocoon. And perhaps it is a trap to lead you back to the womb. A spindle and a thread weaving the fabric of doom.
And I left from the shade, this shade where everyone sat, and in the past I would have walked and thought of talks aftermath. But through decades of time and conversations with few. This understanding that I spoke of evaporated like dew. And I was left to myself for eons after the next and i peered at the sun and like a mirrors reflect, it was so plain in my mind that nothings left to be seen. Like a flicker of flame, instants awake in the dream.
The most maddest of lines, the most hectic of lives, the most ambient glow, the most interesting show, or melodic note. Lets leave it alone for there is love in a box where I beat myself up with a sock full of rocks.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Champion
Perhaps it will go unrecognized, and everything will fade. But let it be known the impossible was done. That someone came and did the absolutely unthinkable. Someone came into this world of absolutes, and broke each one single handedly. Someone sailed the forsaken seas, and crossed into the unknowable ocean far past the edge of the earth. Facing the unbearable, smiling at death and embracing it. Sacrificing skin and bones!
In this world of shadows, of unending dispair, blood thirst and death, a warrior found life, the burning sun and brilliant oceans!!! Through complete abandonment, eyes set on the very hell, he tore through its barriers and penetrated them with loving mercy. He is the champion indeed!!
He may be praised, he may be persecuted, but he will not be triumphed, conquered, for there is no space he is afraid to go, there is no hell he has not seen, there is nothing that he has not already lost.. so he wins. By owning nothing he gains everything, nothing can please him, nothing can destroy him, nothing can affect him, that which will happen will be done. And it is good.. it is right this way.. it is beautiful beyond any comprehension.
In this world of shadows, of unending dispair, blood thirst and death, a warrior found life, the burning sun and brilliant oceans!!! Through complete abandonment, eyes set on the very hell, he tore through its barriers and penetrated them with loving mercy. He is the champion indeed!!
He may be praised, he may be persecuted, but he will not be triumphed, conquered, for there is no space he is afraid to go, there is no hell he has not seen, there is nothing that he has not already lost.. so he wins. By owning nothing he gains everything, nothing can please him, nothing can destroy him, nothing can affect him, that which will happen will be done. And it is good.. it is right this way.. it is beautiful beyond any comprehension.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Unsure Imbalanced
Hard times teetering on thin lines. The stop signs the only signal I don't obey, but they don't dismay. Tough minded soldier minding his preach. In the seat and thinking things out of time place self totally melt(ed). Sheerly crazy utterly twisted thin lines and even the flow leaves me. Receding back into time all alone now.. well maybe just denying myself the justice of something. I look fine on the outside and that keeps me centered. I am dying here not being watered by my surroundings. So infinitely meaningless so empty so void of confidence. This space is truly a physic hell and the worst part is that it does not come off as a space, but as eternal. It will define my character. The charlatan and the singer. It's crazy but any order seems to me to serve as a greater downfall and confining space. Any decision i make may be my last as I am cut in and insized, boiled alive and served back to my self destruction.
Just need to relax now, hold myself together. Be easy and feel through, hard times, but easy breathing. Visions of a state so dreadful and panicked. Do you know what that is like, do you know what the other feels like?
Just need to relax now, hold myself together. Be easy and feel through, hard times, but easy breathing. Visions of a state so dreadful and panicked. Do you know what that is like, do you know what the other feels like?
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Far Out
Thy will be done father. I seal my lips with thine name. The deliverance of your flesh was for transmutation alone. Bear me what you will, throw an obstacle on top I sit unmoving..
I dwell above you, within you, beside you I sit.
A stance and posture of seriousness. What pagan can deny your lips contour? The weight of my woes are pennies in the pouches of well fed men. It seems as though you are here to fool me but how can I question when a glance towards thine throne, like the sun blinds my eyes. A word cast towards you collapses like a young bird attempting flight. A moment with you wipes clean my slate. Of knowledge, insight, deep wisdom of Sanskrit & my own lives spectrum.
I travel lightly so that I may catch the tail end of your brilliance. I hasten my pace to spot your old footsteps, before.. before they are covered by my own woes.
Oh I am nothing but a fool, cruel and cold of heart without you.
So a beggar will beg, an assassin will kill, and an owl swoon at the sight of the moon. A traveler will arrive and have his song sung but! What is it to Me??!?
My sovereign father, most intimate of all life, you come to their door and they wipe their feet upon you my father. . .
seems to be lacking something.. have to fill in the intervals
I dwell above you, within you, beside you I sit.
A stance and posture of seriousness. What pagan can deny your lips contour? The weight of my woes are pennies in the pouches of well fed men. It seems as though you are here to fool me but how can I question when a glance towards thine throne, like the sun blinds my eyes. A word cast towards you collapses like a young bird attempting flight. A moment with you wipes clean my slate. Of knowledge, insight, deep wisdom of Sanskrit & my own lives spectrum.
I travel lightly so that I may catch the tail end of your brilliance. I hasten my pace to spot your old footsteps, before.. before they are covered by my own woes.
Oh I am nothing but a fool, cruel and cold of heart without you.
So a beggar will beg, an assassin will kill, and an owl swoon at the sight of the moon. A traveler will arrive and have his song sung but! What is it to Me??!?
My sovereign father, most intimate of all life, you come to their door and they wipe their feet upon you my father. . .
seems to be lacking something.. have to fill in the intervals
Hey some writings for ya!
These are just some spontaneous words that came after resonating with my guitar. I'm no professional writer jeez don't even think it. Tap in and Tune out right? Here we gooo...
I speak to my different selves.
The one inspired by music cast shadows of on the others
Each is part of the divine play. O mercy me.
The woe & grief of heart
ecstasy of longing
Tears tear heart fabric & are released with the ink of the pen
A sensational beauty mute in expression
Senses mute
Forlorned for ages, for what reliance can a man place on a poet?
Can he lay out his chips on the merit of heart, or pushed aside longings?
Against the stacked reason of mind.
Yet! that stack tumbles, crashes, burns!!
In a sorrowful agony!
My deeds are my life, my wants are it's breath
It's movements flawed but necessary
For this time my grip will be stone, to squeeze out all the juices,
to have them fall upon the unwashed floor
The dirty tablet stepped on since times birth
Vile thing willing to veer it's head in remembrance, be gone!
Be consumed by greedy longing!
Collapse under worldly pressure!
Crack at my sight!
Seat that to oblivion & let oblivion fade
For it, it has nothing to do with I
Forever more I do believe
It is nothing at all, a quiet mouse set to scare
I speak to my different selves.
The one inspired by music cast shadows of on the others
Each is part of the divine play. O mercy me.
The woe & grief of heart
ecstasy of longing
Tears tear heart fabric & are released with the ink of the pen
A sensational beauty mute in expression
Senses mute
Forlorned for ages, for what reliance can a man place on a poet?
Can he lay out his chips on the merit of heart, or pushed aside longings?
Against the stacked reason of mind.
Yet! that stack tumbles, crashes, burns!!
In a sorrowful agony!
My deeds are my life, my wants are it's breath
It's movements flawed but necessary
For this time my grip will be stone, to squeeze out all the juices,
to have them fall upon the unwashed floor
The dirty tablet stepped on since times birth
Vile thing willing to veer it's head in remembrance, be gone!
Be consumed by greedy longing!
Collapse under worldly pressure!
Crack at my sight!
Seat that to oblivion & let oblivion fade
For it, it has nothing to do with I
Forever more I do believe
It is nothing at all, a quiet mouse set to scare
Monday, October 4, 2010
Some Writings
We are gods crying out our deep loneliness of our creator
Creation has not a single friend, a single member of company, it exists in a space that pulsates sorrow, a loneliness, perhaps it's bright burning joy is a tease, a sort of tear that cools as it runs down his face. An escaping sigh meeting with the human heart.
Perhaps, it could be different, perhaps we need to be cool tranquil beings that it makes us into. This rowdy celebration cannot continue forever can it? Yet I wonder if it's worthwhile, if a difference is made on attempts to make this world a better place, attempts to cover pains of the universal creator with words and paintings. It's hard to determine. And this space that I dwelt before I was birthed I am also accustomed to. I remember it in the seed of my mind. And remember it's feeling and frequency. With the light of understanding, I do believe we can grow into the things our creator desires and reduce the sorrow there of. Sometimes it seems so vain. These empty seas are a god awful tourist attractions that turn into a lifetime stay.
For we are like seeds, entrenched by layers and layers of soil . It is only when we water ourselves that we begin to sprout, and from there feel the true pressure that is weighing down on our growth. We have bloomed many times, and many times died in the process. Many times we have lost something of value attempting to reach to the surface, the other shore, a place where the sun shines the right temperature, and the water keeps us cool.
Can we ever reach? Perhaps over many blossoms, attainments, recognitions by the human eyes, we find a spot to let go. Perhaps as our roots grow deeper and deeper, stem lengthens and grows thick, leaves blossom and fall off, helps us to realize we were never the flower. Nor the roots, that showed us a integrity, a stability, beneath the ground and unknown to eyesight. The pedals we are not either although over time they grew more lasting beautiful and sustainable.
We are that, that watches the earth and all of it's manifestations. That peers from an invisible eye, in an invisible space, more transparent than a clear window. That which longs will remain in longing for it is too far away to ever touch a single one of it's creations. It is too distant to measure. It is more deep than depth and more subtle than empty space. The purest expression. Perpetual and brilliant, exclusively alone. The silence of our creator will never be disturbed. Not by this man, not by anyone.
Creation has not a single friend, a single member of company, it exists in a space that pulsates sorrow, a loneliness, perhaps it's bright burning joy is a tease, a sort of tear that cools as it runs down his face. An escaping sigh meeting with the human heart.
Perhaps, it could be different, perhaps we need to be cool tranquil beings that it makes us into. This rowdy celebration cannot continue forever can it? Yet I wonder if it's worthwhile, if a difference is made on attempts to make this world a better place, attempts to cover pains of the universal creator with words and paintings. It's hard to determine. And this space that I dwelt before I was birthed I am also accustomed to. I remember it in the seed of my mind. And remember it's feeling and frequency. With the light of understanding, I do believe we can grow into the things our creator desires and reduce the sorrow there of. Sometimes it seems so vain. These empty seas are a god awful tourist attractions that turn into a lifetime stay.
