passion meets the ground

the evening birdsong seems shrill
in the long stretched moments after the surge.

Passion welled and spilled over the lip
only to meet the dirt of the ground.

Unrequited and wet
puddles on the ground

shrill birdsong.
this evening.

i am eating chocolate biscuits and i will always be "around".

 http://cosmicsensorium.com/eclectic_inspirational_photography.php

i am a candle.
i am the catalyst.
i am eating chocolate biscuits and i will always be "around".

i believe what i dont know
what i do know i cant confirm

outside of the box is blue

thanxmusesub/dom

more thoughts in the morning...

use things
love people,
you are found.

use people
love things,
you are lost.

Adonai

http://cosmicsensorium.com/eclectic_inspirational_photography.php

 
Your efforts gather you to dance
 upon clattering cans
 and cigarette ends
 within the divine effluent.

Your desire calls you to throb
with the throng
of multitudinous flesh
and grinding infinite beat.

In pious irreverence
you will fuck
you will lick
you will writhe in sweet fluids

Revel
do not repent
assimilate to,
the cosmic illusion,
Adonai.

satisfaction

i look upon the stars and i see
the stars
i call to the divine and hear
the wind
Is it not enough

Note to self...

your immediately suspicious and thats ok. Dont stop being suspicious! thats what the message is here people. 
For a long time i have been researching the labyrinth of what is real and true on this planet. Lyrics from Muse songs drew me here. If you've been doing your homework you'd recognize the messages in the lyrics. Nothing weird or sinister just blatant "tell it like it really is" information.
If your with me so far lets carry on, if not then never mind just try not to hate and hold on tight, we might see you on the other side.

I'm going to type 2 words shortly and they are going to form a reaction in you. Study that reaction. Ask yourself, what is the motivation behind the reaction your about to have.
Ready?
Conspiracy theories.
I love them. You should too. It might help you in the times ahead. No one knows what will happen but i know whatever it is will be our chance to take back the sovereignty of humanity.
Be suspicious, not only of what your told in the media but of your own TRAINED responses. Get in touch with who you really are beyond what you own or owe. You may well mourn the end of this civilization as we know it but seriously look around. Is this fair? Ponder this materialistic culture. Are you not surrounded by toxins and stress? Are you not enslaved by debt? www.usdebtclock.org 

You owe it to yourself and this planet to research now.
start with this as an exercise; what is mkultra?
 http://www.mindspring.com/~txporter/sec3.htm
but dont just read one link. go right down the rabbits warren before you begin to form an opinion.
What about the lyrics? ..."The wavelength gently grows,
Coercive notions re-evolve,
A universe is trapped inside a tear,
It resonates the core,
Creates unnatural laws,
Replaces love and happiness with fear"

Here is some interesting shit!, wave lengths and resonance is what it all about right now. Frequencies can make you poo your pants! They effect our bodies on levels most of us dont understand. Unfortunately those that do understand have been using it against us.
http://www.mindcontroltechniques.info/haarp-mind-control/
http://educate-yourself.org/mc/mctotalcontrol12jul02.shtml

i wont pull apart all the lyrics now, you do that.
So, yes something big is going on. The guys in the band obviously got many of the same concerns i do and similar reading habits. So muse shares through the music i will share through the website.

Conspiracy theories. (hows that feel now?)
They are a great step off point for gathering alternative information. As an example, having come across a seemingly crazy theory concerning aliens and pyramids i decided rather than dismiss it based in my knowledge of ancient egypt at the time, (which was zilch), or i could get educated, (which i did), and then pass judgement. Much madness is referenced, http://www.searchenginecolossus.com/Academic.html

                                                                   
so you just follow the leads. After 2 years i concluded that gisa, the sphinx, the great pyramid are older than thought by over 10,000 years. Built in a time we can only begin to fathom now. There are many beautiful and exciting secrets awaiting discovery but we may not have time right now but to get you started, step off from here; http://www.gizapyramid.com/newtour1.htm
http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/flood-myths.html

