Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
When I ate a banana it transported me back to another time. I looked around and saw only sadness. A little gladness but mostly sadness. The people they all looked up at me as if I were some kind of messiah. I had to reassure them that I was not but they did not understand. They didn't understand any form of spoken language.
Symbols they knew. I picked up a twig and drew some shapes in the sand. I drew a square; they observed its corners. I drew a triangle; they observed its corners. I drew a circle; they just about lost their minds.
Some of them jumped up and down and cheered ecstatically. I was amused by their sudden collective epiphany. One of them then grabbed a rock and a makeshift chisel. He diligently carved away at it for an hour or so.
I tried to get a closer look at what he was doing but his back was covering his work. The sunlight kept shining off the top of his head, it almost resembled a lighthouse. Finally, he stopped carving and turned to face me. He held up his creation and the others gathered around it with awe.
He slowly walked up to me with a big grin on his face. He then handed me his creation and hopped away with the others. I watched them all trot out of sight then looked down at the carved rock I held. It was in the shape of a.... banana.
As I examined it and felt its coarse texture it quickly transported me back to the present. The sweet, sweet present. I now have a deeper appreciation for bananas.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Stab my eyes while they are in motion. We deny ourselves every single emotion. This is not what it means to be human. This is not what it means to be everlasting. Do you listen to your soul like you should?
Often times I sit back to get a better view of the bigger picture. It hangs so delicately over all of our heads. It is funny how it can depict whatever we want it to depict. But of course we mustn't take it too seriously.
Eat a carrot and reminisce over all things bad. The good will naturally follow. You may have to surrender your stubborn heart. You may have to start believing in your own creative prowess. It is real! You are powerful!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
I shoot you
You shoot me
If it looked at us
The wrong way
Why must we give
To our homicidal tendencies
Is it not enough
To have every single
At our finger tips?
Is it too much to ask
To care for every
Go on and brag about
The next time
You shoot me
Will be the next
I shout out loud
"I Love You!"
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I flew into
I bathed in it
for quite some time
I sprawled out
how brutally honest
One thought can be
I giggled when
They promised to
be kind to themselves
Oh, they wish for many things
And they fish without bait
This abyss is a nutrient
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
paints the very
You ignore daily
We are him
Rake it in. Rake it in. Bare your knuckles to immorality. What ails you? Is it truth? There is none. Not to your recollection.
Imagine if you will a bag of something. Something precious. No, it does not contain money or anything material. It does not contain negative slogans or epitaphs. Nor does it contain false promises.
What it does contain is of little concern to a humanoid such as yourself. But its potential is of enormous value to you and your species. Let's call this bag of potential the Human Will.
On a clear and concise day most people can distinguish between positivity and negativity. During cloudy days most people choose to find fault with such a skill. What a shame.
Why must we always shy away from our defining characteristics? Normalcy is not an option. It has never been an option. Normalcy behaves like a possum. For the most part it appears alive and vibrant but it is quite adept at mimicking death.
It is not normalcy we seek. In fact, we actually seek a path away from normalcy. Everything we do and encounter during our day to day activity only serves to distract us from finding that path.
It needn't be difficult but it is so because we choose to make it so. Funny thing is... there is plenty of pie to around.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Just got my twentieth rejection from a magazine. I know the kind of stuff most magazines publish these days but I refuse to write about all the same crap that numbs the senses. I don't believe I am the kind of writer who is meant to write for any magazine or other mainstream outlet. I shall continue posting on my blogs and self publishing my poetry and prose from now until the end of eternity.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Drink the cola
Can she lick this pickle?
Was there ever a law passed
if it is done
out of sheer
Drink the water
Don't drink the wine
it has been poisoned
it has been created
Let us run
Work for yourself!
Live for yourself!
There's more to life
There's more to reality
With just one smile you can shift someone's mood. With just one thought you can alter the course of history. With just one breath you can transmute the entirety of existence. Yes, you can.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
On the brink of madness. I examine my life and its follies. When I view the sky I want to soar high; higher than any human being has ever tried. Life. Life. Such an interesting concept. Poetic yet perverse. Quixotic and reversed.
Backwards I walk. Downhill I talk to unkempt wanderers. They tell me I am just like them. I am sure I am. In a puddle of rain water my reflection depicts sorrow. But not a typical sorrow; more of a transformative sorrow.
Hand me a drink. Make it cold, make it speak. I'd bite my own throat if I could. I'd tell everyone to stop their bitching and twitching if I thought they knew how. Stains, cannot stain me much. Fame is no longer prophetic.
How old are you? How old am I? How old does one have to be before acknowledging negativity and positivity? 18? 21? 35? 55? Maybe one hundred and five. I could not say.
When I watch old black and white movies I take something from them. I do not criticize the lack of special effects. I applaud the complete absence of any effects. Why? Because there once was a time when actors were really Actors. They meticulously honed their craft and they had great respect for each other.
I suppose respect still exists today but on a much more superficial level. Viable. Negligible. Today's actors have made a living off of ignorance. Today's human survives by blocking out all things concerning civilization.
Local news perpetuates the propaganda machine. They can't even accurately predict the weather! Death and tragedy are the biggest ratings generator. Commercials corrupt our minds and souls. They tell us to buy the latest, newest mechanism. And when we do buy it they tell us to buy more of it!
Capitalism is not Democracy. Just like the Moon is not the Sun. Sure we have fun with every little trinket and technological wonder. But eventually we stumble upon a blunder. Eventually we recycle or throw out all manufactured numbers.
Normal? Normal is a bleeding wound. Normal is a broken vase. Normal is a homeless man sleeping in the gutter. Normal is a child starving to death. Normal is paying an arm and a leg for medicine. Normal is giving up and giving in. Giving in to fascist dictatorships cleverly disguised as democratic fellowships.
Revolt! Smack away the same old dichotomies! No one is gonna' take away my sovereignty. No one being can rule over another being. A law does not make it so. Most courts sway to and fro.
Madness is beautiful. Sadness is only a byproduct. Consciousness is free and ever flowing. Life. You know what it is but you have no idea what it entails.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Keep a blog of thoughts. Keep a journal of phrases. Listen to that little voice within. To hear it means you've already won. It means that the end is not the end.
Slurp up control. Gulp down wisdom. Whatever you may want out of life will never compare to what you need out of life. Strife. Yes, strife is the catalyst. Pain is non-negotiable.
Every single second of every single moment teaches us about ourselves. I breathe in insanity. It knows me well and I know it well. I tried ignoring it but now I engender it.
We need madness. We need catalysts. We need old fashioned informality. We need to dream. We need to bleed. We need to need for eternity.
If there is an end to madness... I do not want to reach it!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
This light that illuminates the way for us can be found within every sentient presence. Feel it. Live it. Do not take it for granted or it will take you for granted. The light is effervescent. It is indestructible.
All aspects of human analogy can be attributed to the light. Many humans do not know of this. They do not know because they've been taught to believe in many, many superficial scenarios. But there is no one entity to place all the blame on.
Find what makes you whole and inhale it. Don't give creedence to frivolous circumstances. If others try to keep you from your passion then you must either remove them or remove yourself from such toxic confines.
The whole of the Universe is undergoing an immense transmutation. You cannot see it much but you can definitely feel it. It is pointless to deny it or try to run away from it.
All is returning to light. Everyone and everything is always heading towards light. Towards the original state of existence. Towards the origin of all origins.
Take a deep breath.... inhale it all. The light does not discriminate. The light cannot discriminate. It believes in us at all times. It knows what we are meant to be and will always support us.