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"I felt like Death;
I feel good now,
but that means
I'm either getting better,
or getting used to it."
It takes two objects
for one to obstruct another
Inspired in the moment by a co-worker of mine who always freaks out about being 'in the way' in the kitchen.
"The difference between
medicinal and recreational
is a matter of mere intention.

Of course, they can overlap.
I venture to say the Venn-diagram is a single circle.
So, relax and live well."
One must find One's own limits.
That is One's own responsibility.
Just
because
you fail
to find relevance
does not at all mean
that there is
none to
find.
1
2
3
5
5
3
2
1
What better way
to celebrate Life
than with relics of Death?
Just a notion. Not necessarily my opinion. Though, Osiris is powerful.
"Don't find fault- find a remedy.
Anybody can complain."
-Henry Ford
Sharing is accessory to theft.
If ya fixin' to start the party in a hurry
it's ******* before alcohol!

If ya fixin' to stop the party in a hurry
it's ******* after alcohol!
As Steel Panther frontman Michael Starr says: "If you're gonna drink and drive, do a bump of coke first to sober you up. Be responsible for christsake!"
I find the notes we wrote,
and I want to burn them;
they make me sick.

"I love you;"
I want to throw up;
the thought of you
makes me sick
and angry;
even still.

It comes in waves.

I can't seem to help it.
I am deeply vexed; irked.
You have such sickening gall,
audacious and licentious girl;
You inspire such rankle
by that of your own;

I hope it is in youthful folly
and not evidence of malign habit;
though there is no way for me to know,
yet patterns are what they are
and I know people who've seen the patterns
much longer than I have;
I can no longer deny their Authority on the subject.

So, I'm sort-of sorry,
but I know I shouldn't be;
I really shouldn't feel the need
to apologize for how I feel,
especially when I feel that way
due in part to the actions
of a supposed
"Lover"

I willingly made myself
raw and vulnerable to you,
and you alone.

I gave you my Heart
with trust that you would care for it,
and you went and spitefully stabbed it
over and over and over and over again
without so much as a thought of me
until it bled out in your hands;
reap what you have sewn,
injurious, flippant girl.

All's fair
in Love and War,
it seems.
This took a life of it's own.
The thoughts poured through my fingers, as if improvising.
It is true, unabridged, and heartfelt.
Maybe
it's just the first time doing *******
in order to expand my horizons; gain perspective
in great company and knowing full well
the moreish nature, as it has been purported,
of such a vice;

but, you know what they say:
"When in Rome..."

but lest ye forget;

"Do or do not, there is no try"

all the while
still maintaining moderation,
partially by habit and partially by force,
for there is said to be
no such thing as quality
in that regard
from whence I come.
and thus, as if by providence,
"When in Rome.."

So,
'twixt that personally groundbreaking experience
plus lots of Caffeine and Alcohol
in some haphazard alchemical combination
helped Reno to be a good-*** time
on Halloween
after playing a sweet-*** Rock Bar
with some sweet-*** bands.

And, to boot,
having not slept,
this morning was a rude non-awakening,
as well as an ominous first day of November,
what with the LAX shooting;
our roadie and I watched it as it unfolded
with repetitive loops of footage
and dodgy claims with more qualifiers
than actual substantial language;
but the Media is just doing it's job as usual;
play on sensationalism
especially for ratings;
okay if profitable.

Needless to ******* say,
it's been a crazy ******* day.
Needless to ******* say,
it may be a crazy ******* month.
We stayed the night in Reno
so we could party like a proper ******* rock band.
Got to remember
how the **** to swim
before it's far too late-
before I must surrender
to the flow of things in Time

Got to break this spell,
got to break free from
this hell
in which I hold myself
captive
pleading for
a more fair Judge and Jury;

Holding myself prisoner
even though not consciously,
this sort-of Shadow puppetry
is forcing me to see that
I've got to relearn to swim
before it's far too late-
to rectify and repurpose
all these persistent negative Energies
and turn all this darkness
once more into light.
Your reputation
is usually a result of your actions
involving others;
Sometimes,
it does not accurately reflect who you are,
just how others see you.
Other times,
it is social Karma for the those
of indiscretion.

Your reputation
both precedes you
and follows you;
so long as people know people.

Sometimes you earn your reputation,
other times it is handed to you
by Life and her turmoil.
In either case,
it's usually up to you
to perpetuate it.
Sitting with Eyes closed,
feet crossed, relaxed,
with mind and hands open;

Within the Void of the Screen
of the mental Non-stimuli,
something so curious
begins to unfold:

The Mind,
when left alone,
will construct for itself
a sort-of playground of thoughts.

