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

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.

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

Human Potential

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.