Rules unwritten in etymology

 

Who am I to know of what is it that God thinks about me.

Much the same question as cotton clouds in the sky.

Who am I to question what God feels about me.

Who am I if God grants me the strength of an angel; only stands in the shadow of a fire.

What is God's language in thought or in prayer better yet unknown as the divine dialect.

Timeless a language in that everything is known.

I ask: what if language were all in a face. Just a face. Not of facial expression from which we inform miming... but a language that is processed in the mind without combining words and assessing their meaning.

What is unequivocal to understand is how God's nameless identity came into being.

Does God have a mother. Was God a baby. Did God grow old only to create the heavens and the earth. Why are these things simple not invented rather than biblical or political in view.

Should every prayer be hidden in a deeply rooted 'amen' or sung alleluia alleluia alleluia inwardly as if a miracle.

Perhaps if we contributed to life living it in slow motion would eliminate our starvation for evolutionary principles.

Much ado conflict to a new world order or the corruption of a very real nebulae from which contradictions and controversy arouse the mind and activate the senses.

So on and so forth... what if this view of mine is sordid. What then.

But what makes beautiful the divine. That is a question worth asking. Though what if the secret is that we've been falsely lead to believe there is no secret to the holy grail. What then.

What surpasses the unknown. What is the unknown other than your ideation through which we observe to look and see things if not abstract.

If the language we were accustomed to were an image what would that image be. Forgetting that we possess language as a medium. What does that face conceal rather than language reveals.

From what fairytale do we achieve how to use a mask or wear a cowboy hat in our very intimate portrait of God.

That that faith is a confession put into a picture.

What risk runs the spirit but a threatening moral acclimation of the will. Good vs good... Quite a paradox. Both of those options negating evil unconditionally.

What if you awake from the fever of a dream where you escaped your funeral... in this dream you conquered your fear of death because you  dreamed you had died but in the dream you thought you were never going to wake up again. Maybe just maybe you commenced at being the person you never thought possible.

Just imagine that kind of succulence.  A beehive of emotion in your central nervous system... like honey in your mind... slowly dripping.

I do believe in angels. The kind of thing transcending an energy and an unmistakable vibrational element. We have chased around the idea of angels through a historical documentary. The order of angels on earth. I cannot fathom this third dimension we live and breath without the existence of angels. It would only be dead air. Compassion is what separates angels from mortals.

Mind blowing philosopher

 Is slavery primary or secondary. Is it primary in the sense you possess a hard work ethic or secondary in that you own it as a potential archetype. This type of mentality inferred to as slavery. It is slavery looked upon therefore borderline second class.  Can you attribute this as a primary or secondary cause. Is it a natural product or is it human.

Is this a product of logical deviation or a purely addictive inhibition which reminds us of how divided we are psychologically to deal with things. For example, is it at all possible we address this analogy between deviations as a cause which enables the human condition or are we synonymously dismissed by it as circular. Trapped forever in a hamster wheel. This follows inhibitively that to a fault our innate human mind is to continuously employ a slave mentality. It also plays out a common characteristic of the feudal civilization we live and work in that's been passed down throughout a historical vacuum. Slavery is a common denominator which we humans will never escape.

Something to chew on...

The secrecy of passion...

 

The purpose of a person's free will is made of their prejudices. It also subject to discrimination results as failure to project your true intentions as result. The conflicting internal state opposite of reality. Outside forces external of all sensibility never to reveal itself.

The penury of meditation

 When God said let there be light...

What was that moment like.
Was it some rite of passage like
The commandments engraved on Moses tablet.

That God never gave a passing thought
Into how history were recorded nor did God care.

What are you touching.
What are you feeling.
What are you observing.

To the observer
You are nothing.

You are not to observe but to abort it.

Now everything becomes clearer.

What we think of as timeless is not timeless.

We think we want it.

But it is not timelessness we want.

What we want is endlessness.

And nothing else.

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The secrecy of avarice

What is living life with a purpose to establish dominance. To establish dominance is to live life with a purpose. So that the pursuit of happiness can be a fair proposition.

The contradiction of color

 Can God be your equal or is that a larger than life proposition. Can you truly believe that God is your equal. If it is a true possibility. Is God an entity so powerful conceptually speaking, god as a forceful entity makes the question fairly impenetrable and entirely impossible to comprehend because such a power only god can possess or be all knowing. Does this inquiry into the nature of God corrupt your own mind depending on what its answer is. 

If you completely wrap your head around this question the truth is not inconceivable. Nothing can make you god's equal. The only chance god is equal to humankind makes god your eternal salvation your only belief in god is that god is on those terms your savior. Your shadow. You are a shadow of god's will.

If god as your equal makes it possible to endure then the question is a basic one. Whatever your choice. Whatever your faith is or not. If god is your equal you give birth to the idea god is real. That is the risk you take. This is part of the wager you make. You don't gamble with a question of this nature. You either think it is god as your equal which allows you to keep your sense of autonomy in the place god meant you keep it. It sounds flawed because it is. We are equally flawed in gods name. 

Is being equal in gods mind or in yours. Is the question enough. If god dictates equality does it exist as merciless or merciful. If you place your faith in place of a question as god being equal to you, it no longer means something. It means you have a belief in no higher power. God vs. Man is not a valid response. The question is can you place yourself as equal to god as god in question. Therefore, god is not an illusion. God has limitless power over you but can you accept god as an equal that everything you conceive in life turns over to god. 

Are we simply living a reincarnation of god simultaneously over and over again. Until the question of god disappears. As though god pulled a vanishing act. What would you be left with. What would no god leave you without. That is a pure question worth examining. The ultimate paradox.

The killer instinct of an invisible mind

 I can feel my voice as it echoes 

Somewhere... someplace else far
Far away.
It is where memories are made.
I ask myself where am I.
And might I find who I truly am
Through memories of those I feel connected to.
So much like...
Does one think to feel...
Or feel to think.
Because feeling always precedes
thinking. And the action of thinking
precedes feeling.
What if the state of nothing...
preceded chaos.
If so... then what if were it only a filter
of life that contained nothing previous
to it.
It makes life sound so much simpler.
To color outside your world.

Kafka

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion.  Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Realigning the Cosmos

 My grandmother...

Taught me what the truest form of love is.
Simply by being me invested in her.
And through this she prayed day and night.
The most devoted catholic parishioner
I will ever know.
I have dedicated my life to knowing
That there is no reason needed.
No reason needed -
To make sense in knowing why she
Possessed the qualities of such peasantry.
She was a gift.
And in all the intentions I may have ever had in my life....
It is meant to be good as hers.

