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I
I
am a walker, a thinker,
an observer and a dreamer.
A jester and a king,
a son and a father.
A rocker, a listener,
an author and a reader.
Both a fool and a friend,
I'll be a lover 'til the end.

A Philosopher Artist,
a musical cathartist.
A monk and an Ape,
I'm but a God in Human shape.

A mortal, and glad,
being Alive in this Universe
ain't half bad.
If this pain doesn't stop
I may be tempted to try to stop it
with a more abrupt pain,
such as pills, a needle or a bullet.

I know that's selfish
and melodramatic,
but it seems like a better choice
than being aware of this pain.

That's how bad it hurts.
I cannot escape it.

I drown in it.
-
I won't **** myself.
I won't let this win.
I will prevail;
perseverance will better me, I hope,
otherwise it's a delusion.
Niemand weiss wie Andere brauchen,
doch ich weiss ich will etwa rauchen.
To translate is futile, it ***** up rhyme and idiom,
and moreover it's done in a vein of humour;
so, I shall do it for you:

I need smoke

No one knows how others need,
but I know I want some to smoke.
Ich will, dass ihr denkt,
dass ihr nicht umlenkt.
Ich will, dass ihr lernt,
es ist nicht so entfernt.

Ich will, dass ihr lebt,
den Moment zugeklebt.
Ich will, dass ihr liebt,
dein Schatz ausgesiebt.

Ich hoffe, dass ihr versteht,
dass niemand kann du sein außer du.
Dass niemand kann dein Weg wissen,
nur du kannst darauf reisen.

Es ist deine Aufgabe
deinem Weg zu finden.
Wenn du deinem Weg je gefunden hast,
solltest du es immer mehr folgen.
I find it difficult to write in a foreign Language.

I want you to think,
that you not go astray.
I want you to learn,
it isn't so far away.

I want you to live,
to steal the moment.
I want you to love,
to filter out your Sweet.

I hope that you understand
that no one can be you but you.
That no one can know your Path,
only you can travel upon it.

It is your task
to find your Path.
If you've ever found your Path,
you ought to follow it evermore.
Ich will trinken,
doch hab' ich kein'n Durst.

Ich will essen,
doch hab' ich kein'n Hunger.

Ich will atmen,
doch ich will nicht ausatmen.

Ich will sehen,
doch ich will nicht gucken.

Ich will verstehen,
doch ich will nicht denken.

Ich will lernen,
doch hab' ich keine Neugier.

Ich will mich finden,
doch weiss ich nur draußen zu suchen.

Also ist es
dass Eine, wer drin sucht,
findet Antworten;
findet sich selbst.
I want to drink,
but I am not thirsty.

I want to eat,
but I am not hungry.

I want to breathe,
but I don't want to exhale.

I want to see,
but I don't want to look.

I want to understand,
but I don't want to think.

I want to learn,
but I have no curiosity.

I want to find myself,
but I only know to look outside.

Such is it
that One, who seeks within,
finds One's answers;
find's One's self.
-
Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut
Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt
Ich will eure Blicke spüren
Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren

Ich will eure Stimmen hören
Ich will die Ruhe stören
Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht
Ich will dass ihr mich versteht

Ich will eure Phantasie
Ich will eure Energie
Ich will eure Hände sehen
Ich will in Beifall untergehen

Seht ihr mich?
Versteht ihr mich?
Fühlt ihr mich?
Hört ihr mich?

Könnt ihr mich hören?
Wir hören dich
Könnt ihr mich sehen?
Wir sehen dich
Könnt ihr mich fühlen?
Wir fühlen dich
Ich versteh' euch nicht

Ich will

Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut
Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt
Wir wollen eure Hände sehen
Wir wollen in Beifall untergeh'n - ja

Könnt ihr mich hören?
Wir hören dich
Könnt ihr mich sehen?
Wir sehen dich
Könnt ihr mich fühlen?
Wir fühlen dich
Ich versteh' euch nicht

Könnt ihr uns hören?
Wir hören euch
Könnt ihr uns sehen?
Wir sehen euch
Könnt ihr uns fühlen?
Wir fühlen euch
Wir verstehe'n euch nicht

Ich will
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnkVjkJEouQ
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I want you to trust me
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat

I want to hear your voices
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me

I want your fantasy
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause

Do you see me?
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?

Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you

I want

We want you to trust us
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah

Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you

Can you hear us?
We hear you
Can you see us?
We see you
Can you feel us?
We feel you
We don't understand you

I want
I had an Idea, but I lost it.
I was taking too long,
so it left me behind.
Instead,
now we have this.
I wonder what we're missing out on.
Government should be an entity
continuously arising from and sustained by
the choice of the People
as opposed to
continuously sustained by artificial means;
that is to say,
Government should be
a post-hoc institution
fluctuating  constantly
with the Times;

Such is Evolution;
such does Life continue
such is neo-anti-sin.
Sometimes,
ideals push us forward.
Sometimes,
they hold us back.
We must
remain their pilot
lest we, ourselves
come under their attack.
Nurture ideas
that nurture ideas
The best ideas
are impossible to explain.
So many ideas, yet
So few reach fruition.

So many ideas, yet
So few do I see fit
to
Write down
or
to share.

So many ideas
do I wish I could have, while
So few ideas
do I seem to have.

So much to say, and
so little is said.
So much is said, and
so little is heard.
So much is heard, and
so little is understood.
So much is understood, and
so little is known.
So much is known, and
so little is taught.
So much is taught, yet
so little is said.
--
Rare indeed is a friend
in whom you can truly confide
because so many a friendship
seems to end with divide.

Cherish those who are good to you
not in some superficial way
Cherish those who are nice to you
lest they go away.

Follow your heart and you'll seldom be mislead,
but if you follow the world at large, you'll be left behind instead.
A winding and rocky stream of consciousness.
Not all ideas are good ideas,
but that's what makes the good ones so good, isn't it?
Arguably, that's why there are good ideas, but hey.
It is against my Religion
to disagree with people I like
or to agree with people I dislike.
Does anyone else see a frightening pattern here?
I wouldn't be bothered
such to give half a ****
about to whom we choose
to attribute credit,
withstanding, of course,
that the Idea, itself,
is attributed, at least,
it's due recognition.
Despite the Ideology
(my own included)
the very best One can do
is work with what One has;
but perhaps that, itself
is a bit Ideological.
The truest of Masters
are not keen to say "I told you so,"
regardless of how many times they did, in fact, tell you so.
You know that the old idiom:
"It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."?
Well, I used to think that was *******; how can it be better to suffer?:
It's much less painful to know not of Love than it is to endure the sting of it's absence.

However, it is rarely ever more beneficial to take the easy way out: path of the Coward.
Moreover, it is inevitable that you will lose the things you love and that they will lose you.

To Love requires that you are made vulnerable.
To lose requires humility and integrity.

The Fires of Pain forge a stronger Self;
The Fires of Pain nourish a wiser Self.

It is truly better to have loved at all;
It's better off this way.
If Idolatry is such an unforgivable Sin,
don't build such ******* huge Temples
and print such ******* grandiose Books.
I can't justify these incongruities in my own head;
I must be a heathen occultist infidel barbarian.
Each of us possesses our own personal dialects.

Though many of us may indeed share a common tongue, perhaps even two or three,
each of us uses these toolboxes in our own, personal way.
A way that is constantly in flux.

Fluctuating from the inside, ideally,
but it can be imposed upon by various forces.

When we think,
our mind must fabricate
then it must translate that fabrication into language.
When we speak,
we must in turn mold and shape thought into a common middleground
which is then subject to interpretation
upon which people generally reflect
and can be shifted in their own minds
such that they now perceive differently
and thus interpret differently
than they once had before.

If done constructively, this is generally called teaching (if external) or learning (internally).
Destructively, it can be called brainwashing.

Sometimes it is more innocent
but it is often manipulated
by various people
for various ends.

One must fortify one's own interpretations
based upon personal experience
and ideally critical thinking.

Also,
One must realize the limitations of language
as well as the limitations of interpretation
before one can begin to cultivate
what may someday become an 'enlightened' perspective
that is to say the mind of the Sage;
the Shaman. The Teacher. The Student. The Buddha.
(To be continued)
Some fools clench as others laugh,
while the Wise do just as they please-
not because they think they must,
but because they hold no inward doubt
and free themselves unto themselves.
"Well, no ****!"
I know there was One,
but, then:
Two.

I was told
Three,
but, I'd venture to guess Four.
Or, maybe, Five.

But, I don't know, man.
I can't quite tell.
How many would you say?
What's it mean to you?
If I get Cancer
and undergo Chemotherapy
and begin to lose my hair,
I'm certainly getting
a badass scalp tattoo.
Really, same goes for any other reason for going bald. I love my hair long, if I lost it, something else would have to go there.
I'd wish that 1984 and Brave New World were fiction.
it would be more in Fear
that our Protectors will turn on us, The People,
than it would be in Fear
that some third party would come by such force to my Home.
Dealing so much with figurative language,
I cannot help but notice how many people
restrict themselves to either Mythos or Logos.
Myth or Logic. Symbol or Reason. Yin or Yang.

