Semantics

Religion's attempt to define "God" and "God's desires" ultimately divide humanity over semantics instead of seeing the bigger picture.

Quotes of Summer 2009

"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate."
-Carl Jung (Thanks Erika Canty Duffy)

"Every man builds his world in his own image; he has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice."
-Marich McCloud (Thanks Emilie)

"Time to align your simulacra chakras.
-Myself

"Self-awareness is the main pre-requisite to all healing."
-Blair Lewis

"I'm not interested in your weather pattern predictions. I'll just take a look outside."
-Myself

"Dumb people talk about people, average people talk about events, intellectuals talk about ideas."
- Alex Coppersmith

"You're not bored; you're boring."
-Myself

“Let us linger here a while in the foolishness of things.”
-Author Unknown (From John Effland's Website www.rockoperastoneworks.com)

"What do I look like to you at this given time? At this given instance? At this specific fraction? Can we fathom all at once? I want to see through those eyes."
-Myself

"Comfort is to perceive as you always have."
-Myself

Swollen V(a)in

Help this flow,
cannot rejuvenate itself.
Lay a safety net,
an identity from the shelf.

I've seen Me live and die a thousand times.
Proficiencies fulfilled by perfect rhymes.
I'm awake, I'm free.
Spectacles help reinstate the perfect me.

This has to be it,
I'm perfectly equipped.
My eyes can't lie, this must be real,
What more could I possibly conceal?

I am flawless,
need to keep telling myself this.
No need for guarantee,
surround myself with those who agree.

No need for "god,"
seems ridiculous to me.
A higher level outside myself?
A need to plea?

Childish views,
think I'll just let my body take over.
Wait for a perfect day,
or a four leaf clover?

My veins are swollen,
from the ideas I have stolen.
Rejecting my flaws makes me a jerk.
I'll just let my ego take over and do the work.

Savage Metamorphisis

Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves. ~Abraham Lincoln

{I want all my actions to be pure.
From birth to death,
Lead my vibrations to create good
and diminish evil.}

What does it mean to be impeccable?
Incapable of sin?
Flawless?
Another word for perfect?
To be as I am?

I am what I am and that is all I know.

Lord, I want to be good.
Believe me God, I want to be light.

Democrat? Republican?
Hippocrates? Bigots?
Elusive-seducer.
Frantic-Zealot.
Viscous leader.
What is this evil plan you plot?

Am I so paranoid to judge so quick?
Infrared reflection?
Artificial resurrection?

I'm running out of ideas here.
When will you show your face?
Mixed vivid dream fears.
Planetary space.

A quickie just below the undertow.
Keep me close between your thighs.
Another for the road.
Archeological disguise.

Light-year pursuit.
Inaugurated cul de sac.
Baffled & intrigued.
Cult anxiety attack.

Magnate I want to be pure.
I want to be light.
Magnate make me spotless.
Until then I remain restless.

Fanny

f in ally the serpent speaks
voice sounds heavy and weak
hidden from view; objected by few
preaching wives' tale
head failed prevail

but you're hiding now
guilty pleasure
cater the tyrant omnipotent agent

Every time I think about
it's you, you
eyes are blind
in spite (i) feel it's true
cus' I knew

mind on podex
so eager to please
let your tongue euip
to catch all the venom drip
from two digits
went three theft crimson glory

but you're hiding now
guilty pleasure
bolster the carnivore minister's fragrance

Every time I think about
it's you, you
eyes are blind
in spite (i) feel untrue
cus' I knew

Paranoid Delusions Vol 1

Recently messing around with sound waves and frequencies I stumbled across (!@#$%^& I need to get rid of Dave Matthews from my computer)...

I stumbled across a website with different frequencies. According to this website, as we age we begin to lose our ability to hear higher frequencies. When you go to a music concert and your ears are ringing after the show, it is said that you will never hear that frequency again.

I was amazed that at 22 years old my hearing was equivalent to a 50+ year old! Must be all that loud music I play standing directly to my Vox...

Or...

Apple has designed headphones that add high pitch frequencies that play along our favorite songs. After years of listening through Apple headphones the listener finally forfeits their ability to hear certain frequencies. Frequencies, that Apple and other major companies use to broadcast secret information. What information? Who knows, it could be anything. The worst part is that they use our handicap to launch campaigns right under...or um.. through? our noses.

This is not a true story. I think I'll just put my BluBlockers back on and plug in my Sony Headphones.

Nah, actually I think I'm intercepting the messages right now. They're telling me to buy some itunes songs...

Oh wait...

New iphone is coming out? Apparently Apple's Ego-Maniac CEO Steve jobs is back after a liver transplant. Weird eh?

"Employees working on top-secret projects must pass through a maze of security doors, swiping their badges again and again"

Remember the Chakra-colored Apple logo?
I knew Apple was harmless.
I wonder why God didn't want Adam to eat the fruit?

A Higher Cognitive Form

The buzzers are changing the waves.
Can you hear me now?
Neurons firing in your brain.
Can you feel me now?

Myelinated to protect among 200 billion stars,
To transmit energy through synapse wars,
Transient exuberance multiplies dendrites,
Will's not simple fight or flight.

Now we digest our differences and test the "norm,"
A hiccup of truth to recall the taste,
We're close to something here, don't let it waste.
The time is here, just beware of haste.

Show me where the higher cognitive functions form!
See through your spectacles
What we put in receptacles and consider looming conjunctions
As not to make irrelevant assumptions.

I'll jump through your hoops,
I'll eat from your fruits,
And get in touch with your roots,
Cus' I'm studying your bedtime fable.

But when you leave your window open;
Should you choose to disagree,
My warmth will fog your mirror,
And my wind will clear the debris.

I am the wolf that blows your house down.
Poor infrastructure caused your derail.
Now brush your self off,
From here begins your heroic tale.