For we are like seeds, entrenched by layers and layers of soil . It is only when we water ourselves that we begin to sprout, and from there feel the true pressure that is weighing down on our growth. We have bloomed many times, and many times died in the process. Many times we have lost something of value attempting to reach to the surface, the other shore, a place where the sun shines the right temperature, and the water keeps us cool.
Can we ever reach? Perhaps over many blossoms, attainments, recognitions by the human eyes, we find a spot to let go. Perhaps as our roots grow deeper and deeper, stem lengthens and grows thick, leaves blossom and fall off, helps us to realize we were never the flower. Nor the roots, that showed us a integrity, a stability, beneath the ground and unknown to eyesight. The pedals we are not either although over time they grew more lasting beautiful and sustainable.
We are that, that watches the earth and all of it's manifestations. That peers from an invisible eye, in an invisible space, more transparent than a clear window. That which longs will remain in longing for it is too far away to ever touch a single one of it's creations. It is too distant to measure. It is more deep than depth and more subtle than empty space. The purest expression. Perpetual and brilliant, exclusively alone. The silence of our creator will never be disturbed. Not by this man, not by anyone.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Facing Oneself Consciously Contantly
What does it mean to face oneself? What does it feel like and how do you know when you are doing it? How will the results show up? Facing yourself, confronting yourself, knowing yourself all start on the same line. That line is a moment of recognizing where you are, what you are doing, just taking a moment. Our mind can exist in different states it can be foggy, apprehensive, full of worry and uncertainty but.. it can also exist without these things. How can one achieve the difference, what mountain must be moved? I find that it takes a willingness, an effort, a redirection, and a minimal sense of feeling. Some people go through the vast majority of thier lives without taking a moment to recognize whats happening in the present moment. Others are scared at what they might see thus turn a blind eye to anything they are unfamiliar with. We can become full of panic when we drop into this moment, we may come across things that have dwelt in us for long periods, emotions especially.
Try this simple practice, bring your alert attention into the moment,take a moment to recognize your surroundings, there is no hurry, we are coming to the moment where there is nothing to get done, just watch. how does your skin feel? is it dry? acknowlege your senses and the colors of things around you, is thier noise in this moment? peripherally? mentally? what is it that is watching it all?
These questions mixed with alertness will be like fuel for your dive deep into the moment. It can become uncertain and scary, yet so exciting to find out what it's all about!! These attempts to penetrate the moment take you from point A to point A, you will arrive in the same moment as when you became alert to your surroundings, alert to that what is taking your mind away from the moment. Yet something will have changed in that small time of alertness. Their is intent in this, intent that acts like a flame, now you are starting with damp grass, and damp grass takes time just to dry! have patients friend. To sincerely ask yourself, to feel with the energy available to you, and strive to feel what this moment contains, is the high temperature of intensity that is needed to dry that grass. Again and again you come back with increased strength, additional strength, exponential strength! I stress the alert attention into the moment. There are things you may arise in the moment that are terrifying to bring that attention into, fear anger jealousy etc etc. Yet when you look deeply at these phenomena, just attentively like a student on the first day of school, just alert and ready to absorb, than... well try it and find out. Start small! with the senses, for example try to feel your hand, you may start to notice sensations that you haven't felt in years.
Deeply, remember this, all their is is this moment, this precious second, tomorrow is my creation, yesterday is a memory. If you are uncomfortable than you are about to get a taste of your own strength. It has been so long since feeling something authentic within.
When you make this simple conscious choice, to return your attention into the moment to feel what already exists, we find we invest our energy in the future in what we feel should exist. The present moment holds a different quality, an unspeakable quality, the quality of peace, of insight, of quality! No need to look for them they come to you, you don't have to search for these things, by yielding to the moment they will start flowing towards you, all in good time. Now another question.. what is going on for you now? Are you still aware of that hand I had asked you about? Have you kept track of changes in your body since last time we spoke? What is taking place in this moment? Rather than expecting, instead you await...
Rather than hoping to come to something, let something come to you...
Receive what this moment has to offer, you can only do this when you bring your attention into the moment, and yield to it's circumstance. It really is a simple practice, allow yourself to have fun as well, it is not something to enforce on you, instead use as a sweetner, to bring an aliveness back into the moment, back into your body and mind, to bring your moment to life!
Try this simple practice, bring your alert attention into the moment,take a moment to recognize your surroundings, there is no hurry, we are coming to the moment where there is nothing to get done, just watch. how does your skin feel? is it dry? acknowlege your senses and the colors of things around you, is thier noise in this moment? peripherally? mentally? what is it that is watching it all?
These questions mixed with alertness will be like fuel for your dive deep into the moment. It can become uncertain and scary, yet so exciting to find out what it's all about!! These attempts to penetrate the moment take you from point A to point A, you will arrive in the same moment as when you became alert to your surroundings, alert to that what is taking your mind away from the moment. Yet something will have changed in that small time of alertness. Their is intent in this, intent that acts like a flame, now you are starting with damp grass, and damp grass takes time just to dry! have patients friend. To sincerely ask yourself, to feel with the energy available to you, and strive to feel what this moment contains, is the high temperature of intensity that is needed to dry that grass. Again and again you come back with increased strength, additional strength, exponential strength! I stress the alert attention into the moment. There are things you may arise in the moment that are terrifying to bring that attention into, fear anger jealousy etc etc. Yet when you look deeply at these phenomena, just attentively like a student on the first day of school, just alert and ready to absorb, than... well try it and find out. Start small! with the senses, for example try to feel your hand, you may start to notice sensations that you haven't felt in years.
Deeply, remember this, all their is is this moment, this precious second, tomorrow is my creation, yesterday is a memory. If you are uncomfortable than you are about to get a taste of your own strength. It has been so long since feeling something authentic within.
When you make this simple conscious choice, to return your attention into the moment to feel what already exists, we find we invest our energy in the future in what we feel should exist. The present moment holds a different quality, an unspeakable quality, the quality of peace, of insight, of quality! No need to look for them they come to you, you don't have to search for these things, by yielding to the moment they will start flowing towards you, all in good time. Now another question.. what is going on for you now? Are you still aware of that hand I had asked you about? Have you kept track of changes in your body since last time we spoke? What is taking place in this moment? Rather than expecting, instead you await...
Rather than hoping to come to something, let something come to you...
Receive what this moment has to offer, you can only do this when you bring your attention into the moment, and yield to it's circumstance. It really is a simple practice, allow yourself to have fun as well, it is not something to enforce on you, instead use as a sweetner, to bring an aliveness back into the moment, back into your body and mind, to bring your moment to life!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Early WORKS!! Cuz Earley WORKS!!
Here are some of my first written works, junior year, feelings of boredom in Math & English class. The rapper within is born.. I really like these earlier pieces and smiled upon reading them. Cheers mate!
Okay this first one was actually written my senior year..
I see nothing but potential when I write these words with pencil
Little do they know how to lace lyrics instrumental
Like spirit wraps with melody you feel it in this scripture
Construct my flow & bit by bit I get the bigger picture
Throw it in the mixer and it's still something you like
A bite of truth so let it loose & fill your appetite
The rising moon majestic sun, the rich king and the humble one
All collect in tiny specks to bridge the gifts thats spoken
Lie down and come unfrozen. Lay drop unto the ocean
Early WORKS!!!!
My flows are automatic, they jump up from the page because they're infused with static
Don't give a dang nabit!
Who writes the flows when there's math to be studied?
The ones that aint plastic, me and my buddies.
Your whole life to this point has only had one focal
To get you out your atmosphere imma space choke you :D
Cast spells to provoke you
Take the screen out your mind just like the dope do..
The underlying voice of reason concrete beneath my feet cease the release!
What do you do in your free time? Write rhymes line for line?
I hope so. Lets pool it all together and create a dope flow
Length earths diameter times 4
Bitches, the real, stacks of cash,the human figure, stock market crash
Ill write until my hands distort and crack, scream until my voice becomes the past.
Flow so smooth would've thought boy was lubed
Y'all a bunch of boobs getting info from the tube!
Crystal Clear thoughts through my wired up brain
Labels group a bunch of lames trying to reach power & fame
Fool there aint nothing to gain! jesus already came! so if your searching for salvation,
your soul getting maimed, money been gone, truth been dead, we traded out humanity for
gunpowder & lead so instead of standing up, Everybody sit down!
Let powers that be, toss you around
Half of us are dead and the other half dazed, I'm sinking into dark leaving light to sun rays.
Okay this first one was actually written my senior year..
I see nothing but potential when I write these words with pencil
Little do they know how to lace lyrics instrumental
Like spirit wraps with melody you feel it in this scripture
Construct my flow & bit by bit I get the bigger picture
Throw it in the mixer and it's still something you like
A bite of truth so let it loose & fill your appetite
The rising moon majestic sun, the rich king and the humble one
All collect in tiny specks to bridge the gifts thats spoken
Lie down and come unfrozen. Lay drop unto the ocean
Early WORKS!!!!
My flows are automatic, they jump up from the page because they're infused with static
Don't give a dang nabit!
Who writes the flows when there's math to be studied?
The ones that aint plastic, me and my buddies.
Your whole life to this point has only had one focal
To get you out your atmosphere imma space choke you :D
Cast spells to provoke you
Take the screen out your mind just like the dope do..
The underlying voice of reason concrete beneath my feet cease the release!
What do you do in your free time? Write rhymes line for line?
I hope so. Lets pool it all together and create a dope flow
Length earths diameter times 4
Bitches, the real, stacks of cash,the human figure, stock market crash
Ill write until my hands distort and crack, scream until my voice becomes the past.
Flow so smooth would've thought boy was lubed
Y'all a bunch of boobs getting info from the tube!
Crystal Clear thoughts through my wired up brain
Labels group a bunch of lames trying to reach power & fame
Fool there aint nothing to gain! jesus already came! so if your searching for salvation,
your soul getting maimed, money been gone, truth been dead, we traded out humanity for
gunpowder & lead so instead of standing up, Everybody sit down!
Let powers that be, toss you around
Half of us are dead and the other half dazed, I'm sinking into dark leaving light to sun rays.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Fire Flowetry
Can we look?
Can we look and see.. Just see.
Without distinction or comparison
Without addition or subtraction
Without being fooled by sensation
Can we maintain this sight until all is seen?
We are bound by each other bound by ourselves, bound by our expectations..
