May 2013
3 posts
quiet truths whispered any louder and the worlds would shift consumed in the blaze charred remains just drifting through space by a single phrase uttered et oblivio accebit they would end the worlds together staring directly into their deaths holding hands, letting it wash over them a million different lives, in a million different realms just so one could end in perfection
“My heart weighs heavily in the confines beneath my chest, blood still locked behind the ribcage- just slow and dull. Is this what dying feels like? Or just another case of self applied heartbreak?”
He was trying to find contentment, his hand holding the pen- bringing forth his plight.
“Laughter rings through my ears, the crackling of demons as they feast on my flesh. The pain...
The sun, that fiery ball high overhead was bringing forth life- and he was drenched in sweat. He could feel the nuclear reactions from here, as his feet made their way across the desert. Sweat marked his form, the heat welling up beneath his skin. A breeze wanted to caress his face, to wisp away the beads on his brow. Nearing collapse, he willed each leg out implanting the bare feet on the hot...
April 2013
1 post
my depressions a recession from the outside world an internal obsession- past fetal and curled
the external lessons leave me battered and repelled
expression alone has made me madder than hell they say time will tell, that illusions now dispelled
this turning of a world, I can’t even watch it twirl
but you can say I fell, that mentally I’ve been jailed
its close enough to truth,...
March 2013
2 posts
As a child, I was heavily ingrained with religious knowledge. I honestly don’t know when the floor fell from under my faith, but I do know that I tumbled down a dark spiral which shattered the core of my being. Years were spent in its reconstruction, only to destroy that core once more. Every fall into a pit of blackness only brought forth a brighter light. If only in the depth of that night...
What am I waiting for?
No longer am I filled with the dread that plagued past lives, no longer does the heavy burden of reality feel as if it is about to collapse around me. The threat of destruction has loomed for longer than eternity, yet it comes with a sense of contentment- if the void comes, then it shall.
Yet, I still wait patiently. Wanting greatness to occur, grandiose aspirations linger...
February 2013
2 posts
It had become a constant struggle to hold onto one sense of reality, that mutual sharing of a worldview. Everything would bleed at the edges, merging into something else. He had moved past the place littered with the broken bones picked clean from the old travelers who hadn’t quite made it this far. There wasn’t a path any longer, just foreign plants overgrown which he had to wade...
The base premise is that the idea of separation is that of illusion, perceived stimuli cannot be differentiated by it’s interpretation. We are not able to remain objective in any sense, although we may attempt to delude ourselves into thinking in such a manner.
If everything is actually experiencing itself as a way to constantly grow and push its bounds- is there a way to dictate the...
November 2012
6 posts
Transplant banks
The street was deserted minus the heavy machinery whirling in the distance. There were no chirping of birds, no dogs barking as he was used to back in the villages. No, the silence was near complete here- an eerie lack of life around the dilapidated houses. They moved towards the rising smoke, darting in between the shadows. They were on the outskirts, the per-revolution houses awaiting...
Breakfast with the elder
He only had pieces of what he saw the night before, the rest being washed with his naked eyes. A small piece of wood added to the embers, long breaths to get it going. The voices were starting off slow this morning, dulled from the night before. They wanted him to slaughter the sleeping men around him, hints and tips on how easy it would be. He sat up and shook his head violently, wild tangled...
Journey
The sun was his alarm clock, rays falling from the partially blinded window. His eyes opened slowly, catching light. He rolled carefully onto his side, and scanned his watch. 8:32 the digital numbers blinked back him, checking twice just to be sure. He rubbed tension from his tired eyes, and sat up- trying to shake off his dreams. He felt like he was missing something, and didn’t want the...
A new type of dreaming
He awoke with soft fluttering eyelids and long breaths. A moment spent stretching, preparing a fire. A spark and the beginnings of green tea. He sat quietly while it was prepared, closing his eyes. He filled two cups, and looked out into the rising sun- just starting to peek over the horizon. The stone hallway greeted him, and lead him to a steadily burning mass of candles- and one of the sleeping...
