Spoon Fed

Spoon fed through a bottle with a full speed throttle

For some reason, when I opened the book, this was the first thing that came to me and I decided to stick with it. I'm not sure how it applies to anything I intended, but, when I think about it with more depth, I get a sense that convention allows us to grow nurtured with a false pretense of common denominators of social adeptness. Take what you are fed, and get on out> could be a way to interpret that. Divuldge in the little pleasures you are deceived into believing are "treats" to keep you going and prevent you from asking questions to the who, what, where, when, and especially, HOW this planet and its answer makers operates! How do we come to terms with understanding where it is we come from and where it is we are going. Build a common spirit that people can consume, and lead them to believe thru a false sense of fear. I got in trouble in 6th grade Chem. for asking too many questions. I mean, tell a 12 yr old that mixing all those elements together could do funny things to a human mind, and not tell him/her how or why is certainly going to lead me to question everything that comes my way, and perhaps want to try for myself! I was put on this planet to question. I'm sticking with it.

How was my spelling? Question it.
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Hello :)

What goes giddy up must come down...my computer has been down for some time. We took a break from weekly posts..and now that it has been four months, the same number as weeks in a month, i have made a return :) hello

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PARALLELS

An oldy, but goody...

Where two parallels meet,

Well, It’s no treat,

Not all the time

But once in a while you lose your mind

And in the sense of it all,

Was it worth the marshmallow wall?

She put it up in hopes to recover a more esoteric way to hover

Off the earth’s tumultuous ground

Have you ever heard that humming sound?

The one that can take a few comprehensions

And no, there are no extensions

To relieve you of this unbearable pressure

That welds up inside, it’s just pure

And when you hear it, tell me it’s a sign

Initiating an influence over your distress

And influence of the essence of freedom and it’s mine

It’s something I’ve needed but that one guess

I made was error and the escape was unfortunate

A meltdown waiting to drape my serenity with a taste

Of bittersweet memories of time and place, people and ocular treat

That is something I can’t ignore

But if I cradle it, that door will open partially

Attempting to trick

My now obsidian vision of the questions

Why and how did it happen?

I will lick the oblivion into a here and now approach-

Coming back to my senses

In order to produce a turn from other dense’s

It’s me here-

and I am free

I will conquer to cluttered mental purge and feed the need

To recognize my right to surge!

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DESIRE

the world is full of endless possibilities. Never take any moment for granted regardless of how you choose to spend it. Realize the gift of time and know its up to ourself to change that which we can. We can give the gift of giving away without the fear of attachment, but, we have to understand we have that within us. I will give away up to the time i have finely been gifted.

The power of perception in a world of deception

Or try and inspire the word desire

Two questions to discover,

An answer or a satisfaction

That will last a while,

Or, until the next distraction.

Have if you will the gift of experience,

In a world that’s eggy and comes with deliverance.

I deliver to be a fine history, a rapture, tone capture of earthly delights

A truth and a see’r despite of what it is.

My reception is skeptical,

Wary of the moment when it all

Ceased to be puuuuuuuure.

My appetite became insecure,

And unwilling to taste the fruitful bounty.

I’m in a Pocahontas county prism, if you will.

Taste the rainbow,

Or, perhaps- I’ll stand up and groooooow.

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DELUX

Every once in a while things just don't make sense. No matter how hard you blaze through the thought bin, there is no explanation! At this moment, I feel I can comprehend the meaning behind most excursions, but, in memory of the countless majority of time I can't, here's to you, mr. whut?

Habitualization of a one tone nation-

Bursting with breeds, whining delusional needs

Of whippits and tickets that teach us to hate,

Discriminate,

But alleviate the crime and hold on to your mind.

Try to find and equation, an invasion of passivity.

A truce, a spoof of our imagination-

Swinging on a prickly version of a strange excursion.

Haven’t found time to prove the unity.

Always a tick that sticks.

It’s a ruined delux. Need an influx of what?

Tell me, what do you see dub masta jee?

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FLOW

 

Om not on the go,

Om on the flow you know.