Sometimes I forget.

Forgetting is what we all do.

When trying to impress upon our stirring inhibitions.

If I were to make believe in myself it would consist of these things:

That I am a good person.
That ignoring me makes you less than a friend that does.
That I need to start loving life that I lead.

Would you attempt to kill a fly if it meant it were your only company.
Swatting at it.
Another swat.... and missed.
Again you swat.

That is what life looks like when you forget. You aim to hit the fly and miss it.
You swing to kill it.
But you never really know how.
A fly doesn't consist of a heart.
It only has energy.
The energy to escape.
To make you miss the target.
And that is the secret to all great tragedies.
To serve your truth.
That the truth is your companion
To attain God's wisdom.
And to obtain the skull to honor it.

I always thought of this in terms of my hair.
That I felt an irrational need to grow it out...
And having grown it - the need was not irrational.
The urge is real.
And any real sense of unearthing your true
self worth is an eternal sense of favoring
everything you are.

There is no why.
There is no how.

Only beauty in the myth you created.
The myth that is you.

No matter which way you carve it out, you cannot afford the same air you breath
without first betraying your own truth.

Much like missing teeth.
You believe in tooth fairies coming
for the teeth you hid beneath your pillow.
Was it all for the fun of it.
Or was it not because a myth lives up to lie about some fairy doing its job.

Everything computes anew.
It just never quite stops.
Nor does the madness quiet.

Between your prayers and compiling a collection of rocks. There are plenty to choose from.

Only myths become something worth your eternal self.

The myth that you became something as supernatural as in comic book heroes.

Just use your inner voice.
To sing why or to choose how.
The causes may seem endless.
But they are not!

If you are not out there in the real world...
Why not tell them it is god that sent you?

They would look at you like you're mad.

And would that not be an accomplishment worth sharing.

Although you can't but want too. 

The Winnipeg Jets 2021

We are embarking on a special special year heading into the Jets this coming season. Why. Not because we haven't seen them in person the past 2 years. Not because Scheifele is public enemy in Montreal and we will defend his honor.

It's because the Jets have found it's place on a mantel. The ground work that has been made along side the length of time it has taken... fast forward to present... the past ten years. Now our Jets are heading at length to reach new successes they haven't seen before.

Eventually the ultimate goal is the holy grail which will be reality. But we will be witness into celebrating an era where the Jets are the benchmark for competitive hockey. It is a ground breaking program that's about to bust out. The Jets have the pieces.

They have the development program. They have the depth in drafting. It is all about to come full circle. The first ten years were blind to what is about to make happen. That is Jets hockey. I've followed this team through its model and I know wtf I'm talking about.

Historically our best season was when we finished 2nd overall in the standings should have finished 1st eventually beating the President trophy winners in playoffs and making it to the final four. What I'm implying is different. We are going go to raise hell.

And from this period onward it's about who can keep up. Cheveldayoff and company have created a competitive dynamic which will emulate everything we accomplished in the WHA era when the Jets established themselves. This coming season is about the Jets taking numbers 👀.

Not about trying to prove anything. The devil is in the details. Vancouver Deadmonton Calgary have nothing on us in the West. The rest of Eastern Canadian teams can clean up after their own vomit. It's on folks.

I've been waiting ten years to write ✍ this...

The renunciation of silence

 This beautiful silence -

The code breaks.
I fill it.
Fill it with my touch...
A touch of the universe,
From which my hands are tied.
I excuse every feeling I've ever had.
With the experience of true love.
My love of language.
My freedom of thought.
My dedication through Christ.
I am fast enough for the finish line.
But slow enough for the time I took
to get there.
That elusive 'finish'
When will it ever end.
So much the time it takes to become something.
Something -
of an artform.
The noise.
That noise it dwindles.
From your first sense of touch.
To the madness of my personal bewilderment.
Like ABBA to my ears.
Where my birth address is still unknown.
But that from my mother's womb.
In a eternity of stars for which she gave me with.
My real maker's.
In gods holy grail.
My mother and father's unity.
I am here for that very reason.

The psychology of nothing

 There is nothing special

About all the names
Because only I can feel them.
Something about all the names.
Like everything you have ever heard
Is like a stream of consciousness.
Flooding high inside of you.
From each corner of my heart.
Once all your insecurities are devoured
At an early stage.
So you can't help but wonder
What all the names have done.
Where have they gone too.
How do you retain from it.
Who makes you feel free.
And why does it take longer getting to that special destination....
might feelings be characteristized as survival.
As if survival were done but only
to feel.
Feeling is survival...
Much like Aristophanes.

In the Hostility of commandments lost

 I'm sitting here.

Hidden inside the pit of my stomach.
There is a foreign substance that feels.
It feels.
Like there is a magic to me.
All my own.
Where the roots of my life are born.
And burst through the cracks
Of a hundred if not hundreds of years.
I love that feeling I get.
Without days of self betrayal.
Or manic depressive episodes...
me on the inside.
I internalize everything I experience.
To what end should I surmise.
A much greater expectation of saving it all.
My private eyes.
If you are to fall in love...
Let it be with the sound of hope in my voice.
And this powerful romance...
romance of words.

The ask

Is the search for truth an ultimate motivating factor per se in the pure motivation to satisfy craving of a cerebral nature. Is truth only about coming from a place of acting. Something desirable and uninhibited.

I don't know what it is about me. I just feel it. I see myself as a good person yet somehow I forget. It is nothing to do with my character but probably because of an unconscious factor that I need to overcome. That this kind of self awereness I have. The one thing that dictates my sense of self. It is a matter of self love I lack. Where I value what I have and how I appreciate things in life are secondary to what I do that reinforces my internal sense of self. In my mind. Positive reinforcement is hard. Defenses come up. Together, positive reinforcement with defense mechanisms are hard wired in the brain. Positive reinforcement is something I attribute to outside forces. I think. It means we all need validation. Defense mechanisms on the other hand are addictive to killing pain. This is my personal space where in place of my insecurity my pain threshold is higher or lower which allows me to tolerate what happens based on the experience. 

So as I blend all this common sense together. In evaluating life. Is it plausible I feel empty. 

The answer is no.

In taking self inventory on this mental exercise? The conclusion I draw is no. This is not a rhetorical answer because the question I plotted in evaluating the manner I think about these things. 

I am a good person with self doubts. We all have this circuitry possessed within us. (Why I posed this.) Is because I feel how anonymous I am in real life not knowing what I bring to the table. And that's where I feel a lack of self knowledge. So, I believe in a grade 1 predicament we are all in once you face the reality of such a revelation.