Humanity lost a great deal in the deluge and there is a very real possibility that all is engineered to enslave us over thousands of years! Could we be silently ruled by greedy galactic entities? That you'll have to decide for yourself. All i can tell you is decide something before the decision is made for you.
 peeking behind the curtain has only shown me there is so much more we dont know that we really should. Its too late now. By all means stay up all night and study hard;
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/

all is speculation and to be honest i dont think you'll get past all the disinformation out there. Its there for that very reason. This link is an example of the uses of a "sock puppet".  http://www.brasschecktv.com/videos/government-corruption/the-us-governments-sock-puppet-waragainst-its-own-citizens.html
When your called on to believe something think to yourself, who's purpose does it serve?
If in coming times your asked to makes changes to yourself and your lifestyle think of who's purpose does it serve?
You may be asked to except all sorts of shocking things and you wont have time to research your misgivings. Your only defence is to serve your family, your home and your planet.
Science may just about be ready to prove it all, ( http://www.wisegeek.com/what-are-biophotons.htm ), but its too late. Its too late now to decide whether the hippies or the hopi's, were right. Its too late now to decide on which side to fight. Just know that there is no fight for us, if your with me. There is only defence. To fight is to buy into a continuance of the current paradigm. Heal yourself, heal your planet, love the dirt thats close to you. We are light, (dna emits photons), we are entering a galactic cloud of light. What does it mean? Does our planet move through a galactic "planet wash" cyclically? Does the cycle correspond to major earth disasters in pre history or times of evolutionary fast forwards? Its too late to know anything for sure.

dont panic!
shift priorities.
Be fluid.
This is a great adventure.

visit from a friend

brief reprieve from the grinding friction of this upstream path. A friend. An old dear friend. A friend who lifts me up and knows me. Empathy and punishment from knowledge. He is the biggest man i know. He towers above me. No other does, and so he is my brother in spirit.
There is an ongoing mutual exchange of information at many levels. Deep thoughts not spoken are easily guessed as are quiet discomforts.
We are both prickly men at times, inspired at others and in general difficult.

 Like two lions we stalk the world,
coming together to snarl over choice meat,
to tell stories of the hunt.

When i feel alone and far away i will call across the grass plains
where is my kind?
He will roar back to me across the still night.
I am not alone.

omnipotent paradox

thoughts in the morning..."The omnipotence paradox is a family of semantic paradoxes which address two issues: Is an omnipotent entity logically possible? and What do we mean by 'omnipotence'?. The paradox states that: if a being can perform any action, then it should be able to create a task which this being is unable to perform; hence, this being cannot perform all actions. Yet, on the other hand, if this being cannot create a task that it is unable to perform, then there exists something it cannot do."

 

a train in europe

it feels very nice to be sitting in a train not caring about the destination . Just me and a backpack cruising through the fields of a foreign land. The sun is setting, of course.
Often i'm uncomfortable with thoughts of careers and fiscal aspirations but from now i shall tell people i am a train rider. How many occupations could boast of passing life by rather than vice versa!
If this train were to rattle onwards through towns and time i would be quite content.
This moment may well be the pinnacle of all my worldly aspirations. Basking in the glorious continuity of train travel. That is no loss. The hands of fate hold me still. All actions are predetermined they say and yet it is hard to imagine it so. Perhaps to imagine fate is to imagine chaos. Is it possible to imagine chaos without linear sanity crumpling? Change seems a fundamental necessity. In fact if change ceased that would be the greatest change of all, do you think?
Whether this train arrives in Hamburg or Paris tonight is of no real concern. The only concern could be that it has a destination and will at some point arrive there in it's comforting linear manner as we all do in the end.

the curse

theres a boulder on my shoulder
for the curse has passed my lips.
Theres a chain around my ankle
now that i've spoken of my bliss.
Hanged for a fool
i said i loved her
stone me in my shackles now.
I've given leave to let her cool.
When she was kept precarious
she never was this cruel.