I say let the floodgates open, let the clouds move in, rain cascade and lightning cover the sky. Allowing tornadoes of mind destroy everything in sight. Burn your black carbon and grow your soul I say! Screech your tires until you ride on rim, the rim to axle and axle to dust. Of what in this world is worth to hold knowing their seeds of disappointment, anguish, despair and depression. You can fill your house with goods and decorate your doorway but these things leave you broken and sore in anticipation of others.
Kind words turn my tongue into ash and my heart to paper. I cannot bear this hypocrisy, brutality, desperate wanting. These hungry eyes that consume everything without sight! My never ending struggle continues agianst the continuous line of ignorance. My own, the collective. With fields of feeling and seas of sensitivity, I step into an empty dust bowl. Will my seeds ever grow? Or just blow endlessly in the winds of indifference..
Picture: Gary Rosenberg http://grosenberg.wordpress.com/
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Back to the drawing block
Words cannot describe what I feel, words are just to much burden this is so light. There is a light on my forehead and buzzing me into transparency. Yet I remain in control of my body and my typings yet I don't want a single thing but to feel how I feel now. Silent mind, silent heart. The floodgates open. Its so light that it surpasses poetry, it is invisible. I always tried to share this feeling, these feelings.. and slowly I gave up except in moments. The mind is not interested and the heart is not hardly interested. what it needs is a moment to taste the sweet elixer of mental stillness. What.. may I ask, happens when you are not there to ask. haha. Blazing flame that will knock your socks off! And even though the words make no sense, they serve their purpose alright?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Nature's Peace
Ahh the peace that comes with patient relation with nature is impeccable. To sit by the tree and acknowledge its bark, the bugs on the ground, or in the cold winter, the frozen wellspring beneath the earths icy shell. These small things bring you so much peace, peace used to end the minds chatter and to be spent in resonation with Earth.
The Earth is alive and sensitive, very intelligent. It embraces us tenderly when we will to spend our time with it. Our bodies know earth from the physical, our organs are fed through what Earth produces. When our mind quiets.. feels.. it is enhanced by the earths sensitivity. Our heart delights in the color and splendor of a landscape, and our spirit is seen in it's vastness.
Have you starred at a flower, thoughtless? A purple skyline or an orange autumn tree?
To just watch and be aware of nature allows our blocks and cramps and stresses to dent, crack, and slip slide away.....
Feeling Stressed, worried, or anxious? Having a bad day or trouble in a relationship? Take a walk or run, breath deeply, and acknowledge your surroundings. This will bring so much peace to your mind. You'll find it hard to believe how accessible the dimension of peace becomes while dwelling in nature. A true miracle.
By the way. Minnesota in Autumn is sooo beautiful, right now the transition is being made.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I Document My Poetry
Another piece about the simple thing that gives a man so much trouble.. *sob*.
Mother of mercy
Like a dripping honeycomb
So you fill my heart with virtue
Chrysanthemum in the field
Blooming each season, yielding to each
My subtle dandelion
Who laughs me to tears, choking my words
Till all is unwritten
Standing on the verge of the moment
Isn't it strange to see your eyes become mine?
Mother of mercy
Like a dripping honeycomb
So you fill my heart with virtue
Chrysanthemum in the field
Blooming each season, yielding to each
My subtle dandelion
Who laughs me to tears, choking my words
Till all is unwritten
Standing on the verge of the moment
Isn't it strange to see your eyes become mine?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Bill Gates
This rhyme rings success, for my friendship and I
We emanate and serve tasty rhymes no discriminate
I'm the shy type, but I've got my mind right
Mad skills just exposing a portion, playing the role of an orphan
My friend has the spirit, it's in him the crowd trusts
He sets em up and then gets them crushed
It may look like I play the crutch
But look a little closer to see I'm holding him up
I'm the reason he shines, though they don't pay me much mind
When I speak It sounds to be a door that is rusted
They stand and feint away, it leaves me surprised
Cause to me my words look like something to listen to
They bring meaning to my life and come from that meaning
Is the crowd not well meaning? It's the story of my life
It's the story of type, does my nonacceptance have me paying the price?
I'm too busy thinking, lets get back to the show, drop a bar just to let them know
I'm still alive! more than ever! My friend rises on my downfall, or so it seems.
We emanate and serve tasty rhymes no discriminate
I'm the shy type, but I've got my mind right
Mad skills just exposing a portion, playing the role of an orphan
My friend has the spirit, it's in him the crowd trusts
He sets em up and then gets them crushed
It may look like I play the crutch
But look a little closer to see I'm holding him up
I'm the reason he shines, though they don't pay me much mind
When I speak It sounds to be a door that is rusted
They stand and feint away, it leaves me surprised
Cause to me my words look like something to listen to
They bring meaning to my life and come from that meaning
Is the crowd not well meaning? It's the story of my life
It's the story of type, does my nonacceptance have me paying the price?
I'm too busy thinking, lets get back to the show, drop a bar just to let them know
I'm still alive! more than ever! My friend rises on my downfall, or so it seems.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Respect the Meditator
Endow this woman with respect, she has traveled very far.
Respect the mediator you fools, she loves you and at the same time avoids you.
Her knowledge is not in a book or boughten in a store.
It is not having to do with "soul" "heart" "god" or "watchfulness".
The mediator is a flower that draws in light, the light of no expectations.
The mediator is as much of a fighter as any black ally brawler.
Have you heard of a back ally brawler honoring the hidden?
Walk around the world three times, she will surpass in a second.
If you had any idea, you would yield to her, cater to her, and care for her.
She will shower riches that you cannot receive, your pockets are already full.
She will effortlessly polish your heart, what an unnecessary commodity!
She will be everything you thought you wanted, and take your laughter with a smile.
Respect the mediator you fools, she loves you and at the same time avoids you.
Her knowledge is not in a book or boughten in a store.
It is not having to do with "soul" "heart" "god" or "watchfulness".
The mediator is a flower that draws in light, the light of no expectations.
The mediator is as much of a fighter as any black ally brawler.
Have you heard of a back ally brawler honoring the hidden?
Walk around the world three times, she will surpass in a second.
If you had any idea, you would yield to her, cater to her, and care for her.
She will shower riches that you cannot receive, your pockets are already full.
She will effortlessly polish your heart, what an unnecessary commodity!
She will be everything you thought you wanted, and take your laughter with a smile.
Desire and Surrender
Your Desire is Blind 2/21/10
You chase after wants and desires almost as quickly as your mind spins them into webs. You believe that in your blind followings lies contentment and compleation. You are being fooled and used. That which brings contentment also brings an awful lot of love and life. For life as it now with all it's robust things, all it's pleasantries and shiny toys, does not fulfill man's endless desires. Of what immensity would it take to soothe man's burning striving? Could the universe in it's entirety play such a role? How weary must you become? How utterly repulsed until all is dropped, left behind, and eventually forgotten for the secret of your soul? Forever aware is this secret... nah it is no secret at all to an empty mind and quiet heart. It is still yet exploding, quiet yet rapturous. Your hearts medicine, your souls ecstasy.It is life, it is love, and it's beauty is remarkable.
Surrender 3/13/10
Around every corner of life lies surrender. With surrender lies the stream of life. If you are merging with that stream, than you my friend have found surrender. What a joy it is to float with the river! What a hassle to be over encumbered with the weight of past mistakes and the wait for the future with its ambitions and all. How beautiful is this effortless state! How simple and easy! And surrender bears bountiful gifts, carefully decorated, exploding in color. Surrender is the bridge between you and your life, let us cross shall we?
You chase after wants and desires almost as quickly as your mind spins them into webs. You believe that in your blind followings lies contentment and compleation. You are being fooled and used. That which brings contentment also brings an awful lot of love and life. For life as it now with all it's robust things, all it's pleasantries and shiny toys, does not fulfill man's endless desires. Of what immensity would it take to soothe man's burning striving? Could the universe in it's entirety play such a role? How weary must you become? How utterly repulsed until all is dropped, left behind, and eventually forgotten for the secret of your soul? Forever aware is this secret... nah it is no secret at all to an empty mind and quiet heart. It is still yet exploding, quiet yet rapturous. Your hearts medicine, your souls ecstasy.It is life, it is love, and it's beauty is remarkable.
Surrender 3/13/10
Around every corner of life lies surrender. With surrender lies the stream of life. If you are merging with that stream, than you my friend have found surrender. What a joy it is to float with the river! What a hassle to be over encumbered with the weight of past mistakes and the wait for the future with its ambitions and all. How beautiful is this effortless state! How simple and easy! And surrender bears bountiful gifts, carefully decorated, exploding in color. Surrender is the bridge between you and your life, let us cross shall we?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Call for Ecological Action
My heart beats with passion, this is not a fashion. Time to get smashing with ecological action.
Nature, is the world, nature is not built by man and is not made for man to tamper with. Nature is a delicate and fragile thing, have you felt it? Watching you at night, saturating the air with its vibrations. Allowing you to breath and existing effortlessly all the while. When we are unaware of our relationship with nature, without and within, a great imbalance that we see today arises. We are cutting down trees and destroying our roots. We are unconsciously trading in earths wonders landscapes for the ugly shop front, aisles and aisles of things to fill up our time, and our basements :(
Maybe it is that we have forgotten what affection nature gives to us. I encourage a walk through the woods or local park. Try buying a plant to water and care for in your room. Nature leaves itself open to us does more for us than we can imagine. Can you imagine the change in energy if we were to cut down half of our surrounding trees? Feeling passionate and using this to drive my education on conservation and a more balanced life style.
And of course a plethora of feeling...
Spraying lawns for weeds and introducing chemicals, your living unaware and not seeing with your eyes. Seeing nature as our guide thus it's downfalls our demise. Yet we never realize that nature serves us all the time. TO make the earth a heaven and direct us to the sky. A flower rests on the wayside just to look at, as we proceed to war with no attempts to look back. You don't need to be a philosopher or poet to know nature. Have a walk, hug a tree, and savor natures flavor. You could even start a garden in a back yard! Some elbow geese and backbone its not really that hard! Respect our mother earth! Establish a connection! Nature dwells within our nature impassable perfection!