These thoughts are not the Enemy;
they are indications and signals;
they are residual reverberations
of higher-dimensional activity;
that is to say, if I may,
of a higher-dimensional Entity,
the physical shell of which is Body;
unto itself a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors;
Organs, Chakras, Emotion, Reason;
a Vessel for something Greater:
Thy Godself is there.
(hiding within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
The Godself is there:
(within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
Allow thy Godself
to become actualized,
all else shall fall into place;
though not before it has all
fallen terribly out of place.

Thy Path implies sacrifice;
Sacrifice not thy Path.
New Years Resolutions are a replacement for daily resolutions.
Don't change yourself once a year; change yourself constantly.
Happy New Year!
Here's to a wonderful, beautiful, enlightening and happy 2014!
Living and dying
are not so dissimilar from
swimming upstream
and being pushed
by the current
downstream,
respectively.

It is not a matter of
how well equipped you are
to swim upstream,
It is, however,
a matter of application.
-30/30-
--
Death is a wondrous thing:
not in that I envy the dead
but in that it so defies language.

Death, of itself, is a rather dull topic. Uninteresting.
But the implications of the asymmetrical nature of Life
reflect many of those we theoretically deduce and induce of the Universe itself.

We, and all the things around us,
are but spontaneous expressions and manifestations
of that which defies description.

We arise, we exist, and we return again.

It defies description not because no one has experienced it,
or because we don't try to translate it when we do experience it,
but rather because no one has the capacity
to translate this experience
into the languages we happen to use
such that
it can be shared with others
much less
become common knowledge.
(Assuming also that others would be willing and able to understand)

In fact, I feel that we've all died already.
Maybe once, maybe an infinite number of times.
We just can't seem to recall it,
and even if we do,
it mocks us with it's ineffability:

I feel that death is the inevitable night
from which one awakens
at the dawn of the day of one's Life.

*Circles beget Spirals.
Give thanks for your Family

Give thanks for your Water

Give thanks for your Body

Give thanks for the Earth

Give thanks for the Air

Give thanks for Others

Give thanks for Mind

Give thanks for Food

Give thanks for Life

Give thanks for Fire

Give thanks for Art

Whatever it is
for which you give thanks,
I beseech of us all:
just please show
some respect and gratitude!
Waste not precious Time
teaching or learning from the Uninspired,
unless, of course,
you've taught yourself
how to learn by counter-example
(an increasingly useful skill in a world of e'er increasing n-values, One may add!)
16.3.15
Teach yourself
to respect that with which you may not agree.

Just because you don't see it or think of it that way
doesn't even begin to mean that it is without merit.

That type of reasoning falls within a realm called "hubris."

Disagreement is an opportunity
just waiting for someone to take it.
Respectful disagreement
is much more compassionate than
disrespectful agreement*
could ever even hope to be.
Who would Jesus ****
to spread the good word?

Who would Jesus silence
that he may be heard?

To whom would Jesus feign alliance
that he may gain vain status
within a vapid heard?

See what I'm sayin'?

I'm no Christian,
but I respect the mythology of Christ.
He's quite the selfless archetype.
God in Man's clothing;
better **** it
before it makes us look bad
thus making us look bad,
but oh well. Who's keeping score?
Respect the Boundaries;
they shall shift for you.
I don't seek for you to agree with my opinions,
I simply seek that you would respect them
as you would have someone else respect yours.
Is it pessimistic for my mind to have assumed that this needs to be said?
When all contribute,
the Group benefits;
when some take extra,
the Group suffers.

If everyone pulled their weight
(whatever the **** that means)
than anything extra pulled
would be pure progress,
would it not?

It would, at least,
be possible by any
to pull whatever extra
they felt was necessary.

I don't know.
The logic seems sound.
This sounded better in my head,
but, this way, even the non-psychics
can get in on the thought!
A little humour can go a long way towards getting one's Self misinterpreted.
You cannot wish for responsibility
while avoiding being responsible.

Such is a childish whim.
Such is a selfish whim.
Such is unsustainable.
"It's a 'sink or swim' World;
which do you chose?"
I try to tread water
You are the only one
who is responsible
for your happiness.
In my philosophy,
simple questions
ought to yield
complex answers,
whereas
complex questions
aspire towards
elegant revelation.
Chasing a thought that slipped;
the worst part is knowing it's still up here. [point to head]
I just have to reconnect those ******* neurons
the way I did so effortlessly the first time
and then BOOM:
re-revelation!
"I don't feel so great.
But, then again,
I feel, and
the pain is not insurmountable.
So, how bad is it, really?"
This Mortal realm
we so take for grated
is but the crest of a wave
in the endless ocean
of Consciousness.
28.2.15
Do what is right, not what is easy.
We, as People,
shouldn't need to have Rights
to protect us from Business, Religion and Government;

Business, Religion and Government
should have Obligations
to us, as People.
Otherwise the system will balance itself
and many will suffer
(Maybe that's what they want)
(We created the Devil. We built our cage.)
It's kinda funny, in this Language,
that the following two words should rhyme:

Rise and Demise

To me, it sort of implies a correlation:
philosophically rationalized
linguistic ties;
phonetic lies,
the phonetics lie.
Which lie? Will I clarify?

