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Something I read brought these emotions to the fore. Darkness, I hold your hand in the east, a sputtering candle in the west, north and south unknown.

Reposed in terror
Calmly waiting
Thinking of  small ones
I put coffin
To the lid
While Black flowers sickly smell
infuses all that fell
As watchers see in woods and fen
This does truly ends to start anew


I won't be seeing you in all the old familiar places. Whatever rises from the ashes. Ill fortune be the same old lashes, best they not appear. For if they tell the speak of old, the game is rigged. Our evolution does not include those of these. Or it is not worth living. For what's the point of repeat this hell that they can spell.

What Can Happen Or Not

WAR................Fools of fools can not see. It is just vision ordinary to them.They don't look far beyond their girth. Not to mention the psychopaths, who are practically orgasmic, this is carnaval to them. They being the quintessential essence of meaningless evil all bling blinged. They blind you. This absurd dance is going down on the floor, and you better know the beat. Pray that that be true. Maybe many will die, but there will be those in history who tell great stories, of the death of the fools of fools.

Down below I said the first war is with ourselves.  It's a mighty battle. I have laid down some nasty words of late, and feasted on that bitter vile. You can feel the pulse of the insanity. A frightening thing if one has never felt it, and it's beating staccato,  it can suck you in, with sweet words of rage, justifiable of course, slam it. Then recoil at what just happened, knowing the junkies curse, in redemption sought you fight for the light, and creator of all things. In balance grasshopper, tough sleds ahead.


