Valentine’s Day thoughts.

When I think of Valentine’s Day, the same picture always comes to mind:

Ridiculous amounts of red, pink, and white.  Sickeningly cute couples with roses, teddy bears, love-notes and chocolates. Crepe paper streams, heart balloons, love. Hearts, hearts, hearts, and more hearts.

Sometimes I’m positive I could live without all this hullabaloo,  but then I see those people’s faces. Sure, they may not be in love, but for one day out of the whole year, they can be, and no one will question otherwise.

Maybe Valentine’s Day and I don’t get along swimmingly every year, but that doesn’t matter, there is time and hopefully plenty more of them I will have to endure.

Maybe this is an Apology?

I’m not so sure

What to do.

What I’ve done

is plain and simple.

(save me from apologizing?)

It’s not my favorite

thing to do.

I’m not even sure

what words to give you.

(just know I feel bad, okay?)

Okay, okay, okay.

I’ll say it.

I’m sorry, I apologize.

Maybe that wasn’t exactly so hard to say.

(It’s your turn, right?)

Object Poem.

Laundry. I wash Clothes and they’re so dirty Fermented in a faint scent reminiscent of dank basements.   I haven’t done this in a while as my nostrils inform me Of this heaping pile Like bodies.     Now, like a giant Monster really ready to eat my whole day in one fickle bite;    Oh, there you are You have the next 5,000 loads Good day to you who just walked in the door.

 

Upon the Fakeness of Humans

Look around where there are people.

Tell me what you see.

I know you see them, moving, talking, laughing, crying, smiling…..

acting.

The whole world’s a stage. No one is real.

Reality is not even real.

We come here, naked and oblivious. Scared of only loud noises and falling.  We learn to fear everything. We learn to fear so much that we are basically confined by our minds to a radius with less space than a prison cell. But look around you…every action is a learned behavior timed out due to what we, as humans, believe is sociably acceptable. 97% of ‘individuals’ don’t do anything for themselves. They take carbon copies copied from carbon copies and base their lives around those beliefs. Life is not a race. We are born completely equal, as humans, no more, no less. Life is not a fashion show. Think about that next time you leave your comfort zone to impress another human being.

And they believe they are the movers and shakers.

What a lie.

Just remember the next time you ’start’ something that every last thing you have ever done has been done billions of times over. It’s what you gain from the experience that makes you unique, not what you’ve done or what has been done to you.

Instead of thinking on terms of you, think on terms of us. We are all one.

Something interesting my friend Brad Hurley wrote.

Ignorance is Bliss.

A lot of people today are under a hypnotic trance of what reality is.
You are all simply being entertained and spoiled, ignorant to what is truly going on around you.
Turn your idiot box on and you see MTV reality shows watching others live their lives in drama,
news telling us about war on terrorism, divided churches telling us how things should be,
when the soil that their seed was planted into was completely corrupt..
while you engulf yourself in this mindset simply sitting in the comforts of your own home.
It really is sad to see, how dumbed down and passive people are these days.

If I haven’t offended you yet, then allow me to keep going..
because the behavior that I’ve witnessed from humans is as disrespectful as spitting in God’s face.

“God is Love.”
-1 John 4:8

Now with that said, if God is Love..
then what is the metaphoric way of looking at the opposite of love?
Hate.
Satan is Hate.
that is if you have a perspective of everything divided.
Beautiful thing about freewill. You are able to believe, do, achieve, etc..
anything you wish. I’ve talked about this before, how we use less than
10% of our brains and yet we believe we have some right to say what reality truly is.
It’s pathetic and selfish, and the outcome is slavery, pollution, wars, greed, division among
many other things.
Ever think that God is the grand pattern of the universe?

 ”And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”
-John 8:32 (King James Version)

Fact of the matter is, most of you believe everything on what you hear from out of conversation
or from what your television is telling you..
3% of the World reads books.. the rest is a game of he said she said.
We need to return back to one.
 
