To take pause in the sleeping giant.
What are signs of great distress.
Must you pray for peace;
is peace already made in you.
How will you unarm me.
An awkward Jeopardy.
Disposition in language.
Status quo - tricked -
into voiceless desperation.
Winner takes all.
Need's of human nature.
The strong silent type.
Sacred style.
From stunning jeopardy.
To such crushing defeat.
Awkwardly
Awkwardly
Awkwardly
Will it never fail.
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Saturday, April 27, 2019
Channelling my insecurity (I'm bored but not boring)
I come dressed well.
Like my grandfather.
But don't laugh...
because he is far more profound -
then you are.
Sometimes
I'm a bore.
Other times I feel it.
And I'm not such a bore
anymore.
How comical.
Comical like the devil.
Like in the pit of my stomach.
Like my grandfather.
But don't laugh...
because he is far more profound -
then you are.
Sometimes
I'm a bore.
Other times I feel it.
And I'm not such a bore
anymore.
How comical.
Comical like the devil.
Like in the pit of my stomach.
Thursday, April 25, 2019
the Rubric
The sound of art is found in God's voice.
I possess the art of sound in mine.
I often wonder it out loud in my mind.
But you cannot hear it.
Only touch.
It is a scope that nears its target.
And is whispering in doubt...
Like a prayer.
It entitles me to find where it is
God might dwell.
What it is
that God may feel.
Quite a curious thought,
into imagining the feelings of god.
Whether good or not or whether or not bad.
To imagine feelings is a powerful concept.
The actions which make up sound.
Not just of god but of songs.
Songs make you feel and feed off nostalgia.
What does god do to you,
to make you feel,
to make you wonder.
What does it sound like.
It sounds like speaking in gods voice.
Every little thing being gods.
To learn how to speak.
Speaking to learn gods name of secrets.
It's a long time coming.
A long long time.
Like a song or that prayer you've learned to participate in.
In gods name.
What is thinking.
What is being.
What seeing is believing.
What noise does a sound make.
Thinking in gods name.
In thinking you learn how to think in sounds,
as though you've never heard that song before.
On repeat.
The sound lives on forever.
In your mind,
in your body.
In your core,
in your energy.
In your image,
in your psyche.
What caused it.
Learning in gods name.
Thoughts born out loud.
Such a song found in silence.
The concert of your dreams,
in orchestra.
Much the same way your thoughts are born,
You must first master silence.
This is the sound of nature.
The mother of sound in gods voice.
That is the final solution.
You must channel your inner awareness,
As if Hamlet's rubix cube.
I possess the art of sound in mine.
I often wonder it out loud in my mind.
But you cannot hear it.
Only touch.
It is a scope that nears its target.
And is whispering in doubt...
Like a prayer.
It entitles me to find where it is
God might dwell.
What it is
that God may feel.
Quite a curious thought,
into imagining the feelings of god.
Whether good or not or whether or not bad.
To imagine feelings is a powerful concept.
The actions which make up sound.
Not just of god but of songs.
Songs make you feel and feed off nostalgia.
What does god do to you,
to make you feel,
to make you wonder.
What does it sound like.
It sounds like speaking in gods voice.
Every little thing being gods.
To learn how to speak.
Speaking to learn gods name of secrets.
It's a long time coming.
A long long time.
Like a song or that prayer you've learned to participate in.
In gods name.
What is thinking.
What is being.
What seeing is believing.
What noise does a sound make.
Thinking in gods name.
In thinking you learn how to think in sounds,
as though you've never heard that song before.
On repeat.
The sound lives on forever.
In your mind,
in your body.
In your core,
in your energy.
In your image,
in your psyche.
What caused it.
Learning in gods name.
Thoughts born out loud.
Such a song found in silence.
The concert of your dreams,
in orchestra.
Much the same way your thoughts are born,
You must first master silence.
This is the sound of nature.
The mother of sound in gods voice.
That is the final solution.
You must channel your inner awareness,
As if Hamlet's rubix cube.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Monday, April 22, 2019
The internalization of solipsism
I push myself.
To see how much further
I can go.
As if the world had only one currency.
Abating what is critical for what is
Concrete and infallible.
This weighty substance on my mind.
I feel unsure about my self assurance over a false sense of identity.
To see how much further
I can go.
As if the world had only one currency.
Abating what is critical for what is
Concrete and infallible.
This weighty substance on my mind.
I feel unsure about my self assurance over a false sense of identity.
Friday, April 05, 2019
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