From Clif High-Urban Survival
World War 3 is here. This war has already begun, at least the propaganda part intended to drive the emotions of the populace to support the ‘terrible choice’ that our ‘leaders’ will say they are forced to make to ‘safe guard our homeland’.
One of the ways that They plan on levering the planet into war begins with an Israeli attack on Iran. Within our work here at Halfpasthuman, we had thought that the attack by the zionist war machine on Iran would be a mistake. That opinion has now changed. The Israeli attack will be a planned ‘sacrifice’ of the ‘nation of israel’ in order to draw the larger nations into a global thermonuclear war. Of course, the Israeli’s don’t recognize that they are to be the sacrifice to Molock, Baphotep, and the other masonic (vatican/reptilian) gods of war.
World War 3 is here, and will most likely begin, according to one interpretation of the emotional tension sums that we have in our data, on November 8th, very early in the pre-dawn. That is when israel, the sacrifice, will be ‘led’ by its zionist ‘leaders’ to launch an attack on Iran. Within minutes of the launch, everything (for the israeli residents and silent backers of the zionist killing machines) will go wrong. The retaliation will be both swift and unexpected, though of course, the zionist ‘leaders’ of the sacrificial sheep of israel will be knowledgeable enough to not be in israel when they launch the attack.
As dawn on November 8th moves around the planet, so will the progression of the Global Thermonuclear War. Within minutes of the launch of the attack, death will rain on israel from a number of sides. As their killing machine streaks toward Iran, the zionist minions will already be fleeing as they know that retaliation will be swift. It is all part of the plan.
As the people in israel are dying of flames and gas and explosions, the propagandists here in the USofA will be parroting the ‘official line’, as promulgated by Wolf and Other Blitzers, that the ‘poor oppressed jews are being slaughtered by the hundreds of thousands and WE need to act now! The propaganda machine of the TPTB will of course have built up the hate and suspicion language around Iran for months prior to the actual attack. They will have used subliminal messages, repetitious themes endlessly repeated, and carefully crafted word imagery to get YOU ready to respond to their cry to ‘help save poor israel’.
The mental pathways prepared by the press minions of ThePowersThatBe will be most intense here in the USofA as we are the pin that holds the whole war machine together. As the mind controlled residents of the USofA rise to go work for their hidden slave masters on November 8th, they will be greeted with images of a world gone mad. That is until they turn on the sound, and tune into the messages of ThePowersThatBe pouring out from the prisoner press on mainstream media. Wolf and the Other Blitzers will weep on the screen accompanied by images of the horror of the poor israeli innocents unjustly killed by the evil-doers for no good reason at all. The propagandists will wail and cry, and bring your favorite celebrities to also wail and cry “poor israel, oh poor israel, done so low for merely launching a nuclear attack against Iran”….and other ‘woe to us poor zionists” language that is exactly calculated to support the rallying stance from the ‘leaders’ of the USofA as they shout “rise up christians, and go to battle to avenge the poor sacrificed israel”. Then they will cite individual lives within the millions of dead and soon to die merely for launching a nuclear attack against Iran, and cry ‘foul evil doers must be stopped’. Wolf and the Other Blitzers will confer with earnest and thoughtful criminals from congress, pedophiles from the vatican, cabalists from the CFR (council on foreign relations) and other parts of the control structure, who will all play their scripted part in releasing the triggers for prepared pathways in your mind.
The flaming eyes intensity of the Other Blitzers at the official channel of the opposition, Fox, will ratchet up several notches as the news readers begin to feel the blood engorging their pindars in anticipation of the beautiful horrors awaiting their lust for death and religious confrontation. Their shining eyes will seem to seek out viewers through the 1080 HD screens as they too shout the rallying cry of ‘rise up evangelical and fundamentalist christians! Rise up! Killing time is here! Be ready to die for our beloved israel!’
The reptilian ‘leaders’ of the americans, both visible and hidden, will also be tugging on their rigid penises, eyes and hearts flashing hot, and dense, as they too anticipate the sacrifice of israel and the coming orgy of blood. Their eyes blink rapidly, their jaws clench in rhythmic spasms as their tongues dart between quivering lips. They can already taste the coming ‘feeding’ upon humanity, and it smells good to their darting tongues even as it is brought so faintly on the future winds drifting into the now.
World War 3 is here. The aware observer sees the evidence as Wolf and the Other Blitzers carefully seed the linguistics of the propaganda channels here in the reptile owned anglo-american empire. They plant these seeds on orders of their masters such that we will all respond appropriately at the appointed time to act out our part in planned grand death ritual, World War 3.
World War 3 is here. The reptiles are even now planning the details of your death in their ritual sacrifice and feeding frenzy. Deny it, or accept it, your choice. A terrible choice, either way, with repercussions long lasting, and dread. A terrible choice, to acknowledge that omnihumanity is marching along to obediently yet-again to orders that will result in the deaths of billions in very short order, or to deny that such a possibility exists, to put to rest all the nagging worries that something is decidedly wrong, and to surrender to the mind-control, fully supporting the version of reality fostered on you by your ‘betters’.
A terrible choice, to own your position as one of very few aware and thus a member of the ‘insane conspiracy theory fringe’, or one of the masses, fully swallowing the lies and hoping that ‘this time is different’.
So, you are here now, watch Wolf and the Other Blitzers over the coming months noting their use of language and war symbols. Note who they speak with, and whom is ignored. See what subjects are brought up how often, and especially watch for what is not shown. Follow with conscious awareness as they attempt to lead your mind to death in their ritual wars. The aware observer will grasp the language changes over these coming months as they begin to introduce the plan to the unprotected minds of humans all around you. The new War Season starts May 6th….stay tuned.
As Wolf and the Other Blitzers’ slogans say, ‘watch, then decide’. It is, after all, their lies, and your terrible choice.

clif high

I'm Guru Turu TunotSomuch*

Grasshoppers listen up, junior grade in training guru's should be looked upon with a smile. They are enthusiastic and caring they just can't land there flying carpets yet. Ah

Heyoka h/t Dublin Mick

Aboriginal 

Native American Lakota Honoring Song

War, the battle for lightness of being is a purpose, and since I read Red Elk-Thanks Mick, and know who I am, that equates to peace, the price is dear, the first war is with ourselves. Forget about the second for it is outside of us, the first is all there is. We are free, can you dig it, humanity, we are free.







*Disclaimer-My wisdom such as it is could fit on the business end of a pin

Fuck the Right, Da Left, Da Middle While I Fiddle

We live in a land of fools
Really no more than that
Gorging on their handlers shit
Fatted nipples hard with lust
Grease covered lips
And K wide asses
Riven by the monsters thrusts

While we in wide eyed awe
Listen to Pete Seegers's saw
That is shit
This is shinola
Eh Hoser

This is two beings in
Concert
My only defense
Against monsters

Experiments

Mi Casa Collage Es Su Casa Viva Vida
Experimenting with photography from a cellphone.