Certainly not!

For it is
double entendre;
maybe more, maybe less.
But nevertheless, the moral of the story is:

[this] Language is kinda funny.
The Ego and Shadow
are carriage driver and horse;
as the Self is the carriage,
and Perception is the window.

It is frighteningly easy
to regress into the slavery
of your Ego and Shadow:

It is a fight one must consciously chose to fight
within one's self as well as in the world at large;
but few seem to recognize it as a choice,
they're complacent to be their own slaves;
that is to say:

Most people sleep
in the carriage
while Shadow and Ego
mercilessly propel and steer them.
Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhi4EMTLZ1A

Translation:
A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could fetch it for her

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it, so it's needed;
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn't really care about the view
Only the little rose is on his mind
to bring it to his sweetheart

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and so it's needed
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone know
Both are falling to the ground

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and so it's needed;
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
"Laws control the lesser man;
Right conduct controls the greater one."
Sacrifice
doesn't mean
simply
losing your life
for the sake of a cause,
it means
willingly taking on
an unfair share
of burden
that it may be better
for the group, at large.

Don't be a coward;
step up to the plate:
even if you fail,
at least you tried.

I fear
that's better
than many will ever do.
"No,
not this.
Not like this.
It just cannot be!
Not like this.
not me,
please?"

"No,
not now,
no mercy.
No mercy for thy soul;
damnation,
suffer,
pain."

"No,
the pain,
so much pain!
Unceasing anguish..
such cruelty is this, thy wrath!
Sadism, thou beast,
Curse thy name
for this
pain!"

"Yes,
Victim,
suffer more!
Thy screams are so sweet;
Satiate my lust for torment:
Thy screams sound so sweet
to my ears,
Victim;
writhe."
A dialogue poem in syllable groupings that follow the Fibonacci sequence.
The first character is a random victim of a demon named Sadism,
he has stanzas 1 and 3;
The second character is a Demon named Sadism who takes great pleasure in the pain of others,
his stanzas are 2 and 4.
What a sad state of affairs it is
when the cure becomes the ailment
when hope turns to despair
when loves turns to disdain.

What a sad state of affairs it is
when the free are enslaved
when information has a price
and when laws are unjust.

What a sad state of affairs it is
when people worship their tools;
when the path is worshiped
as opposed to traveled.

What a sad state of affairs it is
when empathy and kindness are mocked
and subtle wickedness is the status quo.

What a sad state of affairs it is
that we find ourselves in today.
The Sage will endure
the period of acquaintance,
despite how uncomfortable it is
for one to push one's comfort zone,
for the Sage will hold in Mind
that the potential that is found
away from one's current Self
is usually much greater than that
of the Fool, who wallows only
in what he has already done.
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to."
-Stinkfist by Tool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F97RgIz_fTE

Originally conceived of in a joking manner due to applying eyeliner and my eyelids' reluctance to comply with what I wanted. Now that it's written, it seems to be much more of an allegory or allusion than when it first popped into my head as a bit of a joke.
Senator Bernie Sanders
has been invited to the Vatican
by the Pope, himself,
and Mr. Sanders
graciously accepted.

I just gotta wonder
"how's that for 'auspicious?'
I mean:
in this Presidential Election
where every other candidate
flaunts their unflinching 'faith'
as a means to woo potential voters,
how perfect
that the belittled underdog
is summoned to meet His Holiness
as the others, without fail,
put their feet in their mouths
and proceed
to valliantly shoot themselves in the foot,
yet the voting populous
doth so seem to revel in the spectacle.


What a show!
Everyone needs something to be good at.
Seek not to criticize and refute,
but, rather, to learn and understand.
Satan is a metaphor
for destructive manifestations
of cosmic Energies;
allowing Potential
to go horribly awry;
and, in that sense,
is very much real.

Lucifer is a metaphor
for a seeker and preacher
of deeper understanding;
informed dissent,
liberation via mass enlightenment;
and, in that sense,
is truly a Saint.