Firefox, by default, doesn't even recognize that Mythos is a word:

Mythos- The aspect of the mind concerning itself
with the figurative, the abstract;
implications, symbolism and interpretation.
Passive. 'Relative'.  Yin.

Logos - The aspect of the mind concerning itself
with reason, proof, tangibility and fact.
Active. 'Absolute'. Yang.

It is of utmost importance to take both with a grain of salt.
It is of equal importance to ponder both for what they are worth.

Mythos seeks not to always be correct;
but to make one think what is right and true within one's self.
Logos seeks to be accurate.
To describe, define, calculate, forecast, and replicate the physical.  

Most are biased towards one and away from the other;
it is impossible to have a balanced existence if you embrace one and deny the other:

If one fails to respect duality, duality will tear one in twain.

The path to salvation is comprised of both of these styles of thought:
To seek only one is to condemn oneself to
Autosegragationistic Social Darwinianism.
Yeah, I made up a word. Figurative it out!
It is usually better
to regret what you did do
than
to regret what you didn't.
Though, they all too often overlap.
'Tis best to seek not to have regrets.
What a tragic state of affairs it is
as I find myself thinking out loud:

"If only I cared."
Stupid ******* phone.
It's touchscreen keyboard ****** me off,
so I threw it at the couch
and it exploded gloriously
into it's components
(access ******* granted!)
and I found myself with the idea of:
"If only I gave a ****
about your miserable existence."

I mean, I love it as a tool,
but as a crutch it ******* fails.

Go a day without your phone.
If you can't: something's amiss.
In a world
where One being explicit is bad,
perhaps One
should, rather, be implicit
so people can impart their own meaning
and offend themselves,
'cause they seem to ******* keen
to get offended either way.
A bunch of pamphlets about God that were handed to me by a rather adorable old Man
were on a Drum, and a Friend knocked them over, remarking:
"Aw, man! I've spread the word of the Lord!"
For shame!
Exploring musical concepts
in the key of C aeolian, with some G mixolydian;
even some G Phrygian sometimes- dominant.
Naturally, there's also some blues scale licks.

Mostly in 4, but some parts are in 7;
others are in 5, while yet more are in 6
(which is arguably just 3, but I venture to argue all rhythms can be more easily conceptualized as combinations of 2s and 3s. Then, one may argue that it's all just 1s, but now it's just getting nit-picky.. think of it however works for you.)
There's even a groove in 27/16!
Who would do such a thing?

Then, it's also a bit of an experiment
when it comes to harmonic rhythm
(the rate at which key/chord/etc. changes happen)

All that **** east Indian music influence!

While I realize how little of that may make sense
unless One is to approach music fairly philosophically,
I implore thee to copy-paste the link below
to hear whatever it is I'm talking about.

Be warned, though: it's measures nearly 15 minutes long.

What can I say?
I tend to get a bit carried away...
https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/26115-exploration

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Thy senses are lying to you;
thy brain protects itself from that of which you know not.
for the few who propagate it.
The winter Months used to not be accounted for,
they were the annual time away from Time;
a time of parties, feasts, and, shall we say, celebration of survival;
celebrating the harvest and, shall we say, fertility;
that you and yours may outlast
the cold, dead Winter.

January was eventually recognized as part of time
and was named for the Roman two-faced God Janus;
a time of duplicity and duality
a time of unpredictability
a time, somewhat analogous to a gateway leading to a new cycle
though, perhaps also, a time for looking the other way, as it were:

I suspect that the expression "When in Rome..."
was derived from those Winter non-months of debauchery
where the people from out-of-town would come into Rome,
where the party was, company was plentiful, and it was warm,
and decide to partake in various aspects of pagan Roman life otherwise inaccessible to them
while distributing few, if any, regards for their new-found brumal unorthodoxy
and hence the expression: "When in Rome, do as the Romans."

That's just my theory on it, though.
Take it or leave it, or perhaps somewhere in between.

Happy Winter!
Time to drink, feast, **** and be merry!
It's only Human, apparently!
Tea is, in essence, ******* ******* amazing.
Black, Green, White, Herbal, Oolong, Pu-erh; in blends or pure, ****, it don't matter!
Each type has it's time and place, and all of it is ******* incredible.