I can almost get it, Monet
I see like this would make a
Smile, that one as I
Would laugh




Laugh Oalilljaa

Or practice, a Russian derivative of A French(? yo no se) word, in this case not in The pejorative, Dofenism,
A Russian way of seeing h/t Dmitri Orlov
Loosely translated
"I don't give a rats ass"
Laugh with your partners in crime
Lights on wax out
JesusMaryandJoseph
An 'nd Inanna Aton
'Ave a laugh


Artwork Done By My Friend Penelope

I am liable to write or do anything on this blog. Part of the intent is to show what others are doing and share some of my friends art and endeavors.

Da Boss Man Zeq

Zeq looks like an innocent little cat, well, don't be fooled. He hides in the canebrakes stalking his arch nemesis a cat known in these here parts as Bunny. The battles are fierce but the wounds are few, you'd think the world had ended, for the whine and pewl. Would you believe that reddish egg is all that is left of Mr. Negative Zeq all squishcombobulated.

Turbulence Spring Sky

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear."                                ---Mark Twain

I Love to take pictures in the negative, the results are almost mystical
Colors and shapes and sounds 
My world bound never
I play my guitar looking
For vibration resonance
the spectrum of all things.

There is an Avatar In Here You Have But To Look

Was way down in the black, and started laughing, all twisted up purchasing what they had to sell to make this world a living hell. They had me fooled, people can't really be that bad I thought. The rent was free to them not me, my mind was full of others space. Jesus that's a crazy  giving  away, obliterating the beautiful me.

High Desert

Two Moon

Beauty

Michael Jäger of Stixendorf, Austria, took the picture on June 6th using an 8-inch telescope. The comet's green atmosphere is larger than the planet Jupiter, while the long willowy ion tail stretches more than a million kilometers through space.















One wonders... Did the inhabitants of galaxy NGC 891 duck when Comet McNaught flew past the edge-on spiral on the morning of June 8th? Mike O'Connor and Tristan Dilapo took this picture of the cosmic close encounter from Colden, New York:
                                                            Coyote, taken by my friend Tim Breedon with a trip wire camera.



The Local bookstore in Bend, Orgeon, Between The Covers. Halloween, the wolfs call echos off the walls. 
Great store.

The State of Palestine

As a citizen of the United States of America I formally recognize Hama's right to govern as the duly and legally elected government of the state of Palestine. My voice is a legitimate voice of recognition under the constitution of the United States of America. I refuse to recognize any law that impinges on the rights of humanity as free men and woman in any country on earth. We are the population of the world born free and not subject to inhumane or unjust conditions forced upon us by repressive governments. I rescind Israels right to the colonization of a foreign land not their own. Any non compliance with this law will be heard in the Court of the World formed by us it's citizens employed with the gravitas necessary to promulgate a just and fair court for all redress against humanity.

It is imperative to our survival, that we recognize our collective humanity and our connection to all things. We must first look within for that is where it begins, it takes heart to do this, the darkness is intimidating but it must be done, and when done, frees us, our self hate now powerless to manifest in the world. we begin, powerful in our freedom from false selves, and knowledge of our true purpose.

To stand for truth in acknowledgment of free humanity with compassion  is worth all.

Citizen's of the world

I Have To Laugh

More Bad Poetry

Rubber bands and duck tape
Are all I need
To hold
My life
Together
It worked on my Harley
It worked on my chevy chort bed
Maybe some bailing wire would be nice where steel is needed
For my body falls apart sometimes in various parts strung across the floor
Nails would work, screws too but that would hurt and I don't like pain
It rains now, three days and all the wire is rusting
I'll fall apart again if it doesn't stop
But not to worry there is another bail, another roll another band
In this universe

No Pity, Real Words Black As Night Blazing, Ravings Of Mad Men.

