4/18/19

Incubation


Image result for perpetual love

I awoke one day,
And on this day it spawned.
I wanted the world to be forever,
And it wasn't..

Life makes me what I am.
Despite my hates.
Despite my wants.

I fell asleep one day,
And on this day it perished.
I needed a world of love,
And it failed...

Hope makes me what I am,
With all my hates,
With all my needs.

I walk through the world today,
And find a people wanting.
Needing,
Sleep as part of death...

808

4/11/19

Police and the Lies we Hold to be Truth



We have lived in a world where we have had smoke pumped up our ass for so long that we accept it as normal.

Here is a tidbit of truth...

There is no objective Media. (money is the crux of their existence).

What will it take to have a person in AUTHORITY say that this shit is wrong?

There must be a moral cop somewhere?

I had a person come up to me and say that cops don't like corruption and they treat "bad" cops worse than criminals. If this were true then we (the public) should be hearing about this because our faith in law enforcement is going down the crapper. Why is this a secret and who the fuck is telling you that it should be.

Police State: police state is a country in which the government controls people's freedom by means of the police, especially secret police. The FBI and the CIA have haunted us since the post WW1 (FBI) and WW2 (CIA) years. These are secret police. If you study the history of regular police in the US then you have studied the ways and means of the elites (1%) and their facility to control.

Control is the key word and if we look at the elites who lost the Civil War we see a unique use of control. For a thorough look at the elites who won this war we only have to look at our faces in the mirror. The US became rich and the majority of its people failed and became poor.

In the Southern states the development of American policing followed a different path. The genesis of the modern police organization in the South is the "Slave Patrol." The first formal slave patrol was created in the Carolina colonies in 1704. Slave patrols had three primary functions: (1) to chase down, apprehend, and return to their owners, runaway slaves; (2) to provide a form of organized terror to deter slave revolts; and, (3) to maintain a form of discipline for slave-workers who were subject to summary justice, outside of the law, if they violated any plantation rules. Following the Civil War, these vigilante-style organizations evolved in modern Southern police departments primarily as a means of controlling freed slaves who were now laborers working in an agricultural caste system, and enforcing "Jim Crow" segregation laws, designed to deny freed slaves equal rights and access to the political system.

My point is that of all the multitude of people in authority in this fucked up country there must be a few strong and intelligent people who see what our "leaders" are doing to US.

I am not holding my breath...



3/14/19

Blinded by Science




      All present life must end in order to replenish future life.

     We are stardust; a twinkle gathered and redistributed at a point in time and space.

     We shine with both the fire of the sun and the reflective glow of the moon.

     Treat each other well for this is the best we can do.





1/19/19

Dreams of Being


A world caught upside down for no reason other than to placate lying thieves and soulless cretins. I am riddled with the myth of ages and yet my perceptions are clear as glass. How is the view from a cloudy bluff?

Perpetual and Infinite Limits




One day I woke to find,
I had left the past behind.
My body felt every collision,
of my presence...


and collusion

With here,
With now.

A silver ball, rolling here,
There-- I really didn't care where.
Just keep rolling--No speed limits,
Never stop... Don't ever stop.
Absorb the shock,
Friction, heat, air flow, cooling.
Sensual immersion.

White hot-- Brilliance,
Searing flesh and tissue.
Melting bone and nerves.

Colors invading, billions,
Sharply blending flat.
Clear and present I hear colors...

Red Herrings
Blue Mondays
Yellow Scares

Explosions of sound and light,
Colors unite.
I become all as none,
Gray to the billions.

Dichotomies, a matter of scope:


on off on white black white yes no yes go stop go
Win lose win laugh cry laugh I you I Love hate love
Happy sad Happy true false true good bad good girl boy girl


And sequence...

Where does it begin?
Where does it end?

What is it?

It is here,
It is now.

Open up the universe-- pop.
I am becoming cosmic before
my disappearing self.
from my diminishing view the
microcosmic lessens as the subatomic
worlds encompass infinity.

A universe within
and a universe without.

Omniversal dimensions beyond time,
Infinite layers sharing space.
up down in out left right forward backward,
Chaotic madness never to be defined.
Order some order controllers.

A silver ball in motion.
no top, no bottom,
all top, all bottom, inside and out

Understanding only through being, being, being, being, being, being, .....
What Cause?
Because...

It is you
it is me
it is life
it is death

it is all... (nothing more and nothing less)

World's collide
Provide
Stardust
Universal sustenance,
Time
Markers forgotten in a
Perpetually infinite NEW.

Old becomes relative and
Inconsequential to what is
True.
Being
Here
Now.
Absorb all experience
The past prevents the future-now ever to become.

Limits/boundaries/claims
Stifle
Creation didn't happen and
won't ever happen!
Creation is here and now
no points
no lines
no circles
no grids
no registers

Creation transcends Place and is impervious to time--
Laws, dogma and paradigms are irrelevant and without value or merit.

This is it,
That wasn't it.

It is here
It is not there.

What is it?
Why is it?
How is it?
When is it?
Where is it?

It is living live.
It can't be recorded,
nor predicted.

Memories are not it,
It will never be guessed, arrived at, or conjectured
about-- even educationally.

There, You have

it.

808 2010

Rapture

Dark comfort; an oozing splendor. Life forced out and I am left sobbing. Years turn to centuries and days are but minutes. Trauma explodes as I ponder a sugary coating upon shrubbery. Snow is misunderstood by desert creatures. Machines tear flesh into ribbons and a cripple emerges. Carefree and careless are synonyms for freedom. A wild child stutters, mumbles and is silenced for sins made by the fathers. Thus, creation is unmade and we are left to mourn our past, our present and especially our future.
That's the way the cookie crumbles...


Sweet Thing



Let's have a moment of silence for the biggest "shoulda, coulda, woulda" in the history of this "Great Experiment." It didn't work. The better angels of our nature were drowned in the bathtub and we are left with little to do but gawk and wonder at the sheer savagery and ruthlessness of greed running amok. It is a marvel to behold the seriousness of such petty minds in action.