Self knowledge is Socratic philosophy and the most important deliberation of your entire life. When it ends and where it begins.

Freudian perspective

(Let's relate this to a painting... we will get back to this conclusively.) If you believe in Freud you will care to infer from it. I think the quote adopts a cetain projection of what we are inhibitively speaking. You might struggle with interpretation of it but my belief is that Freud says: the subconscious transfers our own minds as an observer looks at a beautiful painting, abstract or creative... it is a piece of art that you are subjective too. That same piece of art doesn't know it is being appreciated nor appraised through your minds eye. It is a cerebral experience through yourself as an observer. You have feelings proportional to what that experience dictates.

What I am saying is our subjective reality attaches meaning to all things relative to our experience at the same moment your subconscious is processing data.

That defines expeirence in the real world.

Your observations and your inhibitions relate to something beyond control. 

However, whether of another person or not you speak to that object in your  subconscious. And this also translates back to you independent of virtue. You connect with that picture I said earlier as is a painting.

Our dispositions are all various positions from which we meet as a product of yourself. Our own image can never de displaced.

memory in action

I feel I am a hungry actor. I don't need to be dangerous. I am interesting enough.

Acting as in memory is having a conversation but with yourself. Only it is a silent observation in your own mind. Until you retrieve the information to project its processing. Its effectiveness is a remedial representation of facts occurring though subject's in real time.

Truth & Abandonment

 When I die; does anyone else die with me.

Living and breathing ...
Where it feels like home.
If my vision ever fails me,
It will be in equanimity.
I won't go to Vancouver or be told to.
Neither will I venture to Toronto because I should.
I'm in Winnipeg.
Because it's where I belong.
Not the land of milk and honey.
But the ruins of a private concern.
This is every corner of my polygon.
My mind in every impregnated thought.
A sensitive type of indemnity.

Life and its timely definition

 “Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.” - Ellison

Starvation in god

 Even if it is God and only God do believe in fantasy. 

Marco Almeida ©2021

The breath of brevity

 The stinging in my eyes are that which travel through a smoke filled air as contagious a bead of sweat which slide about into your orbitals. 

You squint as you fail to see what lay ahead.
So you rely upon your psychic sensibility,
taking you where you've never truly before been.
It so happens there is no way out.
Yet this does fail to alarm you.
You are unafraid of it...
Of what can be.
So you seat yourself next to the nostalgia.

The dilettante

Being patient comes at the opposite of out waiting your own power. 

So why ask not why.

Your very existence.
It comes in assuming the position of guilt.
Whereas guilt is a man-made curse.
So selfless the act.
That your very courage depends on it.
Whereas the ability to be seen as a supernatural is the same ability to being as raw as you are.
For as deep as the eye can see...
In this inimitable force.
Your role in the circus of nature's most natural course.

The power of why

 I see a viable alternative or unknown type of variable being a common denominator. I am speaking to the nature of morality decoded. Morality is undoubtedly our ultimate characteristic infallibly human. Its alternative is linking the nature of morality without which immorality deviates from the human condition of which we are prisoner. So if we are incumbent on this aspect of life, which in order to survive means we are in search of what is moral vs what isn't there has to be a modality involved to displace in ourselves what would be immoral. 

To present how the nature of morality is decoded (as mentioned earlier) morality happens to be central into how we identify ourselves as a person with various degrees of intrinsic 1- value  2- experience 3- worth etc. 

Against all odds the most common denominator weren't the norm in association to morality if and only if behavior can be modified. I am stating there is a clear association into morality should evidence suggest behavior can be modified. I am suggesting all our behavior is geared toward acting as agents of change.

Modified behavior depending on factors of altruism as the main predicate in favor of morality, should in turn postulate that modified behavior relative to the human condition relates back. Reciprocity vs human evolutionary thinking.

The mirror mirror on the wall as we've represented it herein resulting in reverse psychology. Hold up a mirror to equalize behavior.

If you are in search of morality in every sense of the word it is the height of human observation and right on cue with the terms and conditions of satirical philosophy. For example.... examining western world psychology we have an experimental phase of thought whereas political campaigns sush as the USA use a canned heat approach to slight rivals of opposition politcal parties. 

Hitherto we also can manipulate everything in light of what state we are in based on the mother of all thought, questioning what is creation (theologically). Which is the same field of knowledge or what we seek as knowledge.  All of it is therefore ontological.

Rebellious equilibrium

 

At the core of an actors acting ability is it the courage to maintain a dialogue between being decisive at making choices or can making choices result in being decisive. How does the brain interpret what is happening vs what needs to happen. The ultimate question is what will the character want that drives the intent behind ones inhibition to do so.

The inner dimesnions of an actor

Coping mechanisms vs real action

Your aim as an actor should not be seen as an actor whose ability would be to show off effective coping mechanisms. That is not what people want to see. Let the character play you.

What are you thinking while you're acting is forming an ontological point of view. We use it in practice as we participate as sentient beings in everyday life. The usefulness and structure of language combines this ontology and we call it acting.

Truth Traveller

 

Acting is channeling a medium without the observation of your inner cynic... what exists between the relationship of both (being impulsive being neurotic) and eliminating the need to both (being seen being validated.) In return your reactions mean nothing to the abstract audience but everything from your outer critic emerge as a revelation to the moment.

My test of faith departed

We care about religion. The same way we espouse contradictory aims in real life. Therefore, this speaks to enlightenment. Philosophical interpretation bestows upon us all ritualistic type of bond. We all search for truth tying together a deontological perspective. Both duty and obligation become the same core our beliefs stem from - from its inception to the day... we are learning to walk. In other words we grow into a belief each programmed differently. The end game we all want the search for truth to guide us in that quest. We begin and end but it's an unknown variable. Constant is it's all a blur.

Kiss to kiss

 I've been around the sun many many moons and in saying this it reminds me of many many things. The duplicity of myself throughout time brings me to a realization. That no matter how much I've changed it doesn't mean I've abandoned the past. It is everything I've come to accomplish reflects to those that wanted what's best for me in my life. I am a greater person because of it. I am better able to make it my future. My ability to create what I want transcends all this. I think that makes sense to me.

The Renaissance man

 I'll give you one corner, if you can't come up with the other three don't talk to me anymore. - Confucius

The legendary Prairie God Dale Hawerchuk

 

The obituary

 What is more important in promoting truth.

Consider the following:

Is the search for questions if related to knowledge and transferable more or less important than the search for answers if related to the unknown and infinite.

Indecipherable.

Now consider the remodled thesis:

Is the search for questions as it relates to knowledge transferable hence more or less important than the search for answers relating to the unknown infinite universe.