Drawing deep
He worked throughout the night, bringing in the weary travelers. Those who were lost and confused, finding themselves at his door step. None could make it very far around him, deep sleep permeating their bones. The massive stone temple welcomed them, a brief respite from the heavy rain. There were many rooms, and many beds were filled as the night progressed- the rain never letting up. He worked...
NaNo Beginnings
Well, here goes nothing. Its the first time I’m trying this- and hopefully can eventually compose some sort of plot. Input is greatly appreciated.
The sun was setting, casting pink shadows through the windows. He stuck his head out, watch the clouds drift past- dark and heavy with rain. The night was going to be long, they told him-spoke with their form. He sighed as he felt water splash...
October 2012
2 posts
Let my words flow, steaming at the base of your neck
quiet truths burning in your ears
words that I’ll commit to
portions of my soul.
They linger, and they burn
may scar and hurt.
Warnings of the pain of attachment.
of what it can do
to me- to you
Our souls can burn bright
Together we can shine.
byproduct of cause and effect
Self note: flesh out concepts more, the mind runs and runs- its associations are not necessarily available to all.
His perspective was always in a shifting raging flux, he was teaching it to remain open- to embody that of others to the fullest extent. Most importantly he was teaching it to grow. It had already been learned that perspective is everything, our view is all we have in this...
July 2012
4 posts
A drive
His eyes crawled the road ahead of him- seeing naught but desolation. Abandoned and rotting buildings with windows shattered- gaping holes with sharp glass teath leading into blackness stared back at him as he slowly drove along the winding road. Society in all its former glory had been taken back by nature in this place; vines left free to climb up dirty brick, trees cracking the the concrete...
In black velvet
Floating on a sea of black velvet, he had lost his goal. The ink pen ran smooth, kept running- spouting inanities if it must. He had to keep it moving, until the trance took over. Until the words ran by themselves without his cognizant knowledge, until his blood bled with the ink onto the crisp paper. Another start, that by the general literacy rules must tie in the with the last- wil this do? Why...
We’ll jump to another portion of mind, another pice of time and space. Anywhere we land is exactly what the moment requires, a task to be accomplished or of something to learn. Gain all the knowledge we can fromt he vastness of a potential infinite universe. Another form, another life to be explored. Third density is a pain at times, but some lessons must be learned within the physical-...
What shall stain the page with metaphorical wisdom? Words fell short of intention, displaying only a faux interpretation of ultimate meaning. They drifted in and out, and he struggled to coerce their conformity to a given system. We struggle so much to connect, to share our being, that we would do anything for that feeling of true understanding and acceptance by another. Yet- why were his...
June 2012
2 posts
It all had to begin somewhere; some moment of time and space which arose in perfection- and dissolved into the now. It was a beginning he couldn’t quite remember, couldn’t grasp onto- it simply sifted through his fingers, sand floating away with the wind.
That’s not to say he didn’t try. He had spent hours pouring over his notes, these scattered metaphors which had...
A deep breath.
Another start. Renewed by the moment. A return. So many ways to describe it. An attempt to exist wholly in a fractal and fractured universe. Ah how I long to be free, yet there still exists something to be accomplished. Kinda funny seeing how all of time is an illusion, as well as space. And the fact that in an infinite universe, well- all’s been said and done.
So what now?
...
May 2012
2 posts
Death looms over you, his form hazy shifting and changing. Silently waiting to tear you away from life, destroy all that you have loved. His form is imposing, that deep black fog which strikes pure terror in the hearts of the uninitiated. Our minds cannot comprehend his darkness, and so we view it as grotesque. He looms and peers, always watching- waiting for the final dance to the song of our...
I exist as a shell, waiting to be filled by your connentations. What composes the shell? Pure energy wanting to be free awareness, longing to be liberated at the apex of its meaning. Beyond the veil of the illusion of man, to exist as something truly incomprehensible to our limited minds. I exist, what else can be said without my interpretations? Yet somehow it is ingrained to long for more, for a...
April 2012
3 posts
Another mask
In truth, upon my viewing- you shall perceive nothing but an illusion. Unless you manage the acute attention of true perception, your brain shall view its habitualized mode of viewing who “I” am. Coupled with the inability to currently express who “I” deem constitutes my being produces a hazy fog as to the nature of persona. Attempts are made to shape the fog, some...