Optional, but Highly recommended:
Apprehend a badass cup and fill that **** with yo' favorite *******' Tea
then spill a healthy dose of your favorite Whiskey/Brandy in that ****
and squeeze the **** out of some Lemon above that ****
and, if desired, stir up some swank-*** Honey in that ****
then finally sip yo' *****-*** to a higher state of being, motherfuckas!
And there you have it. The ungodly (amazing) thing of which I spake is known as a "Hot Toddy":

Hot Toddys improve the **** out of getting out of, or into, bed when it's cold as ****, and they whoop the **** out of sore throats and colds like a- you guessed it: tough-*** no-prisoners-taking second-amendment-abiding *******, *******.

If you ain't down to get yo' *******' drink on via Tea,
then alls I gots to say to you is: "too ******* bad for you, fool"!
You ain't be recognizin' the momentousness of what the ******* be missin', dawg!
Unless it's that you simply don't dig on ***** in yo' Tea an' ****. I can dig that. I once was like that but, see; I manned the **** UP, son!

(I feel like Samuel L. *******' Jackson needs to narrate this. Or me, but hey. Man's voice can whip out particular expletives with unparalleled tact)

At any ******* rate,
thank you for your time.
I hope this jest was taken seriously where important (WHISKEY IN TEA IS DOPE)
and lightly where *******' necessary.
"If there's one thing worse than stuff, it's people."
"Don't wait for Gandalf to show up on your doorstep to have an adventure.
Be Gandalf and do it for yourself."
One
who is satisfied
with the mundane
is the very same.
How the Ego doth so love
to cling to such Negativity-
to fester in such irk and ire:
to spawn more of such ilk.

Schadenfreude knows no greater love!
..Spent about half an hour
convincing myself it would only take five minuets!
In an instant, I press record and now, here I am,
over an hour later, just beginning to call it done.
And, that's just for 7 minutes of solo guitar!

The things I do for you, Music!
I shoulda known better..

The twisted thing is:
all I want is more.
She knows it,
boy howdy!
..raw and empowering..

https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/year-of-the-wood-sheep?in=apexparadigm/sets/year-of-the-sheep
I show up and plug my music in to the ***** stereo on the rack by the dishwashing station, and the first song that comes on is Misanthrope by the band Death. Just then, the head chef comes back to greet me for the night's work:

"How are you tonight?"
"Death Metal, Sir. How are you?"
"I'm pretty Rock and Roll myself, thank you."

And we both went about our respective business via our respective genres.
It's incredibly nice to be able to see eye to eye, even through airs of facetiousness.
"Hey Edwin, put this in your mouth,"*
quoth one co-worker while handing me some mashed potatoes on a tray.
"Woah, man; last time someone told me that, they gave me $50 first!"
"****, Edwin, you sure know how to rake in the money,"
another co-worker promptly interjected.
*"Hey, we's all gotsta pay our bills, one way or another."
Assuredly,
working in a kitchen is all about balancing reflexes, one-upsmanship and tasteless humour.
Hear ye, hear ye;
I uploaded a video touching on Guitar Technique and my personal philosophy regarding Art, Music, and, of course, Guitar.
If ye be so inclined as to peep it, then peep it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTw5Q8QxXqM

I am open to comments and questions, if a question merits it, I shall make a video specifically for that item.

G'day and cheers.
To the Truest of Artists,
there is no such thing
as creating Art,
for the act
itself
of creation
is the same
as the notion
of One's Life;

it is not a choice;
to imply Art
is
to imply the lack thereof,
which is not an option
to the truest
of Artists.
Just an idea and/or wordplay.
It is your responsibility
to take it with the necessary grains of salt.
"..so she just comes up to me and I didn't wanna say nuthin' to her
so I'm just like: 'Hey man, I'm just some dude.'
I wasn't lying, man, I mean, right? We all just dudes, right, man?
I be like 'Check it, dude; hows I sees it is: all us ******' dudes is equal,
and it make no ******' difference whether you got ovaries or testicles or whateverthefuck in between. **** like that is just a bad excuse to hate a ******* for no good reason. There's no need for that.
You best be hatin' a ******* for the right ******' reasons
if you gonna be hatin' on a ******* at all, naw'msayin'?
There are too ******' many good ******* reasons to hate on a fool
to let that silly, lame, petty childish **** cloud our judgements.'

