Friday, June 29, 2012
This is that and that was this. Making sure it all came from bliss. But is it not possible to accurately predict the epoch of mankind? I suppose not really. That reminds me of a lot of proverbs and anecdotes that continue to go unnoticed by the mass populace.
Fortunately, I am who I am because of the lives led by others. I am no thief because plenty of thieves have excelled before me. I am no scientist because plenty of scientists have disproved more theories than naught.
Could you imagine if I were to say discover a cure for cancer and distribute it to people in need for free? Come on... imagine. Okay so now imagine what might occur if I were to create some variation of the same useless product we've all grown tired of. I'd like to also distribute it for free but then if I did so we'd only succumb to boredom a lot sooner.
Most of the things we think we need are in fact not what we need. Sure, they serve a purpose but only a purpose that came into existence the second the product itself was created. I won't bother delving into all the horrific details of consumerism but suffice it say... we've all been manipulated for much too long.
The next time you see some overpriced piece of crap being promoted more times than a swedish massage stop and think for a minute. This could be that and that could be this. Don't spend your life chasing material things. You might just miss your bliss.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Emma was a brave girl. She liked to run. She liked to jump. She liked to dodge vehicles and people. Sometimes the people dodged her. Sometimes the vehicles dodged her; sometimes they didn't. Either way, she maintained her precocious nature.
Many people tried to change her and make her believe in the same superficial nonsense that they did. But Emma always shook her head at them and yelled out, "No! I'll believe what I want to believe!" She seemed to offend most people with her outwardly confidence but it did not matter.
She remained adamant about her personal convictions right down to the very last second of her life. Everyone told her to stop dodging vehicles. They knew it was only a matter of time until she could no longer dodge them.
It happened quite quickly. She crossed the street and successfully dodged a big white car but then a much faster white car turned from around the corner and had no possible means of stopping or slowing down. Emma was thrown fifteen feet in the air. For a split second she felt the joy of weightlessness and wished she could float high above the stratosphere.
She landed in a community swimming pool and drowned. Not because she couldn't swim but because she wanted to drown. She knew the time had come for her to stop dodging vehicles and people. Many people paid homage to her at her memorial. It was mostly populated by the same people she dodged throughout her life.
They had a plaque created for her which read, "I'll believe what I want to believe!" To this day it remains in the center of town for all to see.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Too late, too late. Too late to give a damn. Too late to pay attention to all of the magnificent things that surround you. Forever is the ticket. Time is the enemy. No sense in working within time's disorganized frame.
We time travel on a daily basis. You could say that our entire existence is based on our ability to traverse many decades and eras. You could say a lot of things but for sanity's sake you don't.
Vapidness consumes the populace. With or without consent. Much in the same way a body of government "governs" its citizens. Have you ever examined the word citizen? No you haven't. It consists of the words 'city' and 'zen'. Yes... zen! It is within our very nature to be tranquil.
Seems as though most of us run away from our true nature. Either because it scares us or because we know what an inconvenience it can be. I am here to say that it is not, nor has it ever been, an inconvenience. Don't believe me? Fine. The least you can do is take a few minutes out of your day to ponder the state of things.
One night, not too long ago, I camped underneath a clear starry sky. I had every intention of drinking too much and passing out that night but something within me caused me to pause a minute and look up at Orion's Belt. Each star twinkled in unison. It was almost as if they twinkled just for me. Me and the entire human race.
Then I looked at the Moon and did my best to inhale it's divine glow. Why does it glow so luminously? Was there ever a time when it didn't glow? Perhaps it too glows for us. Granted, I know there is some sort of long scientific explanation as to why it glows but I prefer my own interpretation.
For you see, existence cannot exist without something or someone living within it. The Universe would not be the Universe without us. And even if it could it would not be able to be the same Universe. It would be something else entirely.
We help each other evolve in many ways. And every time we learn something or have an enjoyable experience we automatically add to the collective stream of experience. This is more than a theory.
Is it really too late to give a damn? Maybe. It still would not change our perpetual movement towards some infinite realm of enlightenment. We are human. We are zen.
Monday, June 18, 2012
I let too many great loves slip through my fingers. Who knew it would all add up to this? Certainly not I. Well, I know now but now it is much too late for me to even hope to reconcile any residual feelings I may have.
I suppose if I try hard enough I could very well find that one "great" love to carry me through this screwy journey we call life. Maybe. Though, there is a part of me that does not want to succumb to such fallible nonsense. At what age should one decide to give up and let love in?
Much of the dating scene today consists of too many falsities and platitudes. No one is honest from the get go. We all try so hard to impress each other that we get caught up in superficialities. It digusts me! It really does.
Now, I am in no way proclaiming to be some sort of "love expert" but I do have much to say on the matter. I'm not going to place the blame on one sex or the other. What good would that do? We're all to blame for allowing ourselves to become so calloused. We've all abused love in one way or another.
When you think of the word Love what exactly do you think about? What images are conjured up for you? I tend to conjure up many images and memories. Some are amorous, some are very amorous. Yet, most are of my past crushes. I know it may seem typical but even I cannot escape my own romanticism.
Romance has always been undefinable. Its definition is in a constant state of flux. By which I mean it is different for each individual. Most of us are pretty familiar with the story of the hopeless romantic. And most of us never give it a second thought.
Take for example the story of Don Quixote. It is a tale that has been highly regarded as the quintessential romanticist's perspective. Don Quixote being an old man with an unsound mind sets out on a heroic journey and encounters much ridicule. He remains adamant about his quest and is convinced that his purpose in life is to help those who seek help.