The search for answers vs questions aligns us with narrative to a story however variable... how do we know anything? How is it can we not know!

My belief in perception as a viewer observes its blank slate of stone brings about an indecipherable sense. Where you meet something through the mind with what is indecipherable as you process what paradox brought you there. Then the language on a tablet emerges into its oneness just as nature intended.

What is acting...

 I want to keep this as simple and to the point.

What is acting...

I am asking this based on a personal journey of mine.

It is ultimately the question I face myself with that speaks to no true definitive answer.

It is to no fault of my own. I embarked on the birth of this question the same time I thought about pursuing acting as a medium. A trade. A profession.

But never once have I found the enlightenment of what is acting.

Acting to me has been a belief. A renewal. An expression of faith in what I believe can be real.

It is a search for truth in my desire to create art but more so to answer question in my idea of them.

I have come a long way in terms of proving that answer is relevant provided the question 'what is acting' isn't unanswerable. I don't want a discussion of sort that compares to a dog chasing its own tail or a chicken running with its head cut of or a pin the tail on the donkey.

This question if at all answerable deserves one.

I have traveled this far...

Do not expend unnecessary energy unwisely inconspicuous to your true true character. 

My neuroses in nature

 Let nature do its work...

Let nature take its course.

How to take care of nature is a reflection of you onto itself.

the art of living

 If living were an art.

I would master being a warrior.
A warrior of the mind.
Before a warrior of the soul.
There in that blind spot
Where everything else happens.
Where only you can't see it.
Uncovering the guilt...
In being possessed by something greater
Than my fear of god.
A feeling of peace over anxiety arises.
That already I know...
Before I meet my maker
I will not think twice.
Counting each time I blink
As if fate by design,
My inner divine dynamic is alive.
Alive as a sleeping giant of greater sense and sensiblity...
My mothers warm touch.
Where each day the sun beams
different light.
The sun appears to me differently
And heals me.
There is mystery in the fire. 

Trump's last stand

 Trump's breach of social contract with twitter and other platforms of social media is thick with irony. None of this is real life. People lie all over twitter all the time. What makes this different is that the norms changed not based on social discord but the entitlement.

Twitter rewarded Trump with a brand within a brand. It is a war of attrition but not an entitlement that can be shared. On the first part twitter is an unofficial document. On the second part the user assumes no liability of the first part being twitter terms of use.

In theory Twitter as a social media model accounts for Donald Trump's use of its platform. It is a battle of entitlement which is not shared. Therefore from this standpoint Trump is monkey in the middle. Twitters terms of use were violated as Trump's lies were in direct conflict.

Trump cannot make believe that social media factors as an insurance policy when things go wrong. It is an ontological belief that the shared experience of a social media platform should be taken for granted. The truth is that none of this is actually true.

Trump's assembly of tweets is not real life but mistook the regulations involved in terms of how the medium became a tool designed to profit his own political agenda. Twitter was Trump's breach of conduct. Trump cannot defend what isn't true. The lies are in perpetuity.

To say twitter finally assumed responsibility for Trump is where Trump went wrong. Linearly Trump made all the wrong choices leading up to his downfall. It is in breach using ones position of power as President, given rights & freedoms to coerce others into using opposite force.

For every action their should be an equal or opposite reaction. This is the law of nature.

Superb cause

 False prejudice in this vortex of emotions....

I actually don't know what I presumably know.

One gunshot... into the night sky....

And the silent death of sacrifice.

The inarguable force of reality

 Does the spirit end.

This merciless toil of life.
In the face of it lies a dark depleted spark.
As if a key to unlock the secret to a frozen heart.

Then it is so to ask...

Does not the spirit end...
If not in two equal parts.
One human.
One divine.
The other only thing left is: spirit.

The ultimate paradox...

Is beauty in charge of the observer or is beauty to the observer in its control.

Like you are out of touch with the world but in touch with everything else in it.

In the Book of Mirrors

 The energy I possess even though others may pretend not recognize is never invisible to the naked eye.

The Watchmaker

 What if you were found on your death bed,

Hearing only Jesus whispering in your ear...
I want to die with you.
Is that because you right then and there...
Came to the very real realization,
That what Jesus could have meant
Before meeting his untimely crucifixion:
Come.
Come die with me.
I want you to die with me.
And rather than think twice about it...
It was Jesus who edited what he truthfully thought.
So instead of what he wanted to say,
The gospel unwilfully proclaims:
I will have died for your sins.
So in spite of the message,
What he really wanted to teach us
Was belonging to a message of life before death.
That - that his death nor ours is not abject.
Die with him.
Now die with me.
And so we did.
No whisper back.

Christmas 🎄 Eve 2020

 Is prosperity an emotion to be experienced or a desire to be targeted. Can you describe yourself in a way if you were simply an emotion related to what you want in life besides triggering happiness. Does prosperity of the all eliminate true true happiness. Can the common good of prosperity channel its own historical framework tracing peace and happiness together as one. Ultimately what is the main purpose of refuge for your own happiness. Can happiness be a universal endeavor.

The skies uncover all scenery in harmony

 Codifying the canonical... both founded in literature. 

Both motionless and emotionless.
Senseless and insensitive.
To make a big deal out of nothing.
This rustic nature of mine.
Everyone's got a love story that's just an outer body experience.

Depression is not a negotiation.
Even so what if depression could be simply answerable by a single question that could eliminate it from why.
The question as to why is a divorce from reality which can't be as obvious.
Even if it is a real divorce from reality what is it that makes this unattainable reality not attainable.

The truth is we are not all victims of fire to the same circumstance unless made aware of it because unlike fire this becomes a formal ~ psychological property. The psychological element being one's own divorced reality. And when you are divorced from reality what is its causal nature. How do you approach the things that reality dictates without an intention from which intervenes with your lack of understanding things.

So depression you see if you can see it is very much an emotion.

My ill repentance of Camelot

 No matter how I position myself, life almost always postulates it so any amount of indifference is a crueler reality against my own doing. That depends on imposition as source. A form onto how reverse psychology works from irrational fear. It is an unconscious illustration into Murphy's Law... which would follow what can go wrong will go wrong of roles we play.

It is more important to possess a fear from irrationality that intercepts what is not the truth entitled. Whether or not the truth is reality or not is tested by your own volition. The truth in favor for what is truth cannot be true or false. To test truth are truth fallacies on the condition of what is true or false. The truth on trial as in law can be true or false with or without proof independent of laws.

Sumo sized slice of equilibrium

 I used to know this group of people

That were pathetic assholes
Pretending to act as villains
But be failures at it
Because they weren't smart enough
So they couldn't pull it off.