It’s the black crow that shrieked a complete freak of nature.

It’s not the cure and now I’m sure those inhibitions,

Time turned into intuitions.

And to honor my fruition 

Into a new beginning where I’m not spinning on the point of a top

That’s winning the award for revolutions

And personal bombastic

Intrusions.

And this delusion,

Wake me up I did indeed

And fight for the speed to the next best pit stop…

Hippity hop hop.

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DUST

SO- have you noticed the pollen is here? It took a little while, but, summer is on the horizon and the warmth of the weather has sprung the lil spring chicken out of me and turned me into a blossom again!!! I luv this warm air on my skin... i have needed it for waaaay too long :) enjoy this pollen this year- it is a symbol of regeneration and regrowth... peeling layers away from the cobwebs and bringing life force back to our senses... it gives us a reason to reflect on the cold winter months and it gives us a reason to remember we are alive!!!!!!
This is an old poem I wrote... I remembered I had one that spoke about pollen... when I got in my truck after work yesturday and saw the pollen, I was reminded of what I would bring to my blog next- smiles :)

As the pollen blows above and around

It dusts the rooftops and the ground

Blowing free amongst the mountains

Letting the wind decide, and I count and I count

The days I had wished that I could be the pollen and be dished

To whom and wherever I simply please

If I could wonder this earth with ease

Imagine the beautiful things I could see

While I swarm with grace but the speed of a bee

Stopping wherever I chose to land

And roaming around touching everyone’s hand

A seahorse as such is one with this confidence

And would not budge a currant for and instant

Isn’t it a blessing to do what you want

Without the worry of hitting something blunt?

People live to dream of this life

But why dream if you yourself could entice

This beauteous freedom as a gift to you

And actually breathe the air, DO

You think you would be able to let go

Of the leash that bounds you and prevents your flow

To what do you think you owe your entrapment?

Have you gotten anything from them? Have they sent

You a reward to compliment your effort?

If not, then, shit! Rip off your work shirt!

I know in the end I made the right choice

I can’t hear it now, but there is a voice

That becomes louder as time will fly

And before you know it, a year has gone by!

A new life with new work and all

Gifting me with good karma from my fall.

All the hard work pays off in the end

And in return, to them you can send

A postcard describing how great it all is now

And they’ll be questioning, “we let her go? How?”

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ABSENTEE PATRIOT??

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ETERNALLY DIGESTING A BEAUTIFUL TRUTH IN THE WAY OF BEING SIMPLE

I heard on 7am NPR this morning that historically, on this day, the strars and stripes flag was born. At first, I thought, wow, huh. And then I remember what this means. Essentially, it is what you make of it, but, having not been raised here, I feel different about patriotism. I went back into the archives and found this poem from when Mr. Bush was elected, ohhhh some, 11 years ago. It's pretty funny. I had a different less refined style back then. But, the point is clear. I remember, things always change, I am responisble, I plant my seed, I am what i sew, I started it and I can finnish it, I am I am I am an

ABSENTEE

I’m feeling so alone, or am I an absentee?

Should I mail in for my ballot,

Or accept the guarantee

That I believed the truth would come

Instead, I just wait to hear what becomes the sum.

It is beyond me now- what I await

I thought for sure, it wasn’t too late

To make the change that really does count

It was incredible, this is the amount?

People wake up! Can’t you see what has happened, or is it me?

Retaliation can sometimes work, without it, we’d go bizzurque!

A voice was given to us as a tool

To use and develop ripples in a pool of tides

 That will wash us away if we don’t stand up and fuckin say

Something that can really matter

Believe me, there will shatter a time much larger than before-

It’s called, we let him continue with the war.

Your time will come when the windmill sways

 And pushes a gust to cloud your days.

Regret will become you and you will need a friend

And where will you go? Who will lend

That helping hand to which you are in need…

You will turn to us, oh indeed

But we are busy building our gardens to survive,

The technological Armageddon that killed our honey and hive

Well now our vegetables are sewn and ready to eat

While you hunger and worry about how to deal with your defeat

The tables have turned- and now we have become

The reason you wish you voted as

WE ALL THINK THEREFORE WE ARE ALL ONE!!!!

