hail Shiva!

Where the sun and the moon meet, in a sky, over a world that never sleeps.
Time for the waves to move, shallow tides to flows intrinsically deep.
Sweeping away garbage, from the days, not so long ago.
Gather the shells, don't let them wash away, they tell the story of today.

Conclusions-Jan. 30, 2012-

Who can hurt me?
No one but me correct?
Then why is it so frustrating
and why do i feel so outta control
like I am at fault for these errors

like it's my impotence which holds me back
I cannot be anymore
dear god how many times can I say this
is it not enough that I would lay down my life on the line for your safety,sanity,simple sacrifice

are you BLIND?
or is it me?
why the questions?

perhaps I could care less
perhaps I couldn't care more

create a monster and thus it will be so, does anyone have any idea of what is to come? I cannot focus on the future, the life at hand is slipping away in each moment. but where is it going? and when will I understand why it disappears in the wind.

I cannot put you out of my mind
a presence which lingers there
undying
like the burning embers of my soul
she still holds on
despite the cracks
despite it all
crying softly, uncertain of anything but this simple note, a place where there is no fear
of judgement
of being wrong
of being stupid, rash, stubborn and everything else

I AM DONE WITH THE SADNESS
now be done with me


I have an undying flame in my soul
a flame which no being can diminish,
prepare to meet your maker foul beeste
fore I will never give up!

Rabbit-Hazard

Repercussions:

Every action has a reaction, thus do the actions taking place after the fact. How one does in fact maneuver through these waters is what is of the upmost importance. If one fails the test then justly so, they will fall, not only in the setting and alas, looked down upon by others as well. In the very fragments of one’s own in inner ponderings, as if Lucifer himself was driving the demon deeper into the wound.

 Now, why is it, if this is the correct order of things, which one has cognitive knowledge of, why the mind implores, is the pain so pure? So raw, so without refrain or mercy, as if a cannonball had blown apart one's own ego in this cock-pit run mind.

In part of course, for the obvious, but beyond that reality, what evil lurks there?

Exploration of the Outer Limits

Who wears the crown of vines?
a masked silhouette, final fragments of the crow's outspoken word.
Forging a union, as mighty as the universe itself, through sound, the natural intrinsic movement in and of itself.

the diver, who is submerged in sunlight, floating along it's rays, does not see the sun.
the explorer, surrounded by space, dwelling throughout the universe, sees only what is before him and what time permits.
the sun, perched among stars, sees only the diver, swimming upon magma rays

only through the own mind can one begin to see all.

there and back again

Terrific.
What bogs you down?
What makes you sick?
Why is nothing able to quench the desire for more. When will simply living be enough. When will the days pass full of happiness instead of a bumpy road full of disappointments and misconstrued truths. A belief in the same goal, a general simplistic medium. Leave room for error, why waste energy upon things which will make you feel anger/grief/disappointment. Things that make you sad. Why do we do anything.
For purpose. Have purpose in everything. Even if the purpose simply be to spread joy and happiness. Make a difference for yourself. Actively achieve the designated location for your peak. For your ultimate achievement. Free your mind in order to free suffering. To disperse the pain throughout every region in you, having done so, release all negativity and heave relief as you are no longer affected by the sorrow.

Reflect thoughtfully, if you care to do so..

1.

Poseidon the "Earth Shaker"

November 2011

Who slaughters the pigs around here?

Gone are the ruins of their establishments
from the dirt and stones rises another power
more ruthless and merciless than the last
a never ending circle of corrupted disturbances

but who can judge the human mind
the relentless struggle towards power
who's lies have been warped into a whirlpool of misconceptions

creeping evil, has infiltrated every orifice of our nation
gather brothers and sisters
who can stop us?
not the man in white, nor the smelly pig,
fuck you, wig wearing bastards too, reeking of filth

why push your ideals upon the individuals
in the grind, no room left to squeal
how difficult is it to make things equal
live without pressure
happiness amongst all peoples

 but alas this ideal is unreal
the reality speaks louder than all else
and evil is everywhere

lurking between you and I
hidden, like the fabricated ideals of our foundation,
beneath white lies
ever so comfortable with our demise

Moving Forward

In need of a course of action, been sitting in the same place for quite some time. Where does the search begin? Well that all depends on where the path is going. A question, one can only guess at the answer, where the only reasonable direction is straight on. First, before all else begins, to take the first step, onto a path. Perhaps it truly does not matter which, but the action of physically and spiritually, stepping upon something.

Growth in measures: Love

Sitting down, writing a story. Full of what?
Have I come to a greater understanding of what lays before me? My eyes at last opened to what opportunity lays in the palm of my hand? Why do I keep tripping upon my own fears? Each time I stumble, his hand lifts me from the abyss of my own perilous tomb. I keep throwing my self down the hole, but what is the last shard of glass which pushes me over the edge? I will not stop fighting the madness but I want to embrace understanding of it all. Though the thoughts come and go, sadness does not, an unwanted visitor in the middle of the night. Like a bat hanging from the rafters, but the barn is full of cattle, every which one of them wide awake in terror.

What can exist after the world is over? I have found a love, like truly none other. Even if these words are full of naive hunger I care not, what is right and true will be so no matter what. Its difficult to see past what lies beneath our masks. Who really sees your soul? And for those that do, are they happy with what is before them? The unsatisfied can continue on, walking in search of everything. But what is now and what is happening is something so pure. so fucking chemical. so full of sunshine. The stars are beginning to implode with each passing second, a chain reaction of magma filled lemon drops, raining down upon the heart of the sun.

A New Beginning

January 2, 2012

The first of the year has come and gone.
A fiery hell lies before us.