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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