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CRYSTAL

Im a social being, im seeing, and when im out, im keying,

in on the stead, im not a prisoner in my head, im like a

crystal, not lead.

It’s about believing in yourself, your stealth,

and wanting to share thoughts, and whatnots,

it’s for your health.

Your brain is a factory, making imagery, real life analogy,

only you score what your looking for, in totality

by knowing we all growing from one another and bestowing

the best gift of throwing

fact, abstract, intact, but react in a new real positive return of the golden rule deal.

Courage is the pterygium in my eye, when i cry with memories

of spilled words that i exemplify as the piss on you for a true return of the ghouls golden rule.

scary indeed, it's bleeding me, wary of a bad seed.

A crystal turned old to sand in your hand, and i stand as energy fields regather in my trilogy.

A far near distance builds a new dear without resistance.

i'm free now, now free, and i deliver to be

and wake up from this cartoon wannabe

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FEET

Throughout the days, you shall take many footsteps, and these footsteps shall be protected and guided by an internal force which shares the same waves of energy as the forces that are external to your own. Breathe closely and wakefully with each step, remembering that each step is also that which will introduce and combine each wondering moment of serenity with each wondering moment that you caste unto the earth you walk.

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TEMPLATES

Feeling a bit disturbed by the massive response to the so called rapture that is supposedly about to hit. I understand and respect the intention behind the prophecies that denounce the end of our world- and perhaps, with belief, there really is an end to a world as an individual may perceive it. But, I can only live daily with a notion that the end of any world is only that which one feeds into. I must continue to live each day without fear, and I must not hold back, remembering each day, and knowing that what I contribute to it, is what I need to concentrate on. I wrote this with reflection on my own realization that what I was putting into my life was exactly what I was getting back. Slumped for a moment, I realized I had wasted some valuable time in my distractions and I had to take myself by my own reigns and begin to steer myself toward some sort of jimmy rigged carved with a butter knife pathway. I had to begin to live fully and not travel the paved road for the path of least obstruction was getting a little too easy and not challenging my constant need for stimulation. If the water is luke warm and cozy, I want it hotter. If there was no bend in the road, I want figure eights. If a Y has three points, I want an octogon... catch my drift? So, put on your black jumper suit and your white tennis shoes and commit one of those mass check-outs if you want- but, I choose to carry on to the bitter, salty, sour, sweet delectible beginning!

Peeling the layers back. Three, sixty five, and on track

I feel alive beneath a carriage of mass

Spoiler alert, I've been crass, about to boil I'm sure

Passin’ by leaving me with a sly remark of so be it, see it, was it as plentiful as it was divine?

Cuz in all this time, I've gotten stamped and dressed and waitin'

I'm debating captain conquest has found the key to the treasure chest

So for i to sleep with twenty ten, and then dreams spent in wonder of time wasted again and again,

Shake me awake so i can shutter a whimper and mutter, please can i discover this life for which I'm a lover?

And as amazing as it sounds, the most diffuse of meaning is found between perplex facades and seemings

So for i to be crowned with a blessing in disguise cuz it's made me all the more wise?

A test in measure concise but dry to my threshold, building collapsing blocks forming a mesh cold with time lapsing...

Tick tock, and I'm shocked.

Salmonella, old white Asian fella

Recalls, sequels

evac drill and spills

Nations security, building infurity

Airplane’s, dare games,

Are we living in fear or shame?

And as i wake up every day on this mountain top, I'm scrambling to drink more before the fountain stops, guzzling this precious life i know, while others check out like it’s a no-go!

And every door that opens, I seem to close, while slipping on banana tokens i chose to ignore that wide open door, and i can't reach it anymore!

We are all just templates, blank pages, waiting for story to tell of tanked stages, pranks gauge us, baitin me for more please, someone draw me a picture so i can see through this swiss cheeze debotchery!