I find it rather funny,
the power Names hold
while it's also rather funny
how hollow Words really are,
that is, until someone
reads, listens, thinks, or speaks
using Language as we know it;

then the ancient Spells
come wholly into a Life
entirely unto their own:

It is within the Power of such Spells
to incite and to quell
grief, joy, confusion, insight
inoculation, ignorance,
inurement, indoctrination,
harmony, discord,
love, hate, disdain, respect
peace and war;

God as well as the Devil
lie dormant within our Actions and Words.
The only thing that could be better than good Satire
would be a World in which it is not pertinent.
Among the most necessary things
for the survival of intellectual constructs
(such as personal rights, privileges, and information in general)
is the notion of Satyagraha, as coined by Gandhi:
The notion of Peaceful Non-Compliance
to the ******* of your time.

It is truly Compassion manifest.

Civil Disobedience is a Virtue
of which you will never hear in our Schools or Churches
or on packages at Wal-Mart
or from Politicians.

Civil Disobedience is the Voice
that cannot be taken until your Death.

Civil Disobedience is the Music and pulse
of a truly living Culture.

Civil Disobedience is the respectful denial to conform
to the laws imposed and policies enacted
by those who are undeserving of such power,
or those who abuse the power they so grandiosely wield.

Civil Disobedience is necessary
for the survival of a thriving popular Democracy,
and thus is punished by the Authoritarians
who use Democracy as a veil for Totalitarianism.

Civil Disobedience is the only vote you'll ever be guaranteed in your life.
It is Democracy seeking refuge in Vigilantism,
It is Anarchy embodying the greater good.
It is what must be done in the face of Oppression by Authority.

I most sincerely and personally maintain:

Civil Disobedience is a Virtue,
Civil Disobedience is a Need,
Civil Disobedience is a Philosophy.
Civil Disobedience is Peace and Harmony
in the faces of Chaos and Tyranny.

Civil Disobedience;
Peaceful Non-Compliance
Respectful Dissent
Informed Resistance.

Pacifism is not for the faint of Heart.
--
*Then again,
the options are few
when we couldn't fight back
if we needed to.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_disobedience
Definite statements always end up being false.
I'd say this is a joke, but people never agree.
"How can it be a joke if it's true?"
"Perhaps the joke is on you."
The words of others
are used all too oft
as an excuse to project
one's own Shadow,
yet so infrequent it seems
that wisdom is gained
from this seemingly
inevitable projection.
Jungian themes arise once more.
Funny.
I can't claim innocence,
but I can claim
perseverance.
Schade.
Echt schade.

Schade
um dich
für dich
auf dich.

Schaden
bei dir
von dir
in dir.

Du bist schade für mich.

Wie schade.
Echt zu schade.

Jeder wer dich liebt
wird geschadet sein;
ist heute froh
wird morgen leiden.

So ist es gewesen,
also wird es immer sein.
Ich hab es miterleben,
hatte ihr zugehören,
war glücklich genug zu ihr zugehören,
und hab seit damit aufgehört;
und hab seit selbst davon angehört-
Stell dir das vor!

Zu schade.
Echt schade.
Stell dir das vor!

Du hast uns als Spielzeuge angesehen.
Du hast uns als verzichtbar angesehen.
Stell dir das vor!

War selbst glücklich genug dazu zugehören.

Jeder, wer dich liebt
wird geschadet sein
wird im Arsch gebissen
wird vergiftet sein

Jeder, wer dich liebt,
wird Mitleid kriegen,
doch nicht von dir
doch ja dienetwegen.

Tanz.
Tanz zu der Musik.
Tanz zu der Musik deiner Exen.
Tanz zu der Musik du anregtest.

Leider, sie sind nicht Liebelieder.
Nein, sie sind nicht Liebelieder.
Leid, sie sind doch Leidlieder.
Wegen Seelenqual geschrieben.

So ist es gewesen,
so wird es immer sein.
Stell dir das vor!
Wird ein Tag ein Lied sein. :)
Will one day be a song.

Please do not attempt to translate this with an online dictionary or translation service unless you are already familiar with the language. If you complain to me about how Google Translate told you it translates, I'm going to tell you to **** right off. This will NOT literally translate; it relies heavily on puns.

I will translate if asked, but it may take a while for me to get it accurately into english for the connotations I want.
"This is our peace pipe;
you guys can *******."
Why must schisms occur?
Who are we to judge?
When will it stop?

Humans with lesser cultivated potential
seem more likely to propagate
sets of perturbations
which refract
and magnify
and, eventually,
self-annihilate.

We, as a singular Humanity,
seem to keen to find the One
and divide it right in two:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBsZbL-Akms <-- Right in Two - Tool
A Schism
is only insurmountable
as an illusory obstacle
within those who are,
in and of themselves,
already fractured.
"What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?"
-Tool; Pushit
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