I am no one, never lived, never loved, never felt, never laughed, never cried, never saw, never heard, never touched, never felt, never smelled, never tasted
Nothing, void.
forever

Declaration of War

To Those Who Stand However Afraid But Stand Nonetheless, That Is True Courage.
My days on this planet are numbered and few
And I won't take a bullet
For the likes of you
The war that I fight
with all of my might
Is for the brave who speak
For the strong who stand
For those I'll gladly
Lend a hand
Where ever you are
Who ever you are
My brother
My sister
I'll  take the blow
And fall
But rise  again

Follow no man
They lie with vengeance 
The beauty of our earth
Is who we defend
The flight of a bird
The trail of a deer
The smell of gardenias

Black hearts pay it no mind
They shit in the nest
No thought
Without a care
Beauty murdered
Poisons our minds
'til we go quite mad
With that left behind

At the sight of such transgress
Never be silent
Nor acquiesce
Put bullet to brain
Splinter my legs
My spirit not beg
At mercy declined
And you lose
The Yin for the Yang

Motherfuckers.

What She Said


 

A message from Cynthia McKinney: People of the U.S. and the world must end Israeli impunity now!

Monday, May 31

Cynthia McKinney, former US congresswoman, the first African American woman to represent Georgia. She had been on a couple of boats attempting to break the siege of Gaza. In one case the Israeli army fired at the boat. In another she and others on the boat were held in an Israeli detention center. The US gov't did nothing to protest this treatment of a former US congresswoman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynthia_McKinneyCynthia McKinney Mourns the Dead of the Freedom Flotilla to Gaza:

People of the U.S. and the world must end Israeli impunity now!
I am outraged at Israel's latest criminal act. I mourn with my fellow Free Gaza travelers, the lives that have been lost by Israel's needless, senseless act against unarmed humanitarian activists. But I'm even more outraged that once again, Israel's actions have been aided and abetted by a U.S. political class that has become corrupted beyond belief due to its reliance on Zionist campaign finance and penetration by Zionist zealots for whom no U.S. weapons system is too much for the Israeli war machine, and the silence of the world's onlookers whose hearts have grown cold with indifference.

I recently visited the offices of IHH, the Turkish humanitarian organization that sponsored one of the Freedom Flotilla boats, and that was targeted by the Israelis for its murderous rampage. Reports are still coming in as to the full extent of the senseless Israeli violence. Of course, I expect Israel's apologists in the press and in the United States government to shift into high gear to support Israel's lying machine. Take note of their names. The 12,000 internet squatters/written word grenade throwers, hired by the Israeli Foreign Ministry to defend Israel and attack peace activists online, are already busy spreading their orchestrated disinformation in cyberspace. Be very careful what you read and believe from special interest press and the internet. You could be reading one of Israel's hired hacks. As a news diversion from what Israel has just done, I suspect that we can also expect to see a lot of historical footage of war's atrocities on television: today is Memorial Day in the United States, a day long ago set aside to remember the sacrifices of U.S. war dead.

I encouraged and supported U.S.S. Liberty veteran Joe Meadors's participation in the Freedom Flotilla. Unfortunately, the fate of the U.S.S. Liberty innocents on the high seas, while in international waters, has now been visited upon the participants in the Freedom Flotilla, in large measure because of the Congressional- and Presidential-level cover-up of the 1967 Israeli attack on that U.S. surveillance ship. Combined with the failure of just about every other effort to hold Israel accountable for its crimes against humanity, war crimes, genocide, and crimes against the peace. Belgium and Spain changed their domestic laws of universal jurisdiction after Israeli appeals to do so. The entire musical chairs gang of rotating Israeli leadership are war criminals. During my imprisonment in Israel for attempting to take crayons to the children of Gaza, I called Israel a failed state. If Israel is threatened by unarmed, humanitarian activists to the point of massacring them, then Israel is a failed state. Israel is a failed nuclear state.