The lesson I learned:

What translates as zero tolerance if not in the face of taking a neutral position. It is pushed onto its unsuspecting victims. Most would confuse the use of zero tolerance as immunity as a means to themselves. 

Words designate treasure

 What do we call language for the sake of art.

How do we characterize violence vs a mindful experience if not designed if not (disguised) by language.

What do we recognize as a love language lost.

To impart wisdom on a large scale vs its smaller counterpart. The answer to this is liberal arts is an investment.


Zero tolerant vitamins


What translates as zero tolerance if not in the face of taking a neutral position. It is pushed onto its unsuspecting victims. Most would confuse the use of zero tolerance as immunity as a means to themselves.

Harmony.

Silencing voices in our head

 

When we are tested against our will to know. We wre all subject to interpretation. Therefore, understanding is very much a feeling between what is alive vs miscomprehension. Into what becomes knowledge.

It can even be described as a dream state. Your responsibility is not based on what you say because it would be self centered. If everything you ever said in life was true then makes it impossible from which to lie. Think about it this way. Everything is measured ostensibly.

Can God not be rational...

 I am a super tolerant individual carrying a naturally occult eye for worldly things. It gives me a feel into sharing things as they are.

Candle 🕯 Maker

 There is only one.

One.
One holy ghost.
And people get lost in the fact
Like some jelly donut.

Identifying the cathartic element:

Its role in the transcending of psychosis....

If you are living in gods given freedom and by the grace of God you also believe that only god makes the rules. The question always is... can you break them. How do you act above the law in God's eyes. What answers to God? Can you fake your own death in the eyes of god, if you've failed playing a role independent into living the good life.

the hereafter vs the thereafter

 I feel I am not good enough. My biggest obstacle.

My life is not a lie. I've removed myself from self doubt into a plane of consciousness that trusts my natural instincts.

The real question is... if I don't feel good about myself; how am I suppose know when I am good enough. The hereafter vs thereafter.

"If you’re not (good) enough without it, you’ll never be enough with it."

I'm not a thief... I just cheat while keeping myself honest... like everyone else should.

Is branding yourself as a character actor an act of God?? The answer is in faith and renewal....

What makes competition: is it based on a conditional or is it a spiritual journey based on.

Realist vs downplaying the voice in my head which criticizes judges and makes me feel stuck in mud vs acts of conformity.

What does it mean to be seen vs not being taken seriously vs being taken for granted

Can learning how to act only be substantiated by silencing the voices in your head and being present in your body. Is acting an art of dispelling the diseases of your minds elasticity. The capacity in which you silence the inner critic through learning how to dismiss or negate what you edit (the mind) from filtration of what is truth vs. Ones personal infiltration of what is not truth. I am arguing in favor of how acting may be true or false vs gullibility of the observer to be aware of their realist tendencies. The actor is to therefore serve the lie after which everything else is true as a tactical yet satirical evasion to which the observer is in total disbelief. This the medium saying acting conveys a message 💀 (truth) via a messenger (actor). Acting is to be aware if both a common denominator: that the nature of duality may all so both exist simultaneously. Only aware of the human condition from which they stand upon.

There is no memory of "the all." The all implies the obsever independent of the truth.

I cannot prove the existence of God I can only prove my belief in the existence of God. Huge difference

God, Freedom and its unitary wager

 I often wonder if people define war through its visionary aims. I found this interesting. I am of the belief that all war is sacrilegious. It can mean two things where lines are blurred: that the very act of committing yourself to the cause of war is courageous. That the very cause of war is legalizing mass murder to which you are blind to. We are taught to believe that the truth in Valor to man or woman serving his or her country is of the highest order. I just wonder based on clearer definition of what war represents; how would you entail your personal belief in it. I think I screen the cause of war as follows: I am not suggesting soldiers should be murderers. (Mercenary) I am suggesting that the means of war is a legal use of the cause murder creates on a global scale. Also, I believe in my faith as a human being who reserves that faith in the name of God. That being said I am not against being a soldier depending on the cause. That is to say I find it sacred in the name of God I trust. I will fight for God. Fighting in the name of god is the ultimate ideal. I am more curious about how the typical soldier of war is programmed based on his or her occupation to the idea of war and its main purpose. What drives a solider. What motivates them. This also means to which ends the method of war is based if there exist class conscious of mercenaries. All war... all of it is designed to fit modern day warfare. Western civilization which follows a code... 1- a class conscious struggle between the defeat of our civil liberties so eliminating a primary conscious awarenss in ourselves and 2- the ideals associated with mainting equality of status quo across a universal spectrum. The outcomes in both 1 to 2 respectively replay the same end result in favor of war. Not the soldiers elementary aims.

Rescued Eyes

If it were make believe that water can make memories.

Then I am one to travel to places through which waterfalls are created.

Like the birth of my baptism from where
all my memories followed.
They flow from a holy trail of thoughts and words upon words where my world would be shaped.
And for some strange reason...
nothing appeared to me other than salvation.
What am I accused of in this dark
sanctuary.
Me in my parish.
Where I can feel how the sun takes me home.
The dilation of the mind and its struggle.
The science of purging dreams.
How music fills your heart and soul...
Tears upon tears fueling memories.

Obligation is the prize

 What if God faced you with a proposition that would absolve you of everything you have ever done right or wrong in return for nothing other than your peace of mind. However, you feel that the opposite were true. That even in God's eyes you had such a conviction where you felt so strongly about something you just cannot let it go. Would you surrender to gods acclimation or would you think it is too good to be true and thought highly in favor of yourself, in truth, you would govern your own life with or without gods perdition. 

What would you do.

I would choose to surrender. I would surrender so utterly and completely. I would do that. Simple.

If I were a Mystic

If I were a Mystic....

There are rules to follow.
It is here are basis of games without rules.
Competition vs calculation
No no nonsense.
Every minute is a minute of nostalgia.
I listen to my inner self.
I feel my inner body.
As through the inertia of a giant....
What it is brought to life. (Is brought to life.)
I possess a psychology!...
A secret standard.
I hold onto it with a razor sharp focus.
The pinball keeps rolling...
In every which direction.
I keep going.
Then come back for it.
Like chasing an aroma.
Both ancient and magical.
I reject the ball.
There are no rules of measurement.
There are no rules.
I play with intentions;
Only if you play like you play scrabble.
That sense of a vocabulary which just hits you.
And a Tetris on words combine into meaning.
Pointing the arrow like a weather vain.
Until the mind caves in.

Lost in Evasion

A well rounded character...

