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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HER SENSES

...Trying to adjust to some formalities I’ve accepted. Through the reflection of days gone by, I feel the ever transitioning body growing and mind sight sifting through the cambium coating of a shells protectant. Digging and unearthing the inner-child, there is so much more to discover. The triad of decades as of yet is sheltered to what will be, but, one thing I know for certain, so far, it has gone something like this...

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I remain open in my senses. At this point, what else could one limit themselves to? Each decade offers a new sense of wisdom that is somewhat elevated by the experience from the one preceding it. A bountiful of teenage years and discovery… offering oneself to the beauty of naivety. An ignorance filled with innocence yet still aware of its vulnerability. Keen to emanate a sense of confidence yet startled by physical youths limitations. Regardless of sexual maturity… still radiating virgin stimulus to the aged passer-by.

A twenty something now grandeur in her own way, blossomed to a stifling beauty. Ready for the world, independence- building a stronghold on what it is to be a woman. Testing the boundaries and perhaps dropping other boundaries for good. Recognizing her place among the mature already seated. Exploring sensitivities and developing a person of certain strength- testing trust and losing faith within it. Still unsure of how to wrap it up and transcend into the next age of wisdom

For the thirties have a sense of ownership unrevealed in any other stage. This is where we made it happen. Excuses from before cannot be heard any longer. Now is the do. Accomplish what you sought after by realization of what is will be. Cannot expect anymore, without the virtue of success. Be open to the slightest glorious positive interaction. What else is there but to enjoy and appreciate the waking moment shared for just that.

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And still, there is so much more to do...



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HYPOCRAZY

So this lil gadget of mine was in the shop for a while cuz the thingy fell on its power cord and crashed the internal power mechanism... but I just got it back, and throughout the week, as I have been constantly questioning my own doubts and confusions. I remembered I had written the below piece when I was only 21; this was just aboput 13 years ago already! Jeeeze!!!

Anyway, I realized that even though my writing has improved significantly since, I found myself questioning the same antics as I had back then. I am a bit shocked that I was able to tune into these sort of thoughts back then, which leads me to wonder if I had regressed at all in the past 13 years, or, if I had not moved as forward as I had once thought I would. I then came to remember that life is about the everlasting thoughts and questions that will continue to reoccur in their own ways throughout.

As long as we can be open to this, and attempt to constantly rationalize and grow through the years to come, we may always question the same issues in life, but in differing forms. I think about hypocracy a lot because it is very easy to preach a positive approach on lifestyle and still be shadowing oneself in a couldren of doubt and question. I find myself lapsing at times, but it never comes without a thorough thought process. I hope that in my own lapse, I can still find a way to sift through the weeds and find peace and harmony within my own inconsistancies:

HYPOCRAZY

There is no other time than my time now. When this time is complete, a new time will begin. In this time, I think to practice those thoughts I preach. Yet my time is linked by certain patterns of life and with these links, I must locate within, the balance between my do and their do. How often does my do become altered by another potential do? There are times when I notice an interception in what I feel is my own thought. This interruption often is the result of the persons I choose to locate within me that special feeling I like to call beauteous.

Yet, upon interaction, often times are my thoughts assimilated, as one, or, I enjoy to make peace and compromise. Where, though, is the balance between the compromise I feel is not threatening? I think Hypocrazy is a conglomeration of past experiences with present thoughtlessness and lack of harmony. How can one honestly choose to combine two such important factors in a healthy form of life? Perhaps there is a blind happiness involved. Perhaps one is negating oneself of the truth? I feel truth should become a central theme in one’s soul, mind, and body.

Although it’s hard to maintain that sense of truth whence the people one chooses to interact with, somehow, barge in on your truth with their own sense of many elements regarding blindness, masking, thoughtlessness, egotism, hypocrazy- while still preaching their own “true” happiness. This is where perception of communication comes in handy for me. I know that when I express myself clearly, respectfully, maturely, and growingly, peace is attained quite simply. And there is a sense of “I know” brought on by past experience life teaching. Although, I do believe that using past experiences wisely, as well as positivity, and, under the correct circumstance, proves more beneficial. Past experience are in a sense, confirmations, but will become rather- complications when used in the more negative opposite form.

Coherency is absolutely necessary in this act, because, of the risk of minor or major miscommunication. This is when one is likely to become hypocritical which can be a serious downfall on one’s purest walk of life. Do as you say and say as you do. Live a life worth growing for rather than regressing to a negative space already experienced.

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