Nature, is the world, nature is not built by man and is not made for man to tamper with. Nature is a delicate and fragile thing, have you felt it? Watching you at night, saturating the air with its vibrations. Allowing you to breath and existing effortlessly all the while. When we are unaware of our relationship with nature, without and within, a great imbalance that we see today arises. We are cutting down trees and destroying our roots. We are unconsciously trading in earths wonders landscapes for the ugly shop front, aisles and aisles of things to fill up our time, and our basements :(
Maybe it is that we have forgotten what affection nature gives to us. I encourage a walk through the woods or local park. Try buying a plant to water and care for in your room. Nature leaves itself open to us does more for us than we can imagine. Can you imagine the change in energy if we were to cut down half of our surrounding trees? Feeling passionate and using this to drive my education on conservation and a more balanced life style.
And of course a plethora of feeling...
Spraying lawns for weeds and introducing chemicals, your living unaware and not seeing with your eyes. Seeing nature as our guide thus it's downfalls our demise. Yet we never realize that nature serves us all the time. TO make the earth a heaven and direct us to the sky. A flower rests on the wayside just to look at, as we proceed to war with no attempts to look back. You don't need to be a philosopher or poet to know nature. Have a walk, hug a tree, and savor natures flavor. You could even start a garden in a back yard! Some elbow geese and backbone its not really that hard! Respect our mother earth! Establish a connection! Nature dwells within our nature impassable perfection!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A Prayer to the Father
Father, rejoice in yourself today for your son has found his way back to you. He has tread the long road and encountered pitfalls beyond mosts comprehension. He has slowly unraveled your mystery's. He has drowned in your sorrow and basked in the supreme love that is you alone.
O FATHER!! your way has been hard and treacherous, many times my heart has bled its entirety.
O FATHER!! your way has been so selective that very few will understand... in this aloneness I dwell.
You come to me father, in times of hardship, and you exalt me and reveal your own strength
Father, you lower your head to exalt me... of whose mouth can I speak from to worthily praise..
At times I feel myself unworthy, I see that your world is only now coming into view. I speak to you from my depths!! I cry to you!! Forgive me father for my weaknesses... Why do you bother with this man? Suffering from pain, stumbling in his blindness??
It is your own virtue... the virtue that now brings tears to my eyes. I cannot begin to express it. O father, I am yours, wrestled from my place of resting, stripped of clothing, sealed eternally in your beauty....
O FATHER!! your way has been hard and treacherous, many times my heart has bled its entirety.
O FATHER!! your way has been so selective that very few will understand... in this aloneness I dwell.
You come to me father, in times of hardship, and you exalt me and reveal your own strength
Father, you lower your head to exalt me... of whose mouth can I speak from to worthily praise..
At times I feel myself unworthy, I see that your world is only now coming into view. I speak to you from my depths!! I cry to you!! Forgive me father for my weaknesses... Why do you bother with this man? Suffering from pain, stumbling in his blindness??
It is your own virtue... the virtue that now brings tears to my eyes. I cannot begin to express it. O father, I am yours, wrestled from my place of resting, stripped of clothing, sealed eternally in your beauty....
Thursday, July 15, 2010
The Supreme Aim & The Greatest Tragedy
Call it meditation, work on oneself, awareness, purity, consciousness. They all attempt to point to the same thing and all fail. They are words and words will always be clouded with ideologies, subject to time and the human condition. To be, to relax into yourself and sincerely begin to inquire, accept, suffer, and again move back into realms of thought, feeling, sensual experience, to me is the supreme aim. Any experience is valid because your awareness does not judge good or bad. It just sees, and it is your own choice to stick with this pure seeing, otherwise you are subject to the raging streams of thought and desire, you will not be in control, you will not be present. In the past there was a very simple exercise I would use to come back to this simple awareness, this resting attention, this beingness. In the midst of my day, in those moments that I wasn't lost in daydream or pursuit, I would ask myself "Who am I?" and would just try to be alert in that moment, make an attempt to "feel" myself and stick with this "feeling". Nothing was instant, and I would feel confused and frustrated at times. I stuck with it. Another question would be "what is this experience all about?" and again, in asking this allow something to arise, keeping watchfull like throwing a bowling ball and waiting for the pins to be knocked down. Agian and again I would do this and more and more get a strange feeling of connectedness, of an intimacy that was very pleasurable. When beginning it helped to ask these questions. "Who am I?" a song would pop into my head, I let it play and again asked "This body is it moving by itself or am I moving it?" "Is this thought me or does it belong to another?" These short reflections do not do much at first, no, at first it is very slow. For one secound you will remember to be aware, awake, the next... the flame has gone out and you are lost in the content of you mind. Maybe a whole day will pass untill you relize that you were unaware. You may even be angry when you come back and become aware that you lost yourself. "Fuck!" But think about this, the fact that you remembered you were not aware in itself is a rising awareness, a growing awareness. When I felt this returning I would again make attempts to strengthen this dully alive feeling. Trying to feel my own presence very intensly and letting awareness, aliveness, sink into new areas of myself. To continue this exploration, of mind, emotion, body, surrounding, became my supreme aim, and to stop this search, to fall into stagnation became the greatest tragedy.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Poetry! (Preview)
Love once existed as an old ancient tomb, buried in the earth and concealed from the multitudes.
It was dormant, asleep, and would only be stirred when energetic winds wrestled above it's dusty catacombs.
Then, a furious thunderstorm came, and in it's process lightning struck directly above the tomb
A small crack pierced the old walls, stiffer than bricks, and sensing this, love sprang like never before to break the eternal seal. Drawing forth all its energy, acting as a vacuum on everything around, a great energy arose. It pounded agianst its prison without mercy, causing a great shaking in the earth.
The residents of the near landscape had for many mounths, years, centuries, been living lives of no value. All their energy was invested in a self induced matrix of thought, they believed themselves victims of life, and never in years had one of them been truly happy.
It was dormant, asleep, and would only be stirred when energetic winds wrestled above it's dusty catacombs.
Then, a furious thunderstorm came, and in it's process lightning struck directly above the tomb
A small crack pierced the old walls, stiffer than bricks, and sensing this, love sprang like never before to break the eternal seal. Drawing forth all its energy, acting as a vacuum on everything around, a great energy arose. It pounded agianst its prison without mercy, causing a great shaking in the earth.
The residents of the near landscape had for many mounths, years, centuries, been living lives of no value. All their energy was invested in a self induced matrix of thought, they believed themselves victims of life, and never in years had one of them been truly happy.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Great Jericho Cannons Echo Sound Residual
Here is something that has taken me a long time to understand, although you hear it suggested and implied to be obvious very often in life. I think what I am talking about is being inconsistent, and to be happy with different things and to shed your old skin. Even on my blog in the past I talked about this. I've written things that say enforcing various things on yourself, how would you say it, will stunt your growth? Now I am seeing that as an attitude I enforced on myself, not to say that the things that I wrote didn't come from my heart, a place of meaning, but even meaningful things fall away my friends. You know I used to think that enjoyment lied in consistency, and it does. But now I see myself wanting again to test the waters and explore new perspectives, and just learn from my own mistakes instead of trying to mimic this or that, act in this or that way. I don't want to be consistent anymore. I'm strong enough now just to let go of all the crutches. When I am like this, inconsistent, than I can learn so much from you and the world around. I can express myself much better according to the people I am with. There is love in this. Many times I've give change in situation resistance and see it as a cramp in my plans, now I am seeing it more so as something to learn a great deal from, and enjoy for fucks sake. Not everything has to be a lesson and sometimes you just need to be wild and explode. Sometimes you need to be dull and uninteresting, I don't even care about these things and honestly boredom looks to me almost the same as being wild. I just go on and flow on I don't know how to live or what to do but I will say that I enjoy each day more and more, because my awareness stretches to all things. There is love in this :). And this is one of the first blogs where I just wrote without giving a fuck about impressions. Fuck Rapping!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Again that something opens the floodgates of the heart
Disappearing into a traceless haze
Covering the room in a thick smog
You are on fire!
well burn me my one, burn me
swallow me whole
I am already drowning, end it now!
Sweet sweet silence
I enjoy the sunshine
Join me my friend, brother, and cousins
Your sugar numbs the tongue and tinges the body
Mine entrances the heart, won't you try it
pleeaassee
Covering the room in a thick smog
You are on fire!
well burn me my one, burn me
swallow me whole
I am already drowning, end it now!
Sweet sweet silence
I enjoy the sunshine
Join me my friend, brother, and cousins
Your sugar numbs the tongue and tinges the body
Mine entrances the heart, won't you try it
pleeaassee
Monday, June 14, 2010
Last Nights Hypnotism
Documenting a little something from last night. Last night at an all night party hosted at my high school for my graduating class there was a special guest. This guest was a hypnotist. He began with telling the audience of around six hundred to hold up their hands and interlock them, then he repeated that they were getting tighter and tighter and will no longer be able to be opened. Well when he told us to unlock them I did so easily but others could not. It was these few remaining with locked fingers who he chose to experiment with on stage. During the course of about an hour this hypnotist had control over 10 students. It was interesting to watch through the various experiments and I made several observations. Each person appeared conscious, they had open eyes, control over movements, and fluid emotions but something was missing; each student was subject to the will of the hypnotist. He would work with with one or two at a time making them do things like dance, or would limit their speech to certain words, even freeze body parts. The hypnotist could talk with the whole group while in a trance and would give them a scenario and then, by command, awaken them to that described scenario. He made use of their imagination when telling them they were on a rocket ship blasting into hyperspace. Each student clutched their shoulders and started to vibrate. Amazing! There eyes were open but if you looked close you could see that they were dreaming and projecting imagination onto their surroundings. The show ended when the hypnotist releasing the students from his bondage of entertainment by snapping them out of there sleep trance. The audience left the hall and those hypnotized recalled little to nothing of the last hour. The performance left me wondering how it all worked, and above that how easily and quickly the man could control those few students. Was it subjective to those chosen? Did he play some trick of music vibrations? More than likely though we are already hypnotized, and his job was just making use of that. Sitting outside I took a moment to myself and observed the surrounding people, and like many times before I found it to be true. Many sets of seeking eyes bore the same look as those onstage and entranced.they appeared to be awake and functioning yet if you looked in their eyes you could see their dreams being projected onto their surroundings, they were victim to these dreams like those students were victims of the hypnotist. Being tugged too and fro by the force of these dreams, possessed I felt surrounded by hypnotized people! it was horrifying! they appeared to be awake and functioning yet if you looked in their eyes you could see their dreams being projected onto their surroundings, they were victim to these dreams like those students were victims of the hypnotist. Being tugged too and fro by the force of these dreams, possessed. They were not aware of themselves but under the influence of some hypnosis of desire. So strange... if only they could be awoken with a tap on the shoulder and have their attention come back into reality, back to remembering themselves, their own presence, the feeling of I AM within yet beneath the powerful pull of dreams. Then I thought, would they want to? Maybe they dream themselves to be powerful, possessing things that they do not actually have. Maybe they are in a nightmare! It left a impression that stayed with me as I skateboarded home.