The contest is in being present....

Onto breaking rules of convention

I don't plan.
I am in favor of Equality
In the Moment
Naturally interesting
Mutual understanding of a social contract...
I refuse to allow someone policing what I say or do.
I do what the fuck I want.
To help set boundaries....
I don't like being tested for what I truly feel.

To possess a High threshold of tolerance:

Intuitive vulnerability
Authentic volatility
Organic in truth
Raw yet private

Avaliable emotionally
Awareness to your self promise of honesty.

Accessing Vocabulary in a meaningful way.

Soldiers of God

Human error can be an absolutely fatal thing.

It leads to accident.
And by accident you come across,
Your suspension of disbelief.
Thanks be to the soldier of god
Who I came across as a homeless man.
He commented on my vibration.
And this was to me my power.
The issue is I have this force of nature
And I correct the problem of human error.
I want to go to the place I once died.
It is there where I am unafraid.
So unafraid.
And so to embark on this journey,
I feel a terror inside.
Once I thought such stupor...
Is my power.
And somehow now I am unafraid.
It is a war in my head.
Where living in a world I feel disarmed
Is a rarity to me.
Too much of a good thing
Is not a good thing to waste.
And that's what makes us all soldiers of God.
That this accidental death of us all would one day
Mark human error.
What are laws without punishment of this primative pastime.
I like feeling in my comfort zone
Looking out the window....
A contender!

This my retreat into faith.
Sparks flying and my ears I feel are burning.

The legend of Sacrement

It is a parody of particual judgment,

That in any of ones affairs ones compass points toward
Calculated movements.
As these movements become conspicuous.
So conspicuously crafted into mind,
That these mind tunnels take you through a
well thought out conscious effort
as how to get carried away.
My imagination pronounces its disappointment.
To break through the barriers of racist ideology.
So not purged upon.
But how intent you are to correct the kind of thinking,
That has no true religious aspect of it.
Religion has its own purpose to intervene with how the mind should function.
It is my personal philosophy that seeks truth however!
And even or odd,
Odd or Even...
Off or not on.
On or not off.
I think I saw her ingenuity in a heartbeat.
The virgin mother never dies in us.
We are always present in our mother's loins.
So through all of this.
I don't know what to say.
All I do know is my father who art in heaven,
Travels upward on this Hill - not down.
And as I reach this pinnacle.
At the height of this hill.
It rains like milk from heaven.
Expect this milk is not white in substance.
It rains black.
It rains in black.
And cleanses me.
My skin feels rejuvenated.
My soul feels it even more so.
And all of the sudden you go cold.
Cold in the milky substance that rains.
Back to a time you will always remember,
How your tears were made by God's hand.

I refuse to be purged upon for being racist, sexist or prejudice.
What connects all these things?
Not that we are consumers of god's unearthly image.
What is class conscious.
I will not be treated minimum wage.
I will not fear being discriminated against as second class.
What I pray for is to be a creative class conscious of individuals.
I will only tap the surface of the forehead.
It is a forceful nature hidden beneath the shadowless recess of my mind.

The Puzzle Factory

I feel a touch incandescent in the mastery of my comfort zone.

Alone in the recess of love.

I think of clues - in the crossword of life
All so uncarelessly crafted.
Struggle vs suffering
Is drudgery.
The drudgery of my misbehavior.
My skull starving for salvation...
My phantom Juliette (is what I call her....)
To whom I feel emptiness on the inside.
I just can't describe.
This monkey on my back,
About a secret unclaimed.
Magically magically present in my loneliness.
An Angel falling...
Falling...
Cheating gravity.
In this the place I am at peace.
Where nothing torchers me.
Where time passes as time terminates my fears.
Light spent all my own.
My mind combining my spirit with memory.
Finding a cemetery to land.

Beauty in the dark nature of romance

You can fake everything but your feelings.

I feel I've been going blind.
Because I regulate everything.
Even when depression hits.
It's a protest of hostility hidden deep inside of me.
How does one find the pretensious world as it surrounds you.
It is a cause of perpetuity.
Where everyone wants to last forever.
It's a toxic environment filled with a host of black flies buzzing around...
They make those zooming sounds.
Zooming zooming around.
Dead in your ear drum.
You could swear they just die in there.
A rotten death.
Where flies enter never to come out again.
So how I regulate things is not by death.
But by mourning.
Somberly so.
Such striking design.
Where intelligence meets its end.
And nothing appears equal.

We are all this shallow and you don't know how.

How alive you can be without necessarily feeling it.

Or isn't it another propositional form.

How can you feel alive without everyone else agreeing.

I am unsure which of which is more alluring.

Maybe never.

The smell of Brandy or your refined taste of (romantic) language in thought.

The small yet skinny fortune of your physical figure.
The luxury of a dollar store and everything in it.

Fire flies in the face of reason dancing at night, defining the recession of your true god like nature. I like it here.

And the abnormal nature of dying...
What is alone living your own heroic death without romance...
Are the final thoughts of my final resting place will be...

(Though I wish everyone knew it.)

This the hearts of hopeless romantics...
A sadder story never told.

My mind is drunk on it.

Against a psychic that won't lie.

Immortality in accusing gods imprisonment

If we are not all prisoners of God in God's mind then what is which you see makes you relate to that stated prejudice. My answer is we are aimless according to a phantom blueprint. There is no master plan. Only your self wonder.

Everything you outwardly express travels inside-out into your brain's circuitry. Therefore, this is true of how you impress your disbelief in the things you attribute to real life. What we fail to perceive as God given.

My disbelief in God would appeal to a prejudice in that our God would struggle with. Would it not.

To be gods prisoner if God experienced a life on earth. Makes us all mortals. If we are not affiliated to gods purpose then prejudice is man made proposition. Such is logic and dialectic. Divinity is that we are gods prisoners in God's mind. As if we were imprisoned.

The divine dialect can only be driven in pursuit of a liberating god. One that imagines god in prison for a crime god didn't commit. This is no different than informing yourself of prejudice to gods name. You are not a lie in gods imagery of that nature.

Mr clairvoyant

I have an ear ache.

My grandmother is here.

In my ear.

She lives in my ear.

In fact she has, lived in my ear since its birth.

The ear is a fascinating place to be.

Especially because it never leaves your mother's womb.

The most defined part of where it hurts the most. What it feels like to cry because it hurts so so much.

The aforementioned state of my personal psychometry.

My grandmother gave this to me. 

She was born with telepathy from the gods. 

Forever my Birthday

 I am the stranger you never met.

If you're playing dead ...

Are you not reading my mind.

There is no psychological disturbance

Because all I do is stimulate 

You.