The night held charms from which he drew
from the night he drew
from his lips he blew
upon the exceptional possesion
he smashed the beauties cradle
and held it in his arms
and so took flight
within the night
beauty in his arms
Frowned and yawned the father
the mother cried and moaned
deaf ears were the reception
the crib was empty still and warm

times is your thief....
(under construction)

paradigm

I've spoken quietly to you
in ways you never hear

subtle silence
masks
subtle violence
designed

I've spoken quietly to you
in ways that draw you near.

take my ears

Parables play about me and
mouths induce the fear
whispers; death
death
bloody death.

Catch the fear
it all ends here
you've no career
no lover near
your fate is clear
whispers; death
bloody death.

today

more or less the gooey mess
spills over into day.
Barking orders to the lonely limbs
who jerk to swim
obeying whims
avoiding sins
in the messy glooey clay
of day to day
... (under construction)

a week day

Crazy annabelle goes walking down my street.

She has her hair pinned up.

Whole worlds collide behind her eyes.

she looks so tall.

she whispered

He winced as he rose from the throne of fools.
Long had he sat upon that throne,
the king of fools.

His heavy shoulders were mountains carved in oak
scarred so completely as to read like an ancient text.
His whole body a legend of war and strife.

The woman saw this and felt for the old fool.

He stood before her now, before them all.
The great king sighed then spoke.
"long have i ruled you my fools and far we have come.
Now though i fear the age of fools is near past
and all must seek a new path.
I am a monarch out of context.
Histories course lays dammed at the base of my stronghold.
it is for me to move aside."

The great king fell silent
a painful grimace lit the lines of his face
faithful retainers ran to support him
but the king waved them away roaring,
"this king leans on no man!".

She thought not, but moved to him.
"lean on me" she whispered
"for i am no man and you are no fool".

romantic thoughts #2

Together we will walk along the beach for the first time in a world suddenly devoid of all others. Nervously our minds race for conversation as though the air between us requires the frequency of voices as it requires and draws into it the waters of the sea in tiny jewels of precipitation.

Our destination will be lost like an individual leaf in a pile as moments of past, present and future stack upon each other in comfortable meaninglessness. All that remains is the slow pulling need to release our very essence into the air between us and mingle with one another, forming clouds of who we are to drift away and rain down on the sea from where we came.

romantic thoughts #1

whisked away to an arabian oasis where we shall sip from small glasses of good coffee whilst reclining on piles of priceless rugs and scattered red and gold cushions. In the cool of the evening we will count the shooting stars. At dawn we ride to war side by side on tall white horses. Under a relentless sun together we fight the good fight. Swords flash and heroes have thier day. Afterwards, amidst the cheers of victory our army will bear you upon thier shoulders proclaiming you queen of all you survey and i shall wait patiently, ever the humble warrior, for the return of my queen.

maybe i like bling

These are the days we waited for though now they are here we are looking to the new days. There can be no new day that we can touch. Our own observation ages the new to the present. Change doesn't seem an external event that has been racing towards us from the future to meet us in the now but. Change may be the thoughts we send ahead of us and lay down a path according to the geography and perhaps the timbre of the emotions of their origin. Dragged into a future of our own making or pushing forward with thoughts ahead of us like the bow of a ship parting water.

dear god

Dearest god/gods/all great and powerful thing/s etc,
I was under the assumption we had an agreement that at this point in time its all about staying the course so to speak. This arrangement i found agreeable. You and i have very little to do with each other these days and i must say i felt it my just reward to live thus, beyond turmoil, after much time in the aforementioned.
Seemingly though you feel its time to prod at my peripherals and i must say its very uncomfortable. In spite of my christian psyche and all that lead me to hypothesize a nurturing entity, more likely it becomes with the passage of time that, and i say this with the deepest respect, you are a meddling and mischievous force. Its this Epiphany that serves as proof for me that you do indeed use the internet and will get this message. Having said this i can only hope that you will empathize with my position as i do yours.
My limited comprehension gives me the belief that our previous transactions are of certain general themes. In this instance i would humbly suggest that any magic upheavals to my own life would be undesirable to all. This though does not mean i would not be available as a momentary conduit, eg/, helping an old woman to catch her bus because if she missed it she was to be run down at zebra crossing which in turn would of held up traffic long enough for a crazed assassin to catch his prey and kerry anne kennally would die thus depriving hundreds of people their morning viewing pleasure which in turn causes a slump in the national happiness bringing the GDP to a standstill and i think you get my point. I would be quite open to something like that.
May this note find you in good health and cheer and may it provide some small insights as to the wants of a lesser being.