Outpourings of Ink
Honestly, what does this form yearn for- what does it need? It is unknown to an extent, yet- yet it also knows that ultimately all yearnings, all the comforts are false. A being so vast and so lonely that it must interact within portions of self for solace. Lost and alone- tragedy or comedy, it all comes to the same core.
The tragedy in all, those portions of sufferings we face- they show a glory...
An attempt...
Too often do I ask myself, “Where do I go from here?” It is forgotten, who I am in comparison to who I believe myself to be. As the observer, the eyes that see behind this physical mask- behind the mental persona constructed, I should truly not be concerned with the minor folly aspects of this life. What exist shall, yet I can disrupt the typical patterning of mind which asserts itself...
March 2012
1 post
Give me one moment of your time, I swear I’ll blow your mind. We’ll put it back together- Make you feel sublime…
We can deconstruct your world A name for every piece Take apart the symbols All begins to cease
Light a flame of logic To guide us on the path Traverse through our perceptions They’re never meant to last
I want to give you a world. But even thats not...
January 2012
9 posts
A blank sheet. Untarnished for either creation or destruction. A fresh canvas to convey the imagery that is our lives. What is important enough to dictate? What metaphors significant enough to share? Words can only display so much of intent. Lost in the translations of feelings and thoughts are so many of the little nuisances which make up the mind.
We try and convey messages, our nature of...
The Law of Three: A logical enterprise on the...
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The Singularity that dissolves to the Duality.
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Experience as a whole transmutes into a perceived duality, constructed as a product of the ego. When wisdom develops to a certain extent, the duality returns to its true original state of singularity that simply is, undefinable in the true nature of being.
At the beginning the was pure simple awareness, an existence...
The ink well was almost dry, the inside crusted black. He dipped the needle in the shallow remains, one tiny drop clinging to the tip. It glistened bright in the low candle light, as he twirled the needle slowly in between his fingers. Then, pressed against taunt skin, it pierced through with a soft but sharp pain and a pinpoint of deep red blood. Each play of needle on skin brought a...
Reality is an illusion- life a game to be played, to be enjoyed while working for some sort of goal. A marked accomplishment as determined by the social acceptabilities given by our peers. Human beings have evolved to be social creatures- to rely on one another and appreciate their company. Why have I evolved on the false end of that spectrum? Why is it necessary for me to create my own, often...
First time experiencing the psychoactive affects...
At this point, marijuana use has become habitual due to its medicinal properties. It’s smoked just as often for pain as it is for the acute psychological changes which occur. This sacraments effects are vast, and is a valuable ally if you treat it with respect.
I was 19 at the time, living in the fine city of Columbus, Ohio. We had gone to a club, and a bottle of Southern Comfort lay dead...
It takes a while to piece everything together. To be able to find all the pieces of this never ending puzzle. An all consuming task, reality creation and destruction.
Knowledge is key. Your mission is to learn as much as possible, to gain and give perspective. To help others along their paths, to show them the potential which lays latent within them. They already know they have these powers, this...
This world is not as it appears to be. We have been limited in our perceptual abilities, both on an energetic and conscious level. This is due both to the human form, and the conditioning we have undergone all our lives All we have is an approximation of energetic forms. All our sense organs do is act as receptors fro particular energetic frequencies, fluctuating speeds of light. Our minds...
The muse is gone, departed- leaving behind only traces of her breath at his neck. A tingling across his skin where she traced her lips. His mind was slowly loosing that edge of euphoria- dying like the warmth of the fireplace at his back. He leaned back in his chair, the old wood creaking as he fished out a cigarette from a crumpling pack.
As the smoke filled his lungs he tried to concentrate on...
Older Introduction
All we are is the culmination of the universe becoming aware of itself. A machine designed by years of evolution to more efficiently figure this out. Our brain- a computer so we may process what we know.
Our gifts such as knowelege and youth are the tools we use to utilize this fact. It’s a sad and depressing fact because intricisticly it means that our life; this particular attachment that...