Dude's a dude is a ******* dude no matter ******* what, man.
On a cosmic scale, I will have you know, gender really ain't a thing at all.. yo.
(Not at all to be confused with ***, which, as it says here:
"can surely be cosmological in effect, assuming proper conditions.")
A genuine dude ******* can't be trippin' on petty ***** **** like what the **** is or isn't between your legs! Seriously: grow the **** up.
I mean, if I may, there be bigger issues at hand here-
bigger players in play, as it were, than
what the **** side of what ******' line on the beach you're from,
or what ******' skin you got,
or what genitalia you have,
or what genitalia you like,
or what words you use,
or what the **** versions, translations,
or versions of ******* translations
of whichever-the-**** books
you do or don't happen to respect, man.
Just remember we all just dudes, man, okay?
That's all, really; Just be cool, and we cool.
It's really very simple and could be easy.

Now, I beseech of thee to dig it, dudes:
yea, though it would surely seem
we are physically different dudes,
there's really just this one Dude
with a capitol muh'****** D, right?
That ******' Guy is really every-******'-thing else, man,
and we're all, like, little dude fractals and ****
aspiring to be spiraling out of his head and **** like that, man,
and Mr.Dr. Big Supreme Badass Cpt.******'Everything Dude's all like:
'Go for it, my dudes! ******' right! Rock on! Yeah!! Get some!'
and I'm here to ******' prove it, man,
but, I mean, we're all here already, dudes,
and that's really all the proof of my point I think I need:
it's the Dude that's ******' everywhere, all the ******' time, man,
and, like, we've just gotta recognize that ****, man,
and reflect it. We gotta respect that ****, you know, man?
It's, like, soo super ******' far out, man,
that it's really just super ******' far in, maaan!
It's all the same, dudes.
Dudes. Hear me out, dudes.
It's all just ******' fractals and crystals and vibrations n' ****, dude.
Reflections of Dude everywhere, dude.
I am Dude. We are Dude.
Dudes ******* abound, dude.
Keep bein' dudes, dudes.
Be excellent to each other. Party on, dudes.

Hey, woah man, what's that like?
I heard about that..
Pass that over here, dude, would'ya?
If you're into it, I'm curious...

..aww yeeeah.. thanks, man.
I appreciate it. Respect.

Now..
where was I..
****. I lost the trip, man. Oh well.
There was gonna be a point to that,
but I forget now. ****, man.
I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry, I just wasted all that time!
What were you even asking me?
I get a bit carried away at times.
Huh?
Oh, yeah, its'..uhh. about three-fifteenish!"
-Jesus/Krishna/Horus/Me?/Etc./[You?]
I will have you know, this is easy to say but hard to write, let alone read aloud. Seriously. Try it. Please. Just this once, for me, baby, please?

For this trip, we're gonna need a ******' translator from Californian to Greek to Aramaic to Latin to Saxon to English to Arabic to Spanish to Ancient Egyptian to Hindi to Afrakaans to Portuguese to French to German to Norwegian and then to Russian and tradtional Chinese before coming back to Japanese and then proceeding south to Nepal and staying for a layover in some tiny ******* village that uses bad-******'-*** Nordic lookin' Runes somewhere long enough to become fluent before finding another person who speaks Californian just to make sure if I would agree with myself, if I needed to, man.

-Context is Key!
So much colloquial *******!
May this serve as a glimpse into the fine vernacular often drawn upon by the folks characteristic of my brand of Northern California as interpreted by a, at this point, raving ******* lunatic.
Is it blasphemy if it means well?
I'm almost in disbelief that I wrote this.

I hope at least one of you is laughing as hard as I am now.
If so, I like to think I've done my job, man.
..raw..
"Talk is cheap, *******,
so, either take the initiative
or shut the **** up and step out of the way."

Or, as my Father always told me:
"**** or get off the ***."

Vis-a-vis:
"Everyone wants to ****,
but nobody wants to be ******."

Sort of like:
"Everyone wants a revolution,
but nobody wants to do the dishes."

But then again:
"We're all doing what we can."
Yet, I lament if that's the case.
"That's what life is all about:
not dying yet!"
I'm not the One with a guilty conscience
I'm not the One with a lust for control
I'm not One to take such betrayal lightly
I'm not the One afraid to stand on my own

I'd much rather
get absolutely none
than get any from you
I'm sick and tired of catching flak for other people's actions.
Just because I'm timid doesn't mean I have more power over other people,
it only signifies a level of discipline attained within myself.

I am tired of being lectured on behalf of others and their indiscretions;
they are not my mistakes to reconcile.
I am tired of being a middleman for the melodrama
of my fellow spoiled Americans.

I've tried to mitigate, but it only agitates both sides
so I say "**** it. They're your issues now."
I hope you made good use of my efforts,
because now they shall no longer be imparted in this regard.

My patience has been abused and worn thin;
not just by others, but also by myself.
Imperfection of perfection
is rivaled by only
perfection of imperfection.
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