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.

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.

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?

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!

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....

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.

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.

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!