Obama's most recent granting of an additional $205 million for Israeli "missile defense" is unconscionable, when in the same week, reports revealed for the first time, Israel's offer of nuclear weapons to apartheid South Africa. Just last week, a paper bearing the signature of former Israeli Prime Minister, Shimon Peres, was released by South Africa, revealing that in 1975, Israel could offer South Africa nuclear weapons "in three sizes." South Africa's then-Minister of Defense, P.W. Botha, was South Africa's signatory to the letter. This information would make the entire Obama Administration look sadly farcical as it points an accusing finger at Iran, except that U.S. obeisance to the Israeli bloodthirst is deadly serious. With deadly outcomes.

Earlier this month, Israel was granted admission to the Organization of Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), a direct affront to ongoing Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) efforts across the world. Once again, Israel has thumbed its nose at the global community--with bloody results--because it can.

I am proud to serve on the Bertrand Russell Tribunal on Palestine. Its next sitting will be in London, where we will examine corporate complicity in Israel's crimes against Palestine. The Tribunal will sit from November 5 - 7. Please put this on your calendar. We all must do what we can, where we are to end wars against the people at home and wars against human rights abroad.

Finally, a friend just sent a message to me saying that the Israelis had lost their minds. Sadly, based on the past, the Israelis could very well conclude that they can do anything--imprison me for trying to take love to the children of Gaza and kill humanitarian activists trying to do the same--because they know, in the end, they'll get away with it. Instead, I would suggest that we are the ones who have lost our minds, our souls, our spirits, and our human dignity if we allow the Israelis to get away with murder--again--and we do nothing.

I am calling on the people of the United States to change course now.

On this Memorial Day 2010, I am stunned and outraged beyond belief while mourning the dead of the Freedom

Distance

Have you ever contemplated the fact that the internet/ computer doesn't contain distance in its nomenclature. Downright metaphysical. yea? Time in one sense yes, in another, not so much, even more mysterious n'est ce pas. Is thought subliminal or superluminal. I say it is instant, all things are happening at once, and our reality is our reality viewed through our eyes. If my thought is correct then we should be able to change it. The crux of the matter is then, does one have the discipline it takes to do this. More later, I have to think about how to go about this. I'll just say this, I got hit on the head with an insight by the observation of others, I am one negative motherfucker. Guess what? that can be turned into something else, that is one thing. I am talking about an even greater ability but I am not sure how to articulate it. So out for a walk I go, a little obeisance to the green goddesss and my mind goes on a trip through possibilities and multiverses, life is grand when the smoke filled  mind is clicking....My discipline is not Calvinistic, he says, laughing, I allow all things to enter here, all possibilities are granted as fact in the infinite.



The best laid schemes o' mice an' men. Gang aft agley.....aint it the truth.

As Above So Below

How to start, I could not sleep last night. I watched an amazing video, it brought me to this, that I am about to write. What a procrastinator, I have done everything I can think of to avoid this process, visited other blogs watched the link for the title of this, for lack of a better word, post. It is really an awakening, I was told to write this, me? One who once believed and then became bitter in disbelief, I would call bullshit, truth is, I really was told to do this.  Drop your filters, and read this with child like wonder, suspend the inner censor.

  First, this is not about me, it is about us in our time of  being awake, finally seeing things as they were, are, and could be. This is so important that I don't really feel adequate, its opposite would  be the truer state. In this, the I is not here, it is without ego that these things are written. Another thing that is so very important, this is not about religion. Religion is proselytized dogma that hides our true nature as god's creation and our connection to him throughout time and space with no condition or contract. It has taken the truth and twisted it so it cannot be seen as truth.

Nothing I am writing is in any way an original thought, I am not smart enough to produce one. We are all parts of a greater whole, we swim in the truth,  consciousness,  so these ideas are shared by all, always there eternally..

The truth of what I say is right before you, and some will not see it, my hope would be that you at least consider it. We live in a very perilous time, and that is as good a place to start as any. We have had war after war, brutality beyond imagination going on for centuries. Starvation, genocide. Our societies are dysfunctional, you cannot have a just society with all the resources controlled at the top of the pyramid. Governments totally corrupt, in thrall to their corporate masters. People all over the world working for starvation wages without hope of anything but a life of toil. In my country the rule of law, and the delicate balance of power of  its disparate bodies, or the illusion of it, no longer exists. Our money has been stolen, by those who need more of everything they already have. Inflation? need more money? hey, no problema we have the plates and the printing press, let's print some more. At the same time there are no jobs, or ones whose pay amounts to working poverty. So you might say we have an economic pandemic, a direct result of the actions of those who really control the money, their desire should be obvious. They have been certifiably psychopathic with their economic Three Card Monty, and algorithmic mumbo jumbo. What amazes me is that a lot of this stuff is done in the open light of day and they skate. Think on that alone, it speaks volumes to true intent.