Stimulating me.

Stimulating you.

As I sleepwalk through the day.

Void of all inhibition.

The last decimal

 

Sitting in the hot baked grave,
Deep beneath the hot hot sun.
The great waves upon waves echoing.
As it echoes in my ear drum like a spiraling
Masterpiece of sound shaped like a sea shell.
I hear everything I can.
The traces of my mind linger.
In this house built without windows.
Where would I be without you under a different solstice,
Where the past consumes me....
Where the future rests.
And the eyes of the Holy ghost preside in me.

NeoLiberal feminist ideology

I found this to be a good working definition of right wing feminism.

Nature of language vs racing thoughts

If that nature of language exists in a vacuum.

Autocracy 🇺🇸 2020 July

If I had the skills to combat the evil autocracy that trump has imposed under martial law I would. What these cowards in uniform are doing not without obeying Trumps orders is abhorrent and shamefully exorbitant. How can these militants look in the mirror for these actions. These are peaceful protestors for an honorable cause.

Unbelievable. The excuse using Military action is that protesters cannot use equal force. Which is besides the point. What Trump is doing is illegal.

the as if

Acting is cathartic.

What you perceive intellectually is a spell you are under. The impression of an intention you inevitably invariably internalize a dialect. The goal is to experience it into an emotion.  You learn to maneuver through it while living the part.

Manipulation and its perverse reality ¥ predicating the spiritual as visible

Divinity in nature is predicting the invisible or impregnating thought predates knowledge.

Psychic activity is logic dictating everything god wanted you to know about.

Our consciousness/perception evolve through story.  When a person writes a story (living the part) they are emulating the method of nature.

We have character (that is you) the character arc (change of your perception of reality) caused by the conflict in the plot (your life).

Yes. Nature ¥ (you can call it gods will) creates the conflict.

How does one question the achievement of desire....equate to the acquisition of divinity in nature.  Can gods will be free of conflict. Is that the force of which nature becomes.

My own desire is not only to know myself but to lay in it while I wait for the blueprint to dry.  That defeats how my personal slavery is a lie born to freedom from design which is honored. That means if our desires were calculated or prewritten in stone my slavery would atone for it.

With respect to salvation, the spirit, its believability... The one

The same purpose to commit murder can be found in an act of suicide or perhaps the basis for philosophy can be as morbidly thought in attaching the position of a philosopher's. Can salvation  be defined as such. The very purpose of how salvation is interpreted into transforming your third dimensional life into a forth dimensional form of being. Transcending the idea of heaven as you walk among the clouds.

There is no answer. The answer to provide purpose itself can only be in the capacity that you find salvation. All growth is is salvation working around you. Reality you present is a conspiracy no one else sees but you.

So this is the best working idea or definition of what salvation is not.

To no end

I am the face. The power of God. I use my mask to cover it. But I only choose carefully to reveal it from time to time. I recently found out about a serious issue surrounding my uncle who has been diagnosed with cancer. He taught me what the true meaning of being one with God is.

In all of that he unmistakably showed me what my life is worth simply by the love he carried for me (found only in his heart.)  He put the fear of God in me. He made me feel weak based on the kind of love he had empowered me. To no end. And because of this I know all of it as true.

My favorite uncle! His name is Anibal Martins. His fire as fierce as the heart of a lion's. I possess this on most days. The heart of such flesh and blood. His worst  enemies were too afraid to admit they were and if you crossed that line between him and God.

It is a line you better be prepared to cross.

An approach to Feminist ideology

Feminists on the far right typically use austerity only to make members of the opposite sex feel oppressed and unimportant. It is not an example of a feminists ability to manipulate or persuade who they target. Feminists in this case make victims under their own false pretense.

Once a feminist has an agenda that agenda changes every moment they feel uncontrollable neutrality. This absurdist hot take on feminist agenda is based on their marriage to tolerance and inequality.  To take responsibility for their own actions which makes for extreme division.

The instinctive approach to feminist ritual is to seek individual worship in place of resistence toward them. These are tactics or strategically placed signals that combine a feminist ideology of its far right approach.

I am an anti feminist by nature although a true feminist fight in search of equality. It is a non existent lie. Equality is unconditional and should not be associative of gender based bias. That is a definitive difference to change culture of one's mind.

On Trump's dictatorship ( a synopsis into Martial Law its misuse)

Trump is threatening his own people using martial law. Funny if he even realizes what taking that action means. He literally wants to incite violence. It's martial law that strategically is useful to haphazardly influence respect to common law where use of force is prohibited.

Canada has seen this intent used in situations like both the Oka crisis and October crisis in Quebec. Canada does not purport to violence as a means. Trump's blindness is what is scarier to be witness.

Allow me to clarify: common law is what strictly prohibits the use of force as a means. This I think in terms of Martial Law should Martial Law be invoked should not enable violence to the public domiain against its own citizens criminally reprehensible due to false cause.

This means in no way should governmwnt intervene using martial law with a ploy to legitimize violence against its own people.

Martial law is all about who blinks first and in what fashion. The FLQ were a home grown terrorist group from which Pierre Trudeau invoked martial law (war measures act) during the 1970 October Crisis. It is curious to me as to what motive behind placing martial law is a faction.

If I understand martial law which marks its use in the disguise of absolute force on its intended targets. Follows martial law which is synonymously linked to impose lethal force if in case necessary. This is highly questionable under what provisions martial law is exhibited.

Trump's aims are violence at any cost which implies a breech of laws in order to be upheld will not be recognized by due justice under a judiciary. The causation from which martial law is implemented has to do with the authority which upholds it.

So instituting martial law can be deemed as criminal in the hands of unilateral action based on the underlying motives from which it is enabled. Trump is acting as a criminal in welding such spoiled tactics.

Epistemological equity

I think Trump is the least charismatic unreal untrustworthy scoundrel that anyone supporting him typically associate themselves as criminals who have the right to vote. The constitution of the 🇺🇸 are amendments not rights.

This means people that characterize themselves as equal toward others care about their rights of each individual. Whereas amendments allow for bureaucratic alternatives through a scope of provisions that only project sovereignty onto its populous.

Not necessarily to uphold your right under law as equals. That is a huge discrepancy according to how people behave and conduct themselves under a constitution made of amendments. Therefore, it is flawed. Amendments are NOT classified as rights which are protected under laws are.

The Canadian Charter of Rights & Freedoms give a guarantee that should each individual have rights they are held as equals where you can act as a free individual. The amendments of the US constitution has no such thing and limits or contradicts your understanding of basic rights.