We live in a society today where everything is divided.
Rich, Poor, Race, Republican, Democrat, Stereotypes, etc…

We are all connected.
What is so funny is that both Scientist and God are telling us this.
For example:
If you were to take all plant life away, we would die.
Take away all humans, plants would not survive since
we need oxygen and they need carbon dioxide.
Take away the water, everything dies.
We all need each other in order to live.
We are all pieces to the grand total of life,
with that said we are all connected.
We were not born Republicans, we were not born as a “hippie” or a “prep.”
We were all born naked, needing only food and water to live..
all of the other stuff is just a mask.
People today are living in a fantasy that their “leaders” have
provided for them.

These leaders, the same people that put their hand on their heart
saying “Under God,” are the same people sending people to war to kill,
the same people that control the media, same people that control what the
schools are teaching, same people who were behind 9/11, Pearl Harbor and several others.
Same people that put RFID chips into all new American Passports and with consent of
the parents into children, which tracks your every move around the world..
and if you step out of line then they shut your chip off, which in the future all things
will be based around this chip.
Same people that sends out loans created from thin air, which is automatic debt from
the Federal Bank, oh and did I mention, also attached with interest??
They also send out Agents to every country that elects a new leader, and tries to get them
to accept loans from them.. now.. think about it.. if all money is automatically debt, what
is that going to do to them if they accept? Put them into debt. What happens if they do not
accept these loans? They are assassinated. Ever wonder why Americans are on top of the pyramid?

For example:

Jacobo Arbenz Guzman
President of Guatemala from 1951-1954
Assassinated

Jaime Roldos Aguilera
President of Ecuador from 1979-1981
Died in a plane crash.
The plane crashed in Ecuador, yet when this happened
the only people allowed on the site was US Military. Two of
the main witnesses were killed in car crashes before they could
testify.

Omar Torrijos
Leader of Panama from 1968- 1981
Died in a plane crash.
“I’m probably next, but it’s okay because I have done what I’ve came
here to do.I’ve renagotiated the canal.The canal will now be in our hands.”
Two months after negotiating the treaty with Jimmy Carter, his plane went down.
Right before he boarded the plan a security guard handed him a video camera
with a bomb inside.

Sudam Hussein
Leader of Iraq
..don’t even get me started.

The list goes on and on.

There is a difference between opinions and facts.
These are things that have already happened and there is full fledged proof..
in fact the more that I’ve read up on these subjects the more I feel disgusted in
myself for ever being fooled into something that was happening right in front of my face.

“There are two ways to conquer and enslave a nation. One is by the sword. The other is by debt.”
-John Adams

“The world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes.”
-Benjamin Dislaeli

“The real truth of the matter is that a financial element in the large centers has owned the government since the days of Andrew Jackson.”
-Franklin D Roosevelt

“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous than standing armies… if the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of currency…the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of their property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.”
-Thomas Jefferson

“If you want to remain slaves of the bankers and pay for the costs of your own slavery, let them continue to create money and control the nation’s credit.”
-Sir Josiah Stamp(1880-1941)

“I am a most unhappy man. I have unqittingly ruined my country. A great industrial nation is now controlled by its system of credit. We are no longer a government by free opinion, no longer a government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men.”
-Woodrow Wilson(1919)

“Give me control of a nation’s money supply, and I care not who makes its laws.”
-Mayer Amschel Rothschild
(Founder of Rothschild Banking Dynasty)

“The large banking interests were deeply interested in the world war because of the wide opportunities for large profits.”
-William Jennings Bryan

“An evil exists that threatens every man, woman and child of this great nation. We must take steps to ensure our domestic security and protect our homeland.”
-George W Bush
-Adolf Hitler

“What we are trying in all these discussions and talks here, is to see if we cannot radically bring about a transformation of the mind. *Not accept things as they are* – but to understand it, to go into it, examine it, give your heart and your mind with every thing that you have to find out. A way of living differently. But that depends on you and not somebody else. Because in this there is no teacher, no pupil. There’s no leader, there is no guru, there’s no master, no savior. You yourself are the teacher, and the pupil, you’re the master, you’re the guru, you are the leader, you are everything! And, to understand is to transform what is.”
-Jiddu Krishnamurti