thoughts in the morning

This wind blows with such fierce determination
It belittles my own objectives today
And commands me to witness,
from here,
my bed.

This very air that forces itself through my narrow valley
may well have roared past you
on your distant coast.
Lashing the tin of your town and
boiling the surf through the moonless night.
dogs hiding
street lamps swaying.

 it brings me these thoughts
as it ebbs to into a passing reprieve.
The old pine in my garden adopts an optimistic posture
yet Damocles sword still hangs above it
Just as it must for us all.

I can picture you,
drawn to some lonely sea cliff,
alone with this fierce wind as it rips back layers of your thoughts
determined for you to have a mind cleared of all
but the majesty of the moment


I’d stand there with you
as your hair whipped
small reminders to watch,
Witness the foam killing itself against the cliff face
over and over again
The sea birds fighting and screaming for shelter
along precarious ledges.
The ocean itself has brought a war against the rock,
the wind is allied and feverish in its partnership.
There stands you.
All of this is just for you.
Every element acting in unison conspired to create this intensely
beautiful, wild moment
just to be witnessed by you.

This air breathes past my window now.
the very air
That whipped your hair

have you ever

Have you ever been walking down the street and realised that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk..

creating silence in a forum

My feeling is that confusion reigns supreme in the debate of our origins. In archeology we see the more we find the less we know. Hominids walking with dinosaurs, the bronze age stretching back to previously un-thought of depths in time. They say there is a seed of truth in every myth and i think its also true that there is a seed at the core of this need to search for our origins. It is the search for our meaning lead by a desire to find ultimate purpose.
Perhaps it does us all good to set our minds against these impossible puzzles, perhaps in doing so we create an empathy with whats gone before us and with that a greater sense of where we are going.
My own thoughts, researches and intuition regarding spirituality so far have lead to just this, it's through us that the universe experiences itself. Everything else is just a metaphor or a lense if you like and they are all valid in their way. I will say that every god ever worshiped has one thing in common and that is us. It was us that named them, and us that described them and it was us that either maintained the gods or let them slip from their thrones. Some of our greatest scientific minds tells us maybe there's 26 or so dimensions/universes, all naming and describing their own gods and in doing so blessing themselves with their own meaning and purpose.

 forgive this next analogy; if the universe was playdough we could hold and mold there would be only that amount of playdough, no more and no less yet with that finite amount of matter we can create infinite "things". I am convince i will never know if there is an entity playing with the playdough in this universe or if this universe is the entity.
One could argue that as we have our bodies which is made of the same stuff that the rest of the play dough universe is made perhaps we effect our play dough by our actions in life. when the matter/energy/playdough moves on in death perhaps it carries with it the memory of us much like playdough retains the heat of the hands using it and the discolourations  after the creating is over.
i hope you managed to follow me down that rabbits warren.
keep up the good work.

you. no one in particular.

in many ways perhaps i wish to draw you into my skin and thus you'll feel my torments and have perfect empathy. Truly i crave perfect empathy and so i cast seeds into the wind knowing not where they come to rest but ever hopeful. Sad it may seem and yet i dont think i am dissimilar to many. Hunkered in to narrow shelters, weathering the storms in life. Just like storms these events seemingly are random and the cause unfathomable to any but the gods. The gurus may speculate and pontificate upon golden dias but truly who knows whose to blame? Not me.
i would very much like to be judged mildly and yet i would confess that i'm a harsh judge myself. Within me is my father and his before etc and so ultimately to those facing any personal problems i find myself expecting others to pull their socks up. my own socks are down.