This is a real downer to read I am sure but stay with me, all this is necessary, it is like the set design of a play which sets the atmosphere and is integral to evoking a emotional response with the characters adding life to that emotion.

There is a underlying, but not so subtle clamping down of dissent. Police dressed like modern day gladiators, confronting people with weapons far beyond a any reasonable need, like actors who over act, their response is over the top, like a man dressed in lime green trousers, white bucks, orange herring bone sport coat, maroon tie, and a blue hat with a stingy brim. Only in their case, there is no humor, no spirit, no soul, They are representatives of evil couched in doublespeak, like crowd control, measured response, national security, safety, taser that old lady she's a threat, 90 pounds of mean machine, and yea, on and on to euphemisms like my favorite, collateral damage. What kind of society do we live in that permits such outrage, this just one of thousands. We have weapons you don't even realize exist, check out scalar technology. Biological, nuclear, armament beyond calculation by ordinary men. Psychological weapons, bad drugs foisted on us by a revolving door of former pharma industry execs acting as heads of the FDA, when one term is done another takes his place, H/T to Pete Peterson. The deliberate dumbing down of the population, so their ability to think and reason gets impaired. The relentless rhetoric that is used to instill fear, when people are afraid, they give away their power,  thus diminished.  We live under the threat of nuclear war with a country deeply misunderstood in the west, the real facts obscured, and mostly absent in what passes for Media, journalistic integrity being for the most part terminal, was there ever such a thing, or is it just another illusion, I'm leaning towards illusion. It all fits a pattern, a matrix that sucks you in and destroys your self-hood, your isness to mint a word. Destroys or corrupts your soul, your connection to others, as you begin to buy the lie and  choose living death, without knowing what the buy in costs are at any particular game of chance that you will always lose.

Thought is very powerful, it has great gravitas. When a thought is manifested it is eternal. We create our reality with our minds, and our thoughts define that reality. Say that you were in contact with a group of people who were adepts, magicians, psychics, astrologers, fortune tellers. It would go without saying that some of this group would be charlatans and prevaricators. It would also go without saying that there would be those who genuinely believed in what they were doing. Dispense with the bullshit artists and look at those who believe. The mere act of that belief makes it so in their consciousness, when someone consults them they become symbiotic partners in that interaction, creating their own reality. Just as valid as the one  which you perceive, that could be your own manifestation. There is in me an overarching belief that everything is happening at once, everything that could, will, or ever be is now. This is truth. And maybe, from our perspective, more important, the knowledge that everything is connected, in ways beyond the physical laws that validate it. We are connected to the infinite and the eternal source of our creation eternally. We have chosen to be here at this time, all of us, and we have a purpose. That eternal question, what are we and to what purpose. guess what?
There is one, and it involves us all, but first I have to take a detour of sorts.

 This time we find ourselves has a very real chance of ending very badly. There is a darkside, as above so below. The macro and the micro have a connection, the word order is meaningless.

What I am trying very hard not to say is we are about to destroy ourselves if we continue down this road chosen by men without souls, monsters in suits and their oh so sore assed minions. They will destroy our earth utterly.
It is very possible one will be left. This is a harsh realization but if you open your eyes it is self evident. We have people with no soul, no conscience, no moral compass, and the overriding belief in their right to decide what is good and what is bad. They have their hands on the most sophisticated weapons extant today. If you think they won't use them, think again. Do you realize that we did not have to drop the atomic bombs on Japan, they were sending out cables in some fashion seeking resolution, peace feelers. The decision was made, I am sure, with various agendas, one being a message to Russia for the obvious historical reasons, another as sinister, would have been that they wanted to see the effect on real targets, another might have been revenge. Probably a percentage were horrified by all this, but the forces of darkness prevailed as they have for lifetimes. So, yes these monsters are perfectly capable of anything. The dogs are awake.