“War, poverty, corruption, hunger, misery, human suffering will not change in a monetary system. That is, there will be very little significant change. It’s going to take the redesign of our culture and values.”
-Jacque Fresco

“We were saying how very important it is to bring about, in the human mind, the radical revolution. The crisis is a crisis in consciousness, the crisis that cannot anymore accept the old norms, the old patterns, the ancient traditions and considering what the world is now, with all the misery, conflict, destructive brutality, aggression and so on. Man is still as he was, is still brutal, violent, aggressive, acquisitive, competitive and… he has built a society along these lines.”
-Jiddu Krishnamurti

“Of course we’re after Saddam Hussein, err, uh, I mean bin Laden, he’s he’s he’s…”
-George W. Bush [live, 2004 vote]

“Jordan Maxwell: The more you educate yourself the more you understand where things come from the more obvious things become and you begin to see lies everywhere. You have to know the truth and seek the truth and the truth will set you free.”
-Jordan Maxwell

“They must find it difficult… Those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.”
-G. Massey, Egyptologist

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality.”
- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 1929-1968

“We shall have world government whether or not we like it. The only question is whether world government will be achieved by conquest or consent.”
-Paul Warburg, Council on Foreign Relations / Architect of The Federal Reserve System.

“But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march toward a world government, the supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries.”
-David Rockefeller, Council of Foreign Relations

“Life’s like a ride in an amusement park. We go on it and think it’s real ’cause that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…” And we kill those people. “Shut him up. I’ve got a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? We let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because, it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love.”
-Bill Hicks

In terms of falsehood: A storytellers true lies.

Think

Converse

Spit

Tick, tock

It’s written all over the face

of the clock.

I’m not a center to a soul

when they spin away.

And I want to go home;

Where the green grass is so high

I can’t see over it to think twice.

  

It’s raining so hard

it feels like snow

and I found a four-leaf clover

and I just want to go home.

 

I hear music

that was never meant for me

and I am spinning

up, up

and away.

 

Just turn ahead

on the right

Spit me out;

clean from sight.

 

I don’t feel this

And I don’t want to.

But I just want to be a center

so this doesn’t spin away.

 

I find myself lacking in self-expressive

words, terms, and phrases.

I can only say that I have a dentist’s appointment,

no cavities.

But there is rain on the street-

and now I’m in the back seat,

just wishing to spin away.

I only want words to give

So maybe I wouldn’t have to wish;

or even think aloud.

And all I want is for someone

to spit me out.

Because I’ll be caught by the winds

and carried to the place that is my home.

 

I’ll be a center of my own,

Right in the middle of my soul’s main street.

 

But I feel sick to my stomach,

and it’s burning,

yearning for those words worm that is

eating my core to come unhidden

from their homes inside the catacombs.

 

I am the Red flag raised in the red morning light-

the one I don’t see with my tight-shut eyes.

And no,

I’d much rather not hear that dusty baby-grand

playing down the hall.

It’s all the things I do not feel

timed out on each key from which heavy fingers fall.

This is no time to be jumpy,

but what to expect when it’s just so cold?

 

Maybe this is just my way of saying goodbye,

but honestly, I doubt it-

I don’t see anything at all.

And never once could I do this to my face.

It’s all the things that were wanted

but that was maybe a key-chained alibi

with false intentions written on a stark page;

to maybe pull this zipper down.

Oh well.

 

Now I’ve got my taper jeans on

and a four-leaf clover on my tongue,

I’m done tripping in Dixie,

I’ve had more than enough.

 

Come find  me when,

and if,

your blue-sky lies turn pearly black.

And if you see the winds carry me by,

make sure to catch me-

so, even if you don’t try

just know that fate always gives second chances.

 

Or maybe that’s just my way of saying goodnight,

never goodbye.

 

Honestly though,

Maybe I don’t believe in love,

That maybe is just a lie for me.