Friday, June 11, 2010
One last poem
I had the noose around my neck and was just about to choke it
When a phrase came to me and I didn't feel so hopeless
It wasn't just a gesture that you would hear out on the streets
It was 16 sacred words that did resonate in me
You chose the hardest path theres no arguing with that
now get it off our neck and get up off your back
Your gonna trudge the way
the path goes straight to hell
I won't give you shit but will just tell you this..
Your lips are endowed with a quality
that burns away the darkness and makes it how it outta be
Then the pain struck, it was too tough
I made it through it, it gave me new stuff
A pair of eyes with potential to seek
At that same moment my heart started to beat
And a strange strength, swept me off of my feet
showing me a brightness that may lighten my load
From the stories untold, old, Solomon's gold
Im not a child no more, Ive grown into maturity
through the limitless pain and the seas of uncertainty
don't know if this world is fit to nurture me
come to my house in this state of emergency
and bear me your burdens , Ill take them away that is certain
When a phrase came to me and I didn't feel so hopeless
It wasn't just a gesture that you would hear out on the streets
It was 16 sacred words that did resonate in me
You chose the hardest path theres no arguing with that
now get it off our neck and get up off your back
Your gonna trudge the way
the path goes straight to hell
I won't give you shit but will just tell you this..
Your lips are endowed with a quality
that burns away the darkness and makes it how it outta be
Then the pain struck, it was too tough
I made it through it, it gave me new stuff
A pair of eyes with potential to seek
At that same moment my heart started to beat
And a strange strength, swept me off of my feet
showing me a brightness that may lighten my load
From the stories untold, old, Solomon's gold
Im not a child no more, Ive grown into maturity
through the limitless pain and the seas of uncertainty
don't know if this world is fit to nurture me
come to my house in this state of emergency
and bear me your burdens , Ill take them away that is certain
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Good/Bad?
Okay I am in no way trying to give you some philosophy or complex thoughts, you already have enough. The shoulds and should nots. To me it is all bullshit. Who is the holier than tho men who have put these restrictions on us, and so much that we enforce them by ourselves. This good and bad business, this virtue and sin. They have taken away so many lives before the person has had the chance to begin!! so many!! These images of good and bad have given us a bogus conscience! Sentenced to a life of guilt and servitude, of suppression and anguish. A child is playing in the yard with friends, laughing, he is just himself, and whether he is acting angry, deceitful, means nothing, He is innocent!! not yet decrepit with this dull society. and what comes from him comes from innocence. He sees more than you do! Your college and schooling, time spent in worship, endless knowledge does not give you that innocence. That sight! emptiness! eyes! But we enforce and enforce things upon this child. How to act, should and should nots, roles, meaningless things that choke him out. It is dangerous to remain a child you say, there is business, something must be done in this world. You disregard that innocence and kill him with countless responsibilities born from ignorance. Give your child room to grow, your own child, he or she is within, give it the freedom it seeks, and feed it weather that method be good or bad. Till the soils and grow that child and than you will see... you will see that child is your mother, father, and children, the trees and the earthworm, the one next to you with the dirty look in his eyes. That child is beauty and fullfillment itself. Give it trust, nuture and care. Be brave my child.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Fragments from an Unknown State
One night I awoke between sleep and a dream. An old voice spoke in an ancient melody. It felt as though time was receding to it's source. The voice rang out in a rhythm and chorus. Hear this! it pronounced and I bounced back to spaces that in comparison were quite tasteless. I slept for a second and then left it behind. Was it a choice that I made or one of my mind? This time clearer it came as the rain in the chasm of canyons. Echoing out I honed in to fathom. Infinite love and a peace that's unseen were some of the things this voice showed to me... I awoke the next morning broken and mourning for I felt myself no longer at home. I was lying in my own bed and wondering for what walls existed. What do we keep out and what is beyond beyond beyond that bad taste in our mouths. Perhaps the WHOLE of creation perhaps nothing but, I have to find out. Could it be that fleeting freedom that is now a memory. That song of magnificence is now an old crusted tune. O spare me the heartache but my heart is no longer well, I am in agony. Blistering pain!! May that common connectedness visit this miserly man once more.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Learn to Freestyle
Rapping has always been a joy for me, I have been rapping for a long time and some say "I got flow" so? what would they know??
Just kidding.
Since I've found joy in rapping I've tried to spread the fever to others, and I'd say that I'm let down at the inability of people to step into harmonic lyricism. Timid and unsure they say "I can't rap" then I would say something like "if you can talk you can sing, if you can walk you can dance" and again they would hit me with "I can't rap" Its nothing really, easy as pie, a little momentum and energy put into it and all of the sudden your mind is feeding you all your thoughts backwards.
You might say this is how you learn to rap, continuous effort. You get 2 or 3 thoughts mixed and mashed up and it sputters out, but the thing is that harmony comes with adjustment and adaption to these "undesirable conditions" just forgive yourself and keep hammering that nail, you will be shredding the mic son!!
What is rapping to me? Rapping is self expression, rapping is a form of communication, and sometimes this form is more versatile for getting thoughts across, like poetry or painting, like star gazing or running in the rain, party go-ing. A certain taste and flavor that can add some spices to life is what rap is. I don't know if you know this but they call a circle of lyricists a "cypher" and indeed rapping works this way. It siphons your emotion, your vision, you grit and filth, your ecstasys and it pools in into a river that onlookers call "flow". Of course the rappers know not only the word but that experience of being one with the flow. That rapper is you next time you are asked to drop a line, a thought, just go for it cousin!! Something like...
Busy as a beaver
I guess I'm a... believer
Okay your friend will take over from there but next time it comes to you your ready like...
Blue unto the White
Its the rapid raw insight, that'll take you where you like for a jimmy and a light!
Okay okay, your warm but don't get cocky!!
I'm just messing with y'all its just an open poetry this post.
Just kidding.
Since I've found joy in rapping I've tried to spread the fever to others, and I'd say that I'm let down at the inability of people to step into harmonic lyricism. Timid and unsure they say "I can't rap" then I would say something like "if you can talk you can sing, if you can walk you can dance" and again they would hit me with "I can't rap" Its nothing really, easy as pie, a little momentum and energy put into it and all of the sudden your mind is feeding you all your thoughts backwards.
You might say this is how you learn to rap, continuous effort. You get 2 or 3 thoughts mixed and mashed up and it sputters out, but the thing is that harmony comes with adjustment and adaption to these "undesirable conditions" just forgive yourself and keep hammering that nail, you will be shredding the mic son!!
What is rapping to me? Rapping is self expression, rapping is a form of communication, and sometimes this form is more versatile for getting thoughts across, like poetry or painting, like star gazing or running in the rain, party go-ing. A certain taste and flavor that can add some spices to life is what rap is. I don't know if you know this but they call a circle of lyricists a "cypher" and indeed rapping works this way. It siphons your emotion, your vision, you grit and filth, your ecstasys and it pools in into a river that onlookers call "flow". Of course the rappers know not only the word but that experience of being one with the flow. That rapper is you next time you are asked to drop a line, a thought, just go for it cousin!! Something like...
Busy as a beaver
I guess I'm a... believer
Okay your friend will take over from there but next time it comes to you your ready like...
Blue unto the White
Its the rapid raw insight, that'll take you where you like for a jimmy and a light!
Okay okay, your warm but don't get cocky!!
I'm just messing with y'all its just an open poetry this post.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Weekend Experiences
Here is a post that is somewhat normal, no poetry, no direction, just telling you of the things going on in my life. We can all agree to this right? Okay then lets continue. Currently I am working on the late assignments for my English class, the very last credit necessary for my graduation. Graduation is coming and I am feeling strange, I have changed much throughout the year and have no idea what is in store for my future. Since the weather is nice and I have a sum of money saved I may leave home to travel. It will be a big challenge for me but Im starting to feel more assured that this is what I'll do.
Yesterday I left home temporarily, too much time there is suffocating, on my skateboard and traveled around Woodbury. I was pretty steamed but I wound up on a forest path between neighborhoods, there is some very nice nature in Woodbury between the streets and buildings. I sat there breathing, listening to the traffic in the distance and it wasn't long before I felt better. Continued towards the library letting off an olly or 180 on occasion and finally headed home. Since there was nothing for me to do there I decided to go to the school dance, and I'll say that I'm glad I did.
I usually have fun dancing and last night was no exception.I defiantly toned it down around others (at times) and I didn't spend all my energy in the first twenty minutes. A big thanks to everyone dancing and allowing themselves a good time. My favorite song was probably "party like a rock star", during this I had a big open space and was dancing as though I had drank a bottle rum. hahaha, a madman. I didnt come with a group to bunch into and was getting tired of dancing alone when a girl asked if I wanted to dance. We spent some time together and she turned out to be very sweet. Alot of silent communication which is cool for a change. Looks as though its that time again to leave this house and get to an early grad party. Sorry Mom and Dad but I promise to finish this paper by the weekends end. As for you reader, be happy and know that I'm smiling with you. Okay. Alright. Bye bye.
Yesterday I left home temporarily, too much time there is suffocating, on my skateboard and traveled around Woodbury. I was pretty steamed but I wound up on a forest path between neighborhoods, there is some very nice nature in Woodbury between the streets and buildings. I sat there breathing, listening to the traffic in the distance and it wasn't long before I felt better. Continued towards the library letting off an olly or 180 on occasion and finally headed home. Since there was nothing for me to do there I decided to go to the school dance, and I'll say that I'm glad I did.
I usually have fun dancing and last night was no exception.I defiantly toned it down around others (at times) and I didn't spend all my energy in the first twenty minutes. A big thanks to everyone dancing and allowing themselves a good time. My favorite song was probably "party like a rock star", during this I had a big open space and was dancing as though I had drank a bottle rum. hahaha, a madman. I didnt come with a group to bunch into and was getting tired of dancing alone when a girl asked if I wanted to dance. We spent some time together and she turned out to be very sweet. Alot of silent communication which is cool for a change. Looks as though its that time again to leave this house and get to an early grad party. Sorry Mom and Dad but I promise to finish this paper by the weekends end. As for you reader, be happy and know that I'm smiling with you. Okay. Alright. Bye bye.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
One Sad Song
So easy to listen to, understand, comprehend
Most comatose, I'm poetic with the pen
It depends, whats your aim?