It is because of this contradiction that US bases its laws insofar as it dissents.

There is a good argument to be had in favor of Canada's model to a constitution which was drafted under Pierre Trudeau's watchful eye. It is singlehandedly the most visionary piece of working laws that motivate the human condition. Conservatives and Republicans are the same.

Democrats in the 🇺🇸 are basically liberal minddd individuals incubated into a bad model known as amendments. Democrats fight for your freedom to choose. Republicans fight to maintain status quo on no uncertain terms. In other words they take advantage of what the weak can't have.

Amendments of the 🇺🇸 constitution was drafted so not to displace the powers that be so they can act according to wealth as opposed to virtue.


Happiness is not a virtue nor is it a choice made according popular belief. Happiness gravitates if and only if there is a positive element that occurs. The truth of which should be regarded as equal but not equal to its basic form.

Basic happiness is a dualistic version of sovereignty. Sovereignty denotes happiness. Happiness can only occur as result of how individuals treat others as equals. Hitherto the same holds true or false on what classifies as happiness.

What can be true for you may not be true for others and vise versa. What can be true for others may not be true for you. This debatedly acquires knowledge as happiness so as if each individual is granted their free imunity to act as equals.

An observation manual

How do I know.
What makes me think of myself as an expert.
Where did I acquire this type of self awareness.
Have I imagined it all.
Is it only a lie.
How do I live to tell it if not real.
There are no simple answers into
Conducting a greater reality.
A higher state of consciousness.
Why would possess this kind of knowledge.
When does the good future reveal itself to me.
That is the difference between a phenomenological
Perspective and the nature of being.
You can try to tell a story with a bad ending.
Something tragic that happened in the back of your mind.
But you keep it private.
Because only you can weigh the scale or dream state
That translates the minds chaotic order from disorder.
All of this will make perfect sense that sleeps.
And once in this higher order
You decide to decode the world am I surrendering too.

That the object you conceal from the rest of the world
Is far more greater then what that vibration gives off.

I speak of ambiguity.

I change the pattern of thought entirely to suit
My own needs of recollection to the story.

It is how you build that story with clues about observation.
And that that observation provides proof of nothing ordinary.

It just comes and goes as it perspectively announces your arrival
In a secret form.

That's right....

You arrive in a secret form on the same day you were born
And the story of that day interfered with your mothers.

A very very powerful perspective.

One that specializes in coming to live life's miracles.

What is the object you provide observation to.
What miracles with you did you possess in transforming yourself
Without changing the same story you've imagined.

Where in the story didn't mention a lie.
The lie of living your best life,
Have you lived it as.

You imagined all of it.

Adding science to a fault.
Where your inhibitions deviate and gather prejudices
Of your mind kept hostage.
Your body in a make believe cage.

Where is your castle.

That right there is a question worth asking.

You built yourself a cage instead of a castle.
The whole time you are carrying the key.

In game theory we presume our own innocence.
Because competitively we may not survive.
So we block ourselves completely benevolent of cause.

This is the higher state of consciousness.
Where you may have experienced solutions to problems.
Only may.

To think objectively is not to make example of critical thinkers.
Critical thinkers are simply sinners gone past a method of inquiry.
The family of thinkers that preceded you.
Where the object interferes with no clear experation day.

You live to tell your story as an ambassador to the greater
Wealth of those that you take advantage of.

You must not take for granted fear from falling.

No one likes being taken advantage of.
Much like the narrative I am in explanation of here.

There inverting my own certainty,
Where logical formulations lead to definitive conclusions.
And then there uncritical thinking.
The kind that thins into detail of diabolical self illusions.

To speak abstractly is a gift that radically transforms your mind.
You learn to descramble language in a way that maneuvers.

Certainty vs critical thinking...
Which one is not up to you.

Is it true or is it false.
They are different.
One concerns validation.
The other may be something more or less abstract.

This is not unimportant.
Because these are things which demand inquiry,
On some level thoughtful in mind.

How the nature of everything that's intended
Is whether or not related.

Game theory is a theoretical question which demands
A processing of induction.
Logical in principle
To help you explain conclusions which are probable
Based on the evidence itself.

What is wealth.

Solar Circuitry

If my mind were poisoned
And that causes words to lose
All their meaning.
Where is this well of magic to help
Reinvigorate the senses.
At what point could any language become
So obsolete.
Where you brand the worlds wisdom 
As esoteric by trade.
Like a corn at the ball of your foot,
Or thorn on your side.
As I silently observe from outside
My purple box of emotions.
What will I not see come the future.
What will I be missing.
Again asking what would be of names
If words had no meaning
And that those words carry codified
Information.
Have I said too too much or too little.
My brain is scrambled.
With what is safest way to remain silent.
What sound does a great secret kept
A great secret make.
I would say bringing art to life
Is about seeing life in the art.
And to observe how one operates.
Where we are or who we are
Should never really matter.
Even in a world without 
borders.

Are we not all just a bunch of persuasive
Puppeteers
Hanging on to suspense and intrigue
That we turn into great masters
Of words that have no meaning
Understood only as in basic information.

What is in store for us when we wander.
That is the only real explanation to everything
Even if not gods creative intent.

Not are we slaves to reason like the ancient philosopher's
Once thought of.

Instead, what if the language we've learned to decipher
Were merely symbiotic.
What if we thought of words not as we mean them,
But were magically described to us as if by the very 
Same nature or structureless idea of God given
Intention.

As if to speak of worship but without relationship to prayer.

And what if words just disappeared,
Not to be forgotten but ceased to exist
Into an abyss of emotions where your mind had
No control over.

Wouldn't that be lovely.

The habit of self destruction

I am not a bad person. 

That each good bone in my body, 

Wanders.

Even so, if I have on a good day, 

Nothing to hide. 

My own self reflection is visceral. 

Of an antiseptic nature. 

The practice of wisdom 

Which I am not waterproof 

That my mind and body 

Melt away. 

I am the great flow of energy 

Much like the sun beaming 

How so is my spirit. 

My fire burning. 

I sleep in around the fire.

Where my dreams are made. 

I am the fire. 

I am the earth's wind land and water. 

I am the energy that flows through me. 

I am rapid. 

But - but please baby please

Don't worry. 

Because that is when I feel things get 

Blocked. 

Only happiness ensues. 

I feel beauty to this.

It's not hard to do.

It's adult time

Stay in touch with your creativity.

Come join me for some wine.

And I'll stay in touch with mine. 

No Mind

No mind
Hidden truth
Hidden language
It all will make sense.
I am.
I have the ego to be an actor.
Look at me sideways, 
A type of high voltage
To think of as art.