I really do know that all this is hard to swallow, our belief systems are clogged with the detritus of a thousand mile river of half  truth, lies and bad juju. But it is the truth and there is a way to take a different road. That is our purpose. If we are to survive we must come to the realization that all is one literally. That we cannot kill anyone ever, deny care to any, feed those who are hungry, deny someones humanity for the color of their skin. It isn't about me, I am us. We must evolve our conscious state. What is done to one is done to all. Stand, and say,  no more, and stop your contribution to the madness, seek the light. Not to preach, this I say to myself as well, I am nothing.

We must hold in our hearts the knowledge of our connection with our creator, however you view that, and everything else in this dimension and the ones beyond. Doing this massively will manifest a different reality, one in which the dark  road above is no longer on the map, but for the ones who always seek it.. I don't know how to do this except to start here. Some are already on the road riding away from darkness. A lot of my friends are aware and awake. It is possible to start with a very small nucleus and change the macro and I believe we will.
We are extremely powerful and our connection with the Creator, again, read that word in whatever fashion you choose, it is still the one without and within, only enhances that power. We must realize this purpose in our personal and public lives. Don't keep this or it will be taken away.

 Adios, remember you don't  need anyone's approval to do this, no stinking badges, nothing to buy, nothing to sell. Those who get only a little taste will gain some level of awareness, then that awareness just starts an unstoppable reaction of ever increasing realization of truth, An automatic attractor, its power can't be quantified.

Rough draft.


Dinner


He sits in  splendor                                          
worthless ass kissed
At his front
A table with food for gods                                         
he can see all but sees not
But dark things, rotting
Without care of men or
The cesspool in which they cavort
Unseeing
Mistaken
He swims there
Too
and is in act
The fetid pool
Itself hisself
Who knew
Now you do
What then

Love



Starlit infinite magnificence
soft kisses rose brushed lips
Music smoked resonance
Thoughts so visceral, full of blood like life 

At a thousand miles per hour
As they were

Love never diminished
Only put to sleep where it appears in dream

Bearing gifts so bittersweet
as real as once it was
but taken
always and ever

At the rising of the sun
Give me night
Where love long past is present.

Critics Can Be Verkelmpt

What is a critic in the arts, a failed painter, writer, movie maker, singer of songs? Who can truly know, but I doubt it is primary, maybe some small part of the soup. Is it the provincial intellect with such a sour vindictive nature he can't but help spread his grand effluence, add another brick to the already extensive pile of bitter reproof. It would seem to be so sometimes. It would also be probable that the critic is truly infused with the love of that he criticizes, along with years of education, osmosis, and experience, his writing sits on solid ground, but, the proverbial but that negates all that precedes it, it is still just his opinion. Then maybe that he has cachet and people look to him for guidance as to what is and what is not, and follow the natural instinct of wanting to be liked, knowing what is read, worn and watched is a part of that gregarious social nature of man. That is a bit of power for one man, to arbitrarily do the roman gladiator thing, the up or down vote..rewrite this...

My question is, why does one have someone tell him what is/makes great art. How can that be, great art in any form was great before someones imprimatur made it so. In fact by the time it is observed it has gone on to a new location on the beach ball of reality, a social version of Heisenberg's Theory of Uncertainty. Art is great beauty, it smells like gardenias, it's shapes seduce us, it's colors caress our eyes, its' sounds, aural ecstasy, your body shivers, its words a universe of thought and fantasy with no physical boundary, no limitation of the possible.

Needs rewrite.

End War

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I was going to show a movie here but it was too horribly graphic to watch I wouldn't wound you that way, that should be your choice solamente, so this, as very dark comedy, must do, and it does do well.







We must stop doing this to ourselves..can you feel my tears coming out of your eyes.