Just call me a jaded passerby,

stuck in the grain

wishing her heart hadn’t died.

 

But hey, it’s only Sunday

give me three days more

maybe even four,

and I’ll tell you my life is changed.

So what is I’m a madhouse?

Just know I learned from the best.

And yes,

I wish I was a frog jumping on lily pads

And maybe then I’ll learn someday

that too much of a good thing

is maybe the most wonderful thing of all.

But whatever, I’m not pure anymore

And I’ll probably change my mind

on Wednesday, anyway.

 

Just don’t call me bitter,

I already know my body’s decaying.

Or maybe that’s just only what you were saying.

I’m going home.

That’s all there is to it.

So maybe it is goodbye.

Just promise to remember that we are both me,

and we always change our minds.

Responding to Mr. Dickens.

     “I never could have done what I have done without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one subject at a time.”

                                                                                -Charles Dickens

 

To each his own, I say. Charles Dickens was a superb artist in the way that he could seduce his mighty pen to have his free-flowing thoughts shimmy across the paper that was so lucky to have his words spilled out on its canvas. I, however take a different route entirely. One day I may endeavour outside and find a patch of grass or dirt and sit agonizing for hours on whether to use an or the. The next day I may be taking it easy (which is no easy task, when it’s me) not necessarily in a writing mood, and then, as if by pure chance, words are tumbling around in my mind and I can feel the writing frogs jumping inside my gut. Whatever I’m doing becomes completely mundane, and those words must come out. And they do, very much so.

   I guess what I’m trying to say is that however Charles Dickens did his magic, is not how I do mine.

Make raindrops
fall from the floor.
Make me see the moon
right from the corner of my living room.

Let me dance on the pictures you
painted with cellophane candy sticks.

Give me the
space to suffocate.
Shimmy closer
and crash into me so i can
breath.

Steal my soul with
the sweetest intensity you
can manage to muster.

Lay all your dreams
down at my feet.
And i can tread ever
so
softly
upon all of them.

Do you see me like i see you?
b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l
1. 2. 3 .4.
This is consistent in faking more.

Tell me a story, baby,
and weave webs of wonderful,
only
only…
for me.

Typical of the Inhibitions.

Why bother with the typicality’s of things

when the whole world inhabits itself

upon ridiculous notions

handed, or thrust rather,

to us of the human race?

 

Is there any sense of

the protocol of Pandora’s Box

being irrevocably unlocked?

Was there ever any to begin with?

 

These may be the questions

humanity as a complete piece

refuses to acknowledge.

Or to ask the hierarchy of the world.

Who said they were in charge

of seemingly soulless bodies

in the first sense?

 

Don’t ever be fazed by the anarchy

that the cesspool

of “geniuses” say they spit upon,

when in reality,

they generate all of it themselves.

Only to “destroy” what they have indeed created.

 

Don’t believe the heresy and nonsense

your paper towns print

“For your well being”

in black and white.

Those words stain your hands,

and in a syntax,

your soul.

 

Do you wish to be marked until your dying day?

Or do you wish for the enlightenment

of truth to rain down

on your extremely undetainable,

and if you will it so,

untouchable psyche?

 

The choice,

one that is quite obvious,

belongs to you,

and you alone.

Underlies.

Daunted hands claw for the drunken vessel

catching before the fall.

Heavily reaching for the brush

to turn me into a masterpiece of your own.

The shadows stifle the sounds

that would otherwise be

deafeningly profound.

Your hands fondle

the bittersweet symphony

of laughter raining endlessly

from my unsatisfied mouth.

I am new and unused,

all you see is your canvas

and from your hands I demand

unpretentious abuse.

As you condemn me with each touch

I feel from your fingertips,

you absolutely must sense my vulnerability

beneath your skin.

It is not there,

but is indeed just as much.

I beg you to crash down upon my world

and taste the weeping silence

I so eloquently let you make prey of.

An artist you remain so,

even through the work

you now see fit to do.

(it is irrevocable i suppose)

But throughout the night,

and into the day,

artist upon canvas echo into the steeping underlies.