Cmon man, lets just get outta here...
When the coast is clear be cautious
Talk much but its just that shrouded
Pure intentions get clouded
What is known gets doubted
Yet my feet stay grounded...
So maybe it's best, that life is a test
And the ones that progress, die to past success
Livers, Diers, Seekers, Liars
Tread each path like a fresh pair of tires
And I'm tired...
Don't hold me close, I'll fail every expectation
They wish for this but I go and do that
It's not easy for us either, but the flames get higher
Always seems like whats maimed gets dryer
Like hey, understand I've wept a silent tear too
Sorrow runs deep and I can't steer through
We need each other, you reach out to me
I reach out to you
No that wont do.
Life is more than that, life is so much realer
We never feel whats real theres so many dope dealers
The drugs are varied yet one in the same
Surviving on fear and conniving your pain
Wish I had a plane, Wish I had a plan...
Spending time alone is what make this man
But just take this man, and just break this man
Sometimes I just straight hate this man
But each storm will settle like so many else do
Life is never easy but we find our way through
And with each day lived, through each lifetime
We're finding the strength, that unknown lifeline
Peace & Love
Most comatose, I'm poetic with the pen
It depends, whats your aim?
Cmon man, lets just get outta here...
When the coast is clear be cautious
Talk much but its just that shrouded
Pure intentions get clouded
What is known gets doubted
Yet my feet stay grounded...
So maybe it's best, that life is a test
And the ones that progress, die to past success
Livers, Diers, Seekers, Liars
Tread each path like a fresh pair of tires
And I'm tired...
Don't hold me close, I'll fail every expectation
They wish for this but I go and do that
It's not easy for us either, but the flames get higher
Always seems like whats maimed gets dryer
Like hey, understand I've wept a silent tear too
Sorrow runs deep and I can't steer through
We need each other, you reach out to me
I reach out to you
No that wont do.
Life is more than that, life is so much realer
We never feel whats real theres so many dope dealers
The drugs are varied yet one in the same
Surviving on fear and conniving your pain
Wish I had a plane, Wish I had a plan...
Spending time alone is what make this man
But just take this man, and just break this man
Sometimes I just straight hate this man
But each storm will settle like so many else do
Life is never easy but we find our way through
And with each day lived, through each lifetime
We're finding the strength, that unknown lifeline
Peace & Love
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
On Wholesome Goodness
Your divine, purifying my inside
They call it love, but they must have died
Because they stopped at love & Im still finding
Im still flying, not only that but I'm crying
Out of the tender beauty that is you, without you I wouldn't know what to do
Your the only realness that is realer than real, your always on my mind, always
Most stay with the clouds with silver linings, enjoying that ride
But for you those clouds were nothing I had to break through them and feel the light of the sun
And how sweet it is
My only want left is be with you, to know you, to die in you
You can rob me blind I won't even flinch, I don't ask a thing of you because I am your shadow
To come home to you is all I want, to be free of this luggage I have been carrying for all this damned time
I feel you right now, see you right now and you are so alive
Making me an artist just being with you, every action from you is flawless, the most beutifull
You make the most divine poem what it is
I might write about you, speak about you, but just a fool flapping his tounge because you are unexpressable
Making me a madman, mad with this exploding love
They call it love, but they must have died
Because they stopped at love & Im still finding
Im still flying, not only that but I'm crying
Out of the tender beauty that is you, without you I wouldn't know what to do
Your the only realness that is realer than real, your always on my mind, always
Most stay with the clouds with silver linings, enjoying that ride
But for you those clouds were nothing I had to break through them and feel the light of the sun
And how sweet it is
My only want left is be with you, to know you, to die in you
You can rob me blind I won't even flinch, I don't ask a thing of you because I am your shadow
To come home to you is all I want, to be free of this luggage I have been carrying for all this damned time
I feel you right now, see you right now and you are so alive
Making me an artist just being with you, every action from you is flawless, the most beutifull
You make the most divine poem what it is
I might write about you, speak about you, but just a fool flapping his tounge because you are unexpressable
Making me a madman, mad with this exploding love
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Bringing Laughter Back
I have heard that laughter is the best medicine. This complements my observation that being serious is the worst diesease. I associate being serious with being tense, expectatious, asumptious, and easily slipping into problem seeking. While non-seriousness exhibits the qualities of playfullness, light heartedness, experimentation, and gives a sense of openness and space in ourselves that keeps us from reacting to things but rather responding to them. What are the things we are most serious about... I wont start with the big taboos, like sex or... oh no, relationship :D---8 Blahhh. Thats okay ill feel better soon. Some sit on feelings of anger, depression, sorrow, I believe with a little non-seriousness, a little expression these things are hardly even temporary. Even things like the mourning process, which i recently experienced, although painful, is fleeting when its not taken as "serious" or "permanent" a good cry, and a let go will help. And in doing this with my own feelings I was taken deep into the process and glimpsed at death and felt it fully, and experienced it in myself. The fleeting nature of everything, it was very hard to bear... but beautifull because it opened my heart seeing deeply with all my guts that the things around me come and go. Just yesterday I was working with music and after some time began to feel bored. "Can I find something valuble in this?", I know its not permanent, if i keep digging I will find its end. So I put on another beat and started groaning in agony, moaning about how time was moving soo slowww, and how nothing can fill this immense gap of boredom. I went into it deeply , and in this way I found the end of it, the light at the end of the tunnel, and I was so suprised, because my boredom soon became uproarous laughter, I was laughing my ass off!! Ill post my track it is pretty damn funny! Anyways encouraging to find this little jewel in yourself, that these "things" that we go through are very temporary and fleeting when you dont take them as permanent or reinforce them by creating your self around them. Not every experience we have is a joy, a bliss, no im not saying that. But things like anger, boredom, sadness, happiness, jealousy can become quite fun when you allow yourself to go into them , find ways to express them, and even learn to express them beatifully :). These negative things you encounter can be turned into creative energies.Just a little courage, trust, to experiment. Some laughter and non-seriouness with these things. But it is up to you, how daring are you? How willing are you to surrender these experiences, and empty yourself? How willing are you to exhaust your joys, sufferings, strengths and weaknesses?
The man you see next to me in my picture is an old poet named Khalil Gibran
He writes these beatifull lines-
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
He is speaking about living totally, not picking and choosing, but using all and everything. Far out am I right? Okay I am filled with energy and further intention to write but will lay this posting to rest
Peace my readers and fellow beings
The man you see next to me in my picture is an old poet named Khalil Gibran
He writes these beatifull lines-
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
He is speaking about living totally, not picking and choosing, but using all and everything. Far out am I right? Okay I am filled with energy and further intention to write but will lay this posting to rest
Peace my readers and fellow beings
Monday, May 3, 2010
You Are Vermin
You slimy dirty thing, yes you recognize when I say it
Be very afraid because the boogy man is coming to get you, he always does
Not from under your bed, but from within you, how will you escape this?
HAHAHAHA
I am talking about the ego, YOUR EGO :O , yes it will eventually have to be stricken down and killed,
and it will need to be beaten with a stick many times before dieing. It is the ego in you that is afraid, always. It is afraid of the shiftless sands (the shiftless YOU), it cannot survive your glance. And it is always shaking. When you will become aware of it in yourself, when you just look at it, it is already starting to disappear. But wait, it begins to tell you great things, "no please! you have so much to live for, don't look at me! go and watch tv! chase woman! play guitar! MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUR MOM!!" these are its very words. It will pull out all of its weapons, but this time you are not tricked, you dont even fight, you just watch it, listen to it, even laugh at it. It is afraid of you very much, your ego cannot survive in your presence. You are the boogy man! And it will not be long after looking at it to realize that you are tired of playing games FOR it. Its promises wont please you.
If I am not this ego, these strivings, desires, feelings, thoughts, ideas, than who am I?!? who the hell am I??
Be very afraid because the boogy man is coming to get you, he always does
Not from under your bed, but from within you, how will you escape this?
HAHAHAHA
I am talking about the ego, YOUR EGO :O , yes it will eventually have to be stricken down and killed,
and it will need to be beaten with a stick many times before dieing. It is the ego in you that is afraid, always. It is afraid of the shiftless sands (the shiftless YOU), it cannot survive your glance. And it is always shaking. When you will become aware of it in yourself, when you just look at it, it is already starting to disappear. But wait, it begins to tell you great things, "no please! you have so much to live for, don't look at me! go and watch tv! chase woman! play guitar! MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUR MOM!!" these are its very words. It will pull out all of its weapons, but this time you are not tricked, you dont even fight, you just watch it, listen to it, even laugh at it. It is afraid of you very much, your ego cannot survive in your presence. You are the boogy man! And it will not be long after looking at it to realize that you are tired of playing games FOR it. Its promises wont please you.
If I am not this ego, these strivings, desires, feelings, thoughts, ideas, than who am I?!? who the hell am I??
Eradicate Self Divine
Temptress worthy to seek and receive me
Send this out from this heart that is seething
Precious is the pressure like a young baby teething
Should I add a picture , Should I sign my name
Poetic4existence is chilling in the rain
find me going up and out in and in staying inn
And the comfort is wonderful status quo sufficient
If you are in the world that I desire to leave in imprint
Im sending this to those who are willing to be free
And laugh a laugh dance a dance spend awhile with me
Im just a humble presence that is wishing you the best
Ill try to give you the best that I get, legit!
These crummy rhymes are just to transmit my thoughts
Your self is in my thoughts,, but not the one that you've bought
Send this out from this heart that is seething
Precious is the pressure like a young baby teething
Should I add a picture , Should I sign my name
Poetic4existence is chilling in the rain
find me going up and out in and in staying inn
And the comfort is wonderful status quo sufficient
If you are in the world that I desire to leave in imprint
Im sending this to those who are willing to be free
And laugh a laugh dance a dance spend awhile with me
Im just a humble presence that is wishing you the best
Ill try to give you the best that I get, legit!