I sometimes wish I could do what Don Quixote did. Though, I don't think I could ever follow through with it. Perhaps in another life in another place. Mine heart supercedes this.
We all know that love is a very real emotion; an emotion that we like to believe we can live without but ultimately cannot. Even so called serial killers and murderers seek love at some point. No human being exists completely devoid of the need for love. It's just not probable.
Yes, we can mention maniacal figures such as Hitler and the like who slaughtered millions. But we must never forget that such individuals were/are just as human as the rest of us. We cannot just write them off as "inhuman". Well, we can but we shouldn't. We must never forget that those individuals that are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most.
Love can be both remarkable and destructive. Some would agree with me others would disagree with me. But it is what it is because that's what it needs to be. I suppose love in its purest form is worth the trouble.
I've allowed many great loves to slip through my fingers. It is my own damn fault. If I could construct a time machine I'd probably go back and try to convince myself to be more open to love. But then I probably wouldn't listen to myself. I may even punch myself in the face.
Perhaps all I can do now is punch other people in the face and hope for the best.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Something sentimental reminded me of a cartoon I used to watch. Not the one with the cat and mouse. Not the one with the moose and squirrel. The one with that misanthropic super hero who flew backwards and could only speak in verse.
I cannot recall the title of it but it was pretty comical. I remember waking up early every Saturday morning just to make sure I didn't miss an episode. I'd run into the kitchen and pour myself a big bowl of sugary cereal then plop down right in front of the living room television.
I hummed along to the theme song. Sometimes I'd get carried away and tie a towel around my neck believing it gave me the ability to fly. I would run around in circles and pretend the ground was a million miles below me. I swear a couple of times it actually was.
During one episode the hero was torn between saving a baby from a death defying fall or saving a woman from being crushed by an angered elephant. He nearly went insane just thinking about it. Luckily, he decided quickly and swooped down to help the woman by grabbing the elephant's tusks and flinging it clear across town.
The elephant flew so far that he landed right outside of the same building that the baby fell from. So, the baby's fall was thoroughly cushioned and the elephant had no more than a few scrapes on his tusks. The hero then returned the baby to her parents and the elephant back to the zoo.
Eventually the cartoon was cancelled because a bunch of animal rights groups were offended by that one episode. Well, to be fair, almost every episode involved the hero flinging some kind of animal. I think the creator of the show liked pissing off animal rights groups.
I guess it wasn't so much the cartoon that I liked but just the sense of awe that captivated me every time I watched it. Nowadays, when the stress of society becomes too much to bear, I think back to when I used to run around the living room with a towel blowing behind me. It makes me smile. Sometimes I even tie a sheet around my neck and imagine that the floor of my apartment is a million miles below me. On a good day... it actually is.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall. Nations perish. Civilizations grow old and die out and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young. Still fresh as the day they were written. Still telling men's hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead." —Clarence Day
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Lead me to insanity
Take away every
I need not tell you
Where it is we came from
Where it is we thought
We came from
Because we've forgotten
For a significant reason
Lead me to insanity
Rob me blind
I know where
We came from
Who could ever
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Come on now. Stop procrastinating. Huh? What do you mean by procrastinating? You know what I mean! Uh... no I don't know what you mean.
You've spent practically your entire life thinking about the past. Past crushes, past jobs, past regrets. You think about all these things as if they were still happening to you.
Yeah. So what? What's wrong with that? Nobody really knows for certain if the past actually stays in the past. I know that we all like to believe it does but such a belief is not based on any tangible evidence. Past, present, future; they are all one in the same.
I suppose you are correct but I also suppose you have no freakin' clue. You make a good point, my good man!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
When I woke up next to her I wanted to figure out why she went to bed with me in the first place. I leaned over her and gently nudged her back. She did not move. I then stroked her neck. She did not move. I whispered something sweet in her ear. She did not respond. I jumped up and stretched my back. The morning sunlight felt good on my face.
I stared at her face for a good long while. The small scar on her right cheek is a scar that I gave her; inadvertently. The other scars were given to her by many other males. Abominable males. I then twitched my ears and proceeded to lick her nose. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of her's.
"Good morning, Whiskers!" She spoke then embraced me. I rubbed up against her stomach as she petted my head. She always knew how to make me pur. "Come on, Whiskers! Let's go into the kitchen and get you a saucer of milk!" She hopped into her slippers and skipped away. I obediently followed. Now I recall why I always wake up next to her. It's because we were made for each other.
She comforts me and I comfort her.
Underneath a barren sky
All our lies
We've done our best
To keep you bereft
Now the longing
Cannot be maintained
Your worries & vagueness
Some lines of justice prevail
If at any time
There need be more fiction
Please let us know
We have an entire
Fiction library available
To our manipulative hands
Back to the matter at hand
Keep right on smiling
Tell yourself about biblical follies
It is this light
That beseeches you
It is this fight
That blends you
It is what it is
Never what it was
A cloudless sky
Your smile is able to
Monday, June 4, 2012
Did you see?
Did you hear?
today we are all
Did you see?
Do you believe?
Your color has
returned to your
Can you smell?
Can you taste?
flavor now available
for All of us mediocre
Take a step forward!
Make those politicians
for all their
They stole our humanity!
Today we get it back!
We are the true rulers
of our fate!
Never again will they make us suffer!
Never again will
we be their
Don't you see?
Don't you know?
We The People
Friday, June 1, 2012
Life is wondrous! It is miraculous! Those in positions of authority are good at making us forget by distracting us with consumerism, war, poverty, disease, politics. And they only do so out of fear. They fear we will discover just how magnificent we ALL are!