It's up to us to squeeze through these holes, and start setting up some real values and goals, cuz i tell ya,

It was once for-told, by the time we wake up, we will all be old!

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HE FLED

A nobody wondering round in a somebody world,

Not a subtle sound, a solid bound

To the ties that ground

Custody of a parody

In-fact, he spoke to soon without a word

One choke,

There was a revocation of an original mind

 Stuck behind a façade attraction,

One kind, not in a sparrows spine, more like a rebar grind!

From whom the homogeneity of thought became

Insane this train, so blind, yet game

To the everlasting clot-

Come one, come all,

Plot the spot where you stand

With creative outbursts of thoughts non-bland

To the taste and smell of an unreal

Perma-seal of approval, to the removal of a nobody

And instead, ground custody, found busted

He fled!

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DROP

Here we are just a drop a human experiment

No way to understand these terms of endearment

Dirty mouth? Clean it up with spearmint

A sticky remedy for a reflection

A naive feeling of protection

This crude spill? A fuckin lethal injection

No way to know is it fate or predetermined,

But don't negate your chi or have you been sermoned

To believe you've been burdened with a form of ultimate control?

It’s really more simple, you can show your dimples.

Cuz were living in a world filled with possibilities, emotions, and humilities

It’s your choice what you want to be

You can open your eyes and see the truth or

 creach a part of the social dominated economic spoof

I want the ergonomic truth, are we gunna be free, or,

will we be reduced to a techno-tronic poof??!!!

I've realized by now we have no answers,

and we're just waiting on the Rockefeller dancers,

to drop the curtain and begin last call

I wanna go sit by a water fall!!!!!

 And as i watch these drops, each and every one,

spill over the edge, my heart stops cuz I’m spun

On the thought of what might become of this existence,

and what does your path have in store for its distance?

Cuz i've lost some sleep at night as i cry to the beat of my heart that might explode,

on the thought of how we have come to erode

and drop the ball on humanity... this is insanity!

Come grab my hand and we can get together and weather this out

and appreciate this earth from which we came about!

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Zion

Sinking into my pores,

Rainfall is the metaphor

Let the drop on the eye swim to the navel and then the thigh

Sweat is the name,

Movement, melancholia’s, the same

Comfort rides the back of the lion,

Simplicity follows behind the mountainous Zion

Enrapture this way, moment, call,

And capture alone, the drop, it’s fall

Taste the sweet salt, relieve

Stray from this Babylon, believe

This can happen anywhere

Right now- Right?

Light a dare bare

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NOW & THEN

NOW & THEN

It’s a cold night,

and I have warm water to drowse me into a melancholious drift of wonder,

and I sift through my mind,

only to find a basket woven with deep entwined threads.

What is my purpose?

Questions that enthrall only the most wondering of souls,

but, I will smoke bowls and know that rhyme has no time to figure me out.

Why?

Expect not to expect…

only for a moment I spoke to soon,

thought I knew the answer to it all… how small.

THEN, a single conflict seemed the world to me, that is,

NOW, I can float and feel not an answer, but a moment, a whiz has passed me by.

And, to place so much care? Why?

 To find the answer, one must live each moment as though perhaps a fish in a bowl.

It’s the now that I seek,

and with each now a goldfish keeps swimming not afraid of the word next, or, then.

Yet, somehow,

take away the water,

and the fish has become human gasping for the last breath I just wasted a foul word on!

His metamorphosis has spun round and still had not found the answer I was looking for.

Simple is the name, cuz really,

it’s all the same.

Stress is a cancer that blew the mind over the top!

So why not let your madness stop?

Let your natural body bloom,

 cuz you can’t assume that your body has a single bud waiting for its spring of health

when all you feed yourself is a sickness waiting to occur.

 And you’ve heard, I’m sure, the old cliché,

mind-body-soul are one, uniform,

maybe it’s true. It may sound like old news, but it’s there and you have seen the deterioration of your

elders. Just take a good look. There is something to be learned. And now this meeting is adjourned.

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