These crummy rhymes are just to transmit my thoughts
Your self is in my thoughts,, but not the one that you've bought
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tall Tales part 2
This aisle five was the home to snacks popcorn and what would soon be recognized as the stores "most valuble item". Tim Kate and Sherran had rummaged through their own sections of the stores and were all deeply unsatisfied. Although each of them had chosen a cart over the smaller basket, they had remained very much empty. Tims dissapointment increased as he passed through deli, produce, and the dairy department without finding a solution to his growing hunger. Sherran groaned in dismay as the aisle numbers went from 15 to 14 to 13... Kate felt worse than both Tim and Sherran, in fact she was so unsatisfied with the stores selection that she had given up entirely. Her focus shifted from filling her stomach to filling that empty space in her heart, for she was now chatting with a mildly handsome bagboy. Meanwhile the search for that perfect item, the end all of hunger, continued. Tim,felling desprete,began to read Aisle 1 Peanuts and Olives, Aisle 2 Noodles and Sauce, Aisle 3 Parsley and Radishes, Aisle 4 Bagels and Pankake Syrup. AGHHHH Tim became very frustrated and even somewhat sick. Suddenly at the very moment of desperation, aisle 5 stuck out like a sore thumb to the both of them. "Whats this" it was not them that spoke, but thier stomachs. The slim lane of grocery convenience emanated a message to those with the hunger to hear it. Tim would be quickly to enter but soon paused, magnitized by the strange marking on the floor. It was the ultimate. The only marking that could make the guarentee. It was the end all of hunger! Tim looked around in amazement. "Am I the only one who can see this?" "I must be" Said Sherran at the other end of the aisle. "If the others here could, then why are they not staring at this very symbol??"
Tall Tales part 1
Now, when one announces in capital letters of a greater font that tall tales will be presented, expectations are pretty high. Yet these are the type of tall tales that will create quite a different impression.
And so it began that a few years prior to this very date there were several townspeople. These people lived simple lives but concealed many a motive in their so to say "noodles". Now besides the fact of the three residing in similar circumstance of living, there was another "link" that "tied" these three together. Among their molehill of motives lied one that was particularly large. Quite large indeed. A motive like this unfulfilled is just the type that will fester into what you may call a "burning desire". And just as 3 logs of tender timber would quickly be consumed by an already burning blaze, likewise three of these abnormally large desires would, if met and merged, splatter upon the canvas of manifested existence. And fortunately for our appetite for the uncommon,this is exactly what occurred.
Tim Logger had found the keys to his car beneath the plain white recliner that he very often parked his rear end, and decided to refuel his refrigerator.
Kate Winslo meanwhile felt this same urge that is so common to the hungry stomach, and, bearing little mind to her already incomplete spring cleaning tasks, perched herself upon a prized 12 speed bicycle and pulled away to the nearest supermarket.
Sherran Doppledorf was panning fluids out of her jeep when that familiar grumble spoke to her louder than a cars engine purring for new oil. Realizing her attire was appropriate not only for automotive maintenance but also a springtime jog, she immediately slid out from beneath the behemoth and jogged straight out of her garage with intention of reaching the grocery mart.
Now I know what you must be thinking, all this hype about burning desires somewhat excited me, even to the point of restraining my own self from going to the fridge to chomp upon something sweet. Now are you telling me that this excitement was over the commonplace need to eat??
Now my readers... let us not be hasty. For it was only when the three townsfolk reached the supermarket that there real yearnings are revealed, and, can then be expounded upon. Although each of the three began shopping in different, somewhat opposite, areas of this supermarket it happened so that each of their paths intersected in the aisle known as "aisle five".
And so it began that a few years prior to this very date there were several townspeople. These people lived simple lives but concealed many a motive in their so to say "noodles". Now besides the fact of the three residing in similar circumstance of living, there was another "link" that "tied" these three together. Among their molehill of motives lied one that was particularly large. Quite large indeed. A motive like this unfulfilled is just the type that will fester into what you may call a "burning desire". And just as 3 logs of tender timber would quickly be consumed by an already burning blaze, likewise three of these abnormally large desires would, if met and merged, splatter upon the canvas of manifested existence. And fortunately for our appetite for the uncommon,this is exactly what occurred.
Tim Logger had found the keys to his car beneath the plain white recliner that he very often parked his rear end, and decided to refuel his refrigerator.
Kate Winslo meanwhile felt this same urge that is so common to the hungry stomach, and, bearing little mind to her already incomplete spring cleaning tasks, perched herself upon a prized 12 speed bicycle and pulled away to the nearest supermarket.
Sherran Doppledorf was panning fluids out of her jeep when that familiar grumble spoke to her louder than a cars engine purring for new oil. Realizing her attire was appropriate not only for automotive maintenance but also a springtime jog, she immediately slid out from beneath the behemoth and jogged straight out of her garage with intention of reaching the grocery mart.
Now I know what you must be thinking, all this hype about burning desires somewhat excited me, even to the point of restraining my own self from going to the fridge to chomp upon something sweet. Now are you telling me that this excitement was over the commonplace need to eat??
Now my readers... let us not be hasty. For it was only when the three townsfolk reached the supermarket that there real yearnings are revealed, and, can then be expounded upon. Although each of the three began shopping in different, somewhat opposite, areas of this supermarket it happened so that each of their paths intersected in the aisle known as "aisle five".
Simplicity
Utter inward simplicity is remaining choiceless always. I dont try hard and choose because the momentum of life is too strong and to go agianst that would take too much work. No, I'd rather just be, weather it be lazy or not respectable, or whatever dimension you take me in. There is no driving force in this state it is just motiveless. I cant find a reason to continue my writing or to write in the first place, I mean what is there to write about? everyhing is so simple and obvious. Okay but obviously this is not 250 words of absurd but its pretty close. If your not sleeping yet than go see a physician.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Scary Kids Scaring Kids - What's Said is Done
This song is really hitting me right now. Look it up on YouTube for the real song
O and dont worry, I am not depressed, fine actually, here is a smiley face just so you can be sure :D. :D
We watch these days go by
The seasons changed and faded away,
and the the things I've learned to love grow old and die
(no reason why, no reason why, no reason why, no reason why)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
Everybody seems to look the same
I feel so alone and now my head is bowed in shame again,
so I look to the heart of the devil for answers
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I spend my nights and days
Locked away there all the same
I don't know how much more I can take
(what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
to say a word, to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word...
O and dont worry, I am not depressed, fine actually, here is a smiley face just so you can be sure :D. :D
We watch these days go by
The seasons changed and faded away,
and the the things I've learned to love grow old and die
(no reason why, no reason why, no reason why, no reason why)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
Everybody seems to look the same
I feel so alone and now my head is bowed in shame again,
so I look to the heart of the devil for answers
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I spend my nights and days
Locked away there all the same
I don't know how much more I can take
(what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say, what's left to say)
cause life's too short to spend alone in misery
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word
to say a word, to say a word
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
I'm so afraid to ask
this solace never seems to last
I turn away as the sunshine fades to black
I'm so afraid to ask
I turn my back, block out the past
find me something true that isn't sad
This path is like a loaded gun
but what's said is done
you don't have to say a word...
Friday, April 16, 2010
For a Friend
My dear friend, the timing that we had was abrupt.
The times we spent were so quick to come, so quick to go, to leave, its left
Just a week ago you had something to show me, a simple story bout punching fists, gangs, the whollleee dragggg of life.
I remember looking deep and recognizing a spark in your eyes, a fun loving smile.
Now the melody you played casts pretty ripples of sorrow
And all your instruments have washed onto the other shore
so how are you doing now as a wave thats striding infinity?
you probably feel a little sad yet you smile from exploration
A wish for your well being from past confrontations, and past conversations, the pasts always waiting. . .
To put a vice on you and call you back to remember, pointing to a sky of better weather. Well remember that Decembers just a temporary thing. And all though I feel sad, man its good in a way. You were just one of the suns rays and I cast praise on the ways you interplayed in my days. Haha.
So lay back and be easy, its hard here but ill hold it down as the circle of existence spins round and we grow our roots into the ground just to get em plucked up. It might be fucked up but just silence the sound. As the sirens surround and the familys gather, the symmetry of simplicity is getting back at you.
Peace and Love
The times we spent were so quick to come, so quick to go, to leave, its left
Just a week ago you had something to show me, a simple story bout punching fists, gangs, the whollleee dragggg of life.
I remember looking deep and recognizing a spark in your eyes, a fun loving smile.
Now the melody you played casts pretty ripples of sorrow
And all your instruments have washed onto the other shore
so how are you doing now as a wave thats striding infinity?
you probably feel a little sad yet you smile from exploration
A wish for your well being from past confrontations, and past conversations, the pasts always waiting. . .
To put a vice on you and call you back to remember, pointing to a sky of better weather. Well remember that Decembers just a temporary thing. And all though I feel sad, man its good in a way. You were just one of the suns rays and I cast praise on the ways you interplayed in my days. Haha.
So lay back and be easy, its hard here but ill hold it down as the circle of existence spins round and we grow our roots into the ground just to get em plucked up. It might be fucked up but just silence the sound. As the sirens surround and the familys gather, the symmetry of simplicity is getting back at you.
Peace and Love
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
After spending time in the forest
Mellow Exhalations give rise to modesty. You are in a green garden where the root chakra feels an affinity. A drop of dew is enough to parch your throat. Stone statues heed to on comers, shiftless in expression. A caterpillar bends and folds upon the leafs broad surface, the potted plant adjacent to the budding birch tree. What is it about this place that quiets the mind, and takes it all away? Wait, even that thought seems heavy. Patiently watching, the cloud passes and you are again with the sky. A smile forms in the corner of your lips, you giggle at thoughts quaint contradiction.
Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.
It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.
(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)
Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.
It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.
(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Each Paragraph is Different
It seems people have been preaching for longer lengths of time. The rhyme is prime when its not dropped off the line. I went into the system. Suction-cupped assimilate. Broken every boundary every barrier my mind design to be a carrier. Now different aspects play at once It feels a little tense. But in a single moment this aspect is a pretense. So.. SO.. So.. so the mission Sew. Cut. Lock Down... Look down then you stared up a simulated
Slow tides steady, calm cool ready, Cool hand Luke yet I'm slick sly Freddy. Let out a sigh ch yea stomach filled with spaghetti.
