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
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Centering the Universe
Pray the rosary in your lingerie.
Tell me what you want.
Tell me what you want.
Does her voice feel like spring.
Can you imagine the taste of candy floss,
In this gamble of thoughts and words
Which may soon expire.
That chemical agent in the brain,
Helping boost your immunity.
With an electric impulse of images,
Can you face yourself living a lie.
Impervious to truth in a dream world.
And by some unknown divine intervention,
Come gods beautiful design.
Always the last to know.
Black magic of the sublime fool
Acquiescence
And the power of surprise.
Can you imagine the taste of candy floss,
In this gamble of thoughts and words
Which may soon expire.
That chemical agent in the brain,
Helping boost your immunity.
With an electric impulse of images,
Can you face yourself living a lie.
Impervious to truth in a dream world.
And by some unknown divine intervention,
Come gods beautiful design.
Always the last to know.
Black magic of the sublime fool
Acquiescence
And the power of surprise.
Monday, March 18, 2019
Friday, March 15, 2019
A grave resistance
Love stains the heart
Somewhat of a Renaissance
If history is a disease,
You must improvise the repellent.
I am just an impartial observer,
Of unbareable consequence.
Unspeakable betrayal,
And immeasurable action.
Somewhat of a Renaissance
If history is a disease,
You must improvise the repellent.
I am just an impartial observer,
Of unbareable consequence.
Unspeakable betrayal,
And immeasurable action.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Life's Grey Matter is Exhilarating
What if I were obsessed with god.
So what is the soul made of
If not gods ability to find himself.
God is in me.
Whether to obey him or not.
He finds his self in me.
And likes it.
What is the ingredient of a spark.
Where the compass has gone haywire.
Everything is in flow.
Live your life like that of an actor
Who plays fair
But never listens.
I am that first beam of sunlight
Which you swear feels like
You've been touched unlike any other living thing before.
So what is the soul made of
If not gods ability to find himself.
God is in me.
Whether to obey him or not.
He finds his self in me.
And likes it.
What is the ingredient of a spark.
Where the compass has gone haywire.
Everything is in flow.
Live your life like that of an actor
Who plays fair
But never listens.
I am that first beam of sunlight
Which you swear feels like
You've been touched unlike any other living thing before.
Monday, January 21, 2019
The God quotient
What would perturb you more as an individual. Guilty of not serving gods will or guilty of not acting in gods image. Both are distinct. One serves the purpose of what you think should be. The other, your mind measures in how to behave permissively.
I have a problem worth the solution. It is a simple formula regarding religion and the misunderstanding between forces be it gods will or not. Jihad is not what people convince themselves is. What Jihad conceives is the unbeliever. Therefore, it is incumbent of the unbeliever...
that Jihad is present. The common misperception is that Jihad consists of war against unbelievers when in theory it is the unbelievers that serve as justification for Jihadist mentality. Jihad is not war against unbelievers. It is unbelievers that declare war when they should...
believe in gods will. As twisted as that sounds or may come across it is a solution to the dogma associated with Islamophobia. Unbelievers create war and believers are caught in the causal element. The adjudication of war infers a fear of gods empowerment on two sides.
Therefore a misunderstanding between religious dichotomy.
I have a problem worth the solution. It is a simple formula regarding religion and the misunderstanding between forces be it gods will or not. Jihad is not what people convince themselves is. What Jihad conceives is the unbeliever. Therefore, it is incumbent of the unbeliever...
that Jihad is present. The common misperception is that Jihad consists of war against unbelievers when in theory it is the unbelievers that serve as justification for Jihadist mentality. Jihad is not war against unbelievers. It is unbelievers that declare war when they should...
believe in gods will. As twisted as that sounds or may come across it is a solution to the dogma associated with Islamophobia. Unbelievers create war and believers are caught in the causal element. The adjudication of war infers a fear of gods empowerment on two sides.
Therefore a misunderstanding between religious dichotomy.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
The absurdity of sacrifice
In the throat.
In the throat is where you will find yourself.
You see I find the world in my throat.
The world is in my throat.
What if what you fail to think of as risk,
Was predictable.
And what risk so you feel,
Actually never really happens.
What you see as risk.
Is not risky - at all.
You get caught dead looking the other
Way.
The same perspective is one in a million.
As brighter as the sun's days to the end of its ageless wonder.
Each day designed to be in your throat.
Every risk in each day.
Send me to the shade.
In the throat is where you will find yourself.
You see I find the world in my throat.
The world is in my throat.
What if what you fail to think of as risk,
Was predictable.
And what risk so you feel,
Actually never really happens.
What you see as risk.
Is not risky - at all.
You get caught dead looking the other
Way.
The same perspective is one in a million.
As brighter as the sun's days to the end of its ageless wonder.
Each day designed to be in your throat.
Every risk in each day.
Send me to the shade.
Saturday, January 05, 2019
Thursday, December 20, 2018
The sorry act of pleasure
I have reasons for the person I have become today. I have changed radically so. Through all this I have grown immune to the false interpretations out there around me. I am brilliant, sexy, charming. I don't need the validation or chauvinistic discourse to people.
My life has been altered. As result my friends that use to know me, never knew the real me. I use to harness that model and hate myself for the wrong reasons. Now I realize how much I I've changed means I'm better aware of myself. Without regard for status being upheld.
I use to believe that change meant friends really never made the effort required. Now I realize it's my bad. I risked making changes even if friends decided not to recognize it. I am different now. The changes I have made no longer express who I once was.
It's made me clairvoyant. Sophisticated even. I don't own a thing in life. You do not need those things. I act as charitable. To a fault. Now the challenge is uncertain to me. I have no idea that this self discovery would enable me as it has. Now I feel a sense of added renewal.
If this side of me is not recognized I no longer deserve discredit. Unless my aims are met.
My life has been altered. As result my friends that use to know me, never knew the real me. I use to harness that model and hate myself for the wrong reasons. Now I realize how much I I've changed means I'm better aware of myself. Without regard for status being upheld.
I use to believe that change meant friends really never made the effort required. Now I realize it's my bad. I risked making changes even if friends decided not to recognize it. I am different now. The changes I have made no longer express who I once was.
It's made me clairvoyant. Sophisticated even. I don't own a thing in life. You do not need those things. I act as charitable. To a fault. Now the challenge is uncertain to me. I have no idea that this self discovery would enable me as it has. Now I feel a sense of added renewal.
If this side of me is not recognized I no longer deserve discredit. Unless my aims are met.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
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