I wish I knew



I am holding on to my sanity by a hand already strained with incredible force. Everything that is written here I believe, and don't believe so why would I waste my time with the duality of writing it, it would seem that one does not always benefit from ones own wisdom, and that would be a fool. Maybe it is that I have none, as someone said better thought none than some and be the fool...heads nod in complicit agreement. We are all one thing but my little corner seems slightly askew, I love that word, it is rare, as its meaning and sound seem the same. If you read this article you will get an idea of what can happen to someone. It is not necessarily that I am the spiritual nomad referred to, certainly quite the opposite of a saint, but you can be on this road without knowing where you are and there is no map. Truly lost is what you could say about the situation, traveling at the speed of light to the 7th level of Dante Allighieri's hell is a common theme. Hell must surround you and take you prisoner, no sane man, my polar opposite, would venture there of his own accord. And that is how I arrived. Maybe feeling insane is good therapy, chin up, chest out no worries here mate, just a visitor, temporarily indisposed, pay no attention to the man in the corner talking to himself. Everything is doing quite nicely at falling apart, I have never seen such efficiency, the yang of the yin seems to be a tight operation nothing out of place here.
Writing these words is even a mystery, with no idea what is coming. It is really quite a sensation as I desperately try to understand what it is I am supposed to do. What should I say, what words, what meme, what great idea, what philosophy, what god will free me. Rescue me. Nothing. It is all stitched in place, trapped like my brother rat in a cage of mystical complexity, stuck to myself, railing and howling for what I don't know, I just know it is, and right now my isness isn't all that.

Wanna Buy A TV


TV For Sale
There were all these men and woman with perfect hair, you know, the kind that looks like it should be on a Barbie and Ken doll. I got scared, they kept telling me I should be very afraid of everything and then they tried to sell me some toothpaste, then they told me to be afraid again and then they tried to sell me some potato chips, I guess that was what the toothpaste was for.

It's a flat screen beauty that just oozes fear..please come and take it off my hands
Best offer, free actually.

A Poem for the zeroes


See the old man on the park bench
With newspaper underwear
Against the cold
Who cares old man
Who cares
See the guy
Home from war
Staring blankly,
Red rimmed tortured eyes
Pigeons
At his feet
One shod with skin
The other steel
Who cares

One less soul

Ruh Roh


We battle the forces of the lizard brains, you see them every day. They tattoo their empty souls on the world. You
can feel their little probes tickling your amygdala until you can hardly see what really is. They entertain you with pretty colors and empty words blinding you to what you really are and what is possible. They crush your spirit, steal your soul, still the music that you are made of. Don't be afraid, don't fear, you are safe in the arms of the cosmic dreamer. He laughs at these little things knowing their aspect as just another road one could choose. We don't need a book or many books or a universe of printed words. We don't need anything to gain the secret
beauty, it is an inside job.

Frank 's Got The Right Idea

DUMB ALL OVER

Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'Cause we behave the same . . .
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religious fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the Bible
Tells the story
'N makes the details
Sound real gory
'Bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You can't run a race
Without no feet
'N pretty soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won't blow up
'N disappear
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years . . . )

You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state

TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get Down!)
Not his, not hers (but what the hey?)
The Good Book says:
"It's gotta be that way!"
But their book says:
"REVENGE THE CRUSADES . . .
With whips 'n chains
'N hand grenades . . . "

TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?
Have another and another
Our God says:
"There ain't no other!"
Our God says
"It's all okay!"
Our God says
"This is the way!"

It says in the book:
"Burn 'n destroy . . .
Repent, 'n redeem
'N revenge, 'n deploy
'N rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what's in the book
'N that makes 'em BAD
So verily we must choppeth them up
Or stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise

OUR GOD
("Cause he can really take care of business!")

And when his humble TV servant
With white hair
And a brown suit
And maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
Tells us it is okay to do this stuff
Then we're supposed to do it,
'Cause if we don't do it,
We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
(Depending on which book you're using at the time . . . Can't use theirs . . . . . . it's all lies . . . Gotta use mine . . . )
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night . . .
Every day . . .
Listen, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following God's Orders
After all, he wrote this book here
An' in the book it says:
"He made us all to be just like Him," so . . .
If we're dumb . . .
Then God is dumb . . .
(An' maybe even a little bit ugly on the side)

DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

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