Feels whats the reason to continue when its rarely that your seen, trudging down the Allys in the dark? no? Picked up a little pebble but Ive cast away a stone. You can sharpen up your pencil till the point when your alone. Eyes of love,,, but its like yeah whatever man. Deny yourself the brilliance but whats true is in your hand. I fuel it feed it seems to take up my attention. Just letting it flow now and its been so long. The keyboard cracks laments its sad song. This sorrows gone.. . on long enough, hit the next song button its nothing.
Living on the cusp of danger, the presence of a stranger, suitcase slipped back wits cracked bangers. Wisdom gaps and the presence is felt. Its strange and insane and I'm needing some help. Next, day, NO DELAY. Its been awhile since living like this. I story told slightly off key. Never blossomed with the flowers rather be the bumble bee. But its all a simile for something you wont see. Carry it on to the next potentiality.
I was born in the soil and Ive germinated for longer than the most of the plants, they said I could dance. Budded from the soil took my first glance, o look there's the ants. At night the great darkness revealed its specks of white. Sometimes in the building phase, that seemed like never yielding phase, that CO2 breathing phase, that would last for days. The light, would reveal my new leaves. And this was victory, for a was a part that the earth could notice and see. Summer came and it rained and the plow sewed the grain. Nother winter fruitless plains, but my roots are more ingrained. Being fed by the earth, and its nectar gives me sight. Living as a plant, you know, you rarely pay the price. For the soil has no vice. And the breeze is carried light. White.. clouds in the sky, next the apple of the eyes, just a fragment do I see, but to me, infinity. Now I a stack and birds perch upon the limbs. Bluejays and Cardinals, the world we're living in. Nature Reflected, rejected, new perspective to be accepted and expected. Love live liberty of green. Got the corn hanging from my arms tomorrows just a dream, but crush it into cream, and eat enjoying all. Its not only for you, but its here for all .
Slow tides steady, calm cool ready, Cool hand Luke yet I'm slick sly Freddy. Let out a sigh ch yea stomach filled with spaghetti.
Feels whats the reason to continue when its rarely that your seen, trudging down the Allys in the dark? no? Picked up a little pebble but Ive cast away a stone. You can sharpen up your pencil till the point when your alone. Eyes of love,,, but its like yeah whatever man. Deny yourself the brilliance but whats true is in your hand. I fuel it feed it seems to take up my attention. Just letting it flow now and its been so long. The keyboard cracks laments its sad song. This sorrows gone.. . on long enough, hit the next song button its nothing.
Living on the cusp of danger, the presence of a stranger, suitcase slipped back wits cracked bangers. Wisdom gaps and the presence is felt. Its strange and insane and I'm needing some help. Next, day, NO DELAY. Its been awhile since living like this. I story told slightly off key. Never blossomed with the flowers rather be the bumble bee. But its all a simile for something you wont see. Carry it on to the next potentiality.
I was born in the soil and Ive germinated for longer than the most of the plants, they said I could dance. Budded from the soil took my first glance, o look there's the ants. At night the great darkness revealed its specks of white. Sometimes in the building phase, that seemed like never yielding phase, that CO2 breathing phase, that would last for days. The light, would reveal my new leaves. And this was victory, for a was a part that the earth could notice and see. Summer came and it rained and the plow sewed the grain. Nother winter fruitless plains, but my roots are more ingrained. Being fed by the earth, and its nectar gives me sight. Living as a plant, you know, you rarely pay the price. For the soil has no vice. And the breeze is carried light. White.. clouds in the sky, next the apple of the eyes, just a fragment do I see, but to me, infinity. Now I a stack and birds perch upon the limbs. Bluejays and Cardinals, the world we're living in. Nature Reflected, rejected, new perspective to be accepted and expected. Love live liberty of green. Got the corn hanging from my arms tomorrows just a dream, but crush it into cream, and eat enjoying all. Its not only for you, but its here for all .
Monday, April 12, 2010
BE CRAZY
How the hell can you dance when you have an image of how dance is "supposed to be"?? How can you create something beautiful when beauty is a preconceived notion? Can you imagine an art gallery filled with copies of the same picture? How can you live spontaneously, flying on the wings of freedom if you limit yourself to your name and a few things you have done in the past?
You are alive!!
There is not a moment in life where you can stop and say "okay, now it is all figured out, I will go and lie in my coffin."
Life is a constant movement, a constant expression and learning, but how can you be moving, expressing, learning, when you constrict yourself to such a small portion of it? "I am Cindy Crawford, a democrat, and listen only to country music" "I will be polite, and never angry" "I will not smoke cigarettes." "I will go swimming three times a week from 10 to eleven a clock." You go on sticking labels to yourself, reinforcing them to make sure they do not peel off, saying they will make you smarter, prettier, better. Look you fool! your face is just full of stickers!
I WILL TELL YOU BE CRAZY! TAKE A RISK! Dont be afraid to look insane to others, and dont be afraid to look strange or stupid. Break from the all of those expectations that are crushing you! Dont hesitate to be total in your actions. Only when your actions are total will they reconnect you with life! Dont fight, but FIGHT. Dont scream, but SCREAM!! Let your dance be a frenzy, let your anger be a consuming flame!! Let your downtime be a deep meditation (haha) And last dont be afraid to completely disregard this article, hope I got to some of you!
You are alive!!
There is not a moment in life where you can stop and say "okay, now it is all figured out, I will go and lie in my coffin."
Life is a constant movement, a constant expression and learning, but how can you be moving, expressing, learning, when you constrict yourself to such a small portion of it? "I am Cindy Crawford, a democrat, and listen only to country music" "I will be polite, and never angry" "I will not smoke cigarettes." "I will go swimming three times a week from 10 to eleven a clock." You go on sticking labels to yourself, reinforcing them to make sure they do not peel off, saying they will make you smarter, prettier, better. Look you fool! your face is just full of stickers!
I WILL TELL YOU BE CRAZY! TAKE A RISK! Dont be afraid to look insane to others, and dont be afraid to look strange or stupid. Break from the all of those expectations that are crushing you! Dont hesitate to be total in your actions. Only when your actions are total will they reconnect you with life! Dont fight, but FIGHT. Dont scream, but SCREAM!! Let your dance be a frenzy, let your anger be a consuming flame!! Let your downtime be a deep meditation (haha) And last dont be afraid to completely disregard this article, hope I got to some of you!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
What Made Them All Fall Down. (Class Prompt)
Very abstract. What made them all fall down? and were they ever up in the first place? and to get back, how steep is the climb? Well if one were to refer to the New Testament then you could say the fall began when Eve ate the forbidden fruit and learned "the knowledge of good and evil". Or was the real fall when humpty dumpty was slick with crisco and made the fatal mistake to perch on a high wall? Is this prompt a forshadowing of a great fall of man into the clutches of the computer? The concern of man being outdone and even programmed by the computer is becoming more and more real everyday. Is it the fall of our attension from watching ourselves closely to losing ourselves in petty things?? Where are the steel boots that can trudge up the montains fallen off of? Dicks Sporting goods does not carry them. And whose will is strong enough to conquer these montains that span so far ahead of our sight. Surely climbing Everest will take less perserverance. The fall is great, and we have become small. Where can one find force that will fling us out of these problems, this growing conflict? If you were to ask me I wouldn't be able to say much, and I certainly can't make the climb for you. Your legs will grow weary, and your heart will ache for comfort. As you acsend the montains, your company will grow scarce and the path will stray into jagged rocks. You may reach their peaks, or you may fall off and break. Many times your mind will convince you that you have been rollin back down. It is even possible that the top of the montains are as barren and empty as the dark valleys below. I cannot tell you because I am still climbing, If I spot you below me I will throw down a rope, extend a hand, and point out the known path to the summit. This climb is yours alone, mine alone, yet it is shared between all of us.You must do all you can crying out "lord have mercy!!"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Thick Night
You clutch the crutch whenever you stop and look
Because this wasn't the image you remember from those picture books
Again and again you feel cheated and mistook, by those smiling faces that are there just for looks
Its not easy to continue, somehow we find strength
So often forget that its there, in the world that doesn't care
You ask me what is the meaning? With thick lines in your face
Thick lines that get spit shined but never erased
So what is the meaning, I just have to know
Could you plant a seed for me? that I could sew?
Ill do what I can but the journey is yours
Only to lend a hand when your broken and sore
And to whisper that phrase, the one that's familiar
The caterpillar doesn't die but becomes a butterfly
The gray clouds grow thick and they cover the sky
and whats ahead is not easy Ill tell you no lie
But from the ashes rises phoenix, and rays penetrate the shroud
Just know that I'm watching from beyond the clouds
And my heart is left open when I see that your working
We will embrace later, backstage, when the show has closed curtains
Looking back with laughter at the trails gone through
Remembering all that we learned from this school
Right now we are here and it will remain so
Until you drop what you have and learn to let go
Because this wasn't the image you remember from those picture books
Again and again you feel cheated and mistook, by those smiling faces that are there just for looks
Its not easy to continue, somehow we find strength
So often forget that its there, in the world that doesn't care
You ask me what is the meaning? With thick lines in your face
Thick lines that get spit shined but never erased
So what is the meaning, I just have to know
Could you plant a seed for me? that I could sew?
Ill do what I can but the journey is yours
Only to lend a hand when your broken and sore
And to whisper that phrase, the one that's familiar
The caterpillar doesn't die but becomes a butterfly
The gray clouds grow thick and they cover the sky
and whats ahead is not easy Ill tell you no lie
But from the ashes rises phoenix, and rays penetrate the shroud
Just know that I'm watching from beyond the clouds
And my heart is left open when I see that your working
We will embrace later, backstage, when the show has closed curtains
Looking back with laughter at the trails gone through
Remembering all that we learned from this school
Right now we are here and it will remain so
Until you drop what you have and learn to let go
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Introduction
Okay so lets make this first post a spontaneous one. First Ill start with my name, the name my parents gave me is Matt Earley. Its a nice name, and will continue to use it, perhaps indefinitely. Seeing as I promised to post only things of value I will now move on to another subject. Okay so what is this guy all about? Lately he has been trying hard to improve communication and to give more to others. Last week it was something different, playing guitar perhaps? I do not stay the same for very long but currently find life challenging, rapid, enjoying, and overall worth living. Besides, what else do I have to do? On this blog I will be posting things relating to my life, some insights I have of myself and the world around and possibly some poetry . I'd like to welcome you to my blog and invite you to stay overnight, food will be provided later in the week. :) Thank you for reading and know that I am open to receive any of your questions or news. My email is listed on the side of the blog. Okay until the next post.
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