Memoirs Matter

History repeats, if you repeat. I think its important to know especially your immediate history. The story of your father, if you are a boy, is it the same for the female? Is she synonimally bound to mother's pressing toward reality? I feel story lines of father and son, so much of like apples and trees. Or is it only human? But oh it must get so specific! Look at its layers! Zen like targets speak gargantuate bodily oceans to me.

night suns, morning moon

Top of the morning to you, fine gent, how are you? Love, he says, by love I am, sir, would you be so gentle and tease my homosexuality? My desire for a like me, am I so full of my self or just a perv? Adjust your curvical intentions, I hate that I don't get to you, that my emotions are meaningless to you, that my argue does not matter. You're such a woman! Would you attribute my sensitivity to feminism? Folly and blunder then I am mistaken, is this not characteristic of human? Anxiety and insecurity, do these two not belong to the composition of a human soul? Or is there such, a human soul? Oxymoronic and polystupido dumber gets way dumber in public. Human soul, is this what we are really mean to say? Truly new emptiness of filled and fitted voids and vaccuums, soul is so materialistic.

Just a Regular Dude

I'm just a regular dude,
an ordinary human
Bleeds blood
Swagger from pain
Positive thought
Conscious awaken
Spirit talk
Moments of making
Mind matter shaping
Choice, consequence
Freedom aligned
Grandmaster Time
What is this desire to be You?

Divert your seeking attention, it is turned upward, it must go outward, and finish upon inward.

Speak in your mass appeal discourse, then mass dissapproval revealed: God so loved the world that He gave us Satan.

I wrote it but did I say it? I thought it but did I mean it? I opened up, I think, intention for universe flow through its body, it came out, is it true?

It is written but what does it mean??

I'm such a regular dude,
an ordinary human.

Can't Sleep...

Amidst a broken night
A child lay deep in locomotion
Little engine dreams
Of bent light around eclipses
He hears whispers of ingenuity
And strength in spite of norms
Where outliers behold their stake
So shall his uniqueness unfold
He's always been a wierdo
On the inside, all his life
Only now does he accept
Only now does he embrace
His golden brick road
His strange in all its grace
He's so not social
Lost to those intuitions
Deemed natural by the masses
There he goes
Where the wild things are
Fair the child knows stars
Like the back of his hand
And galaxies like the pit of his soul
He reigns unspoken majesty
With humble approach
To words unspoken
And thinks unthought
The mystery is what keeps him alive
Mind open should curiosity arise
Only now does he seem to arrive,
In good taste, in fair shape, and always forever on time.
Let it shine, let it shine,
Mr. West says,
YOU'RE A STAR
HOW COULD YOU NOT SHINE?!

Swagger Matters

Something just came to me and I'm just going to write it out whatever happens happens I'm just tryna let you know how I feel right now or whatever. Swagger is so existential. Swagger is ubermensch. Its a getting over one's self. With swagger you set out beyond yourself that person you want to be, that person you see yourself as or whatever, who you want to present yourself as and that in turn becomes who you are, if that is who you really are to begin with. See it must be maintained, you must be persistent in your swagger or else it will succumb to the outer's will to make you who you are. Reality presses back onto you but you must be controlled, composed, consistent in your swagger. Swagger matters. Swagger is so existential, its a grabbing hold of oneself, accepting and making due with oneself, and in so doing this is an incoming to one's self, and overcoming of one's self. A going into and beyond. See it's inward, onward, upward. Make you who you want to be, overcome that which the world tries to make of you, stand above yourself, look beyond yourself into the neverending endlessness of possibilities for the infinite self.

Zarathustra

Zarathustra
So brilliant super human
Ubermensch for men
His understanding
Shaping of reality
He changed the way he looked at things
And things began to change
Zarathustra
The man who found truth in a cave.

But truth is not found in a cave.
It is found amongst the people.
How do you get to know you?
And how do I get to know me?
But does not knowing more about you also give me more knowing of me?
But then I don't need you to know me. I need you to know who I am to you and that is also me.
What character am I in your dream?
Tell me about myself, who am I to you?
But no one tells the truth.
For it is more revealing of you than of me who I am to you.

So can truth be found in a cave?
Some truths. And others amongst the people. First what's in me, then what's in you. Are these two same, or different? Both, but which one more of? Is there an only self that speaks for all? How do you read that, is it hopeful, or accepting?

Oneness is Goodness

Oneness is infinite, eternal. Sustainability, longevity, consistency, all good things. Perhaps why good health is so important, and long life so respected. They resemble Oneness and its infinticity. But should you die, as we all do, aesthetically, in these parts, be a part of the whole, one with Oneness, this Unifield, and live forever, because Being is forever.

self destruction

I'm headed for self destruction, what could I do to this self that I wouldn't think of? What could I say that I wouldn't or whatever? Could I be there or shouldn't I be here or whatever? Fajitas and eggs, that's what he wants, and still I think in fourth person.

ok so i wouldn't be you

So if I could, would I be of your conception? Or would I be what I so choose? My control, purely my choice, you brush my shoulders, walk past me and leave your soul behind. I am in my words, write or die.

Love and Understanding.

In love is in understanding, for me. She relates to me. I relate to her. She understands me, I understand her, we understand one another. But can a person truly love me and not understand me? Oh no, then they love a misunderstood me, and that is not a true me. But can a person understand me and not love me? Oh how arrogant of me. But am I not love itself? Could love not love love? And then to understand love, could this not only be joy? What bliss to understand love! Should love be some kind of evil. Could it? A disgusting truth in its baroness. Oh could it be ugly when raw? Coarsed, and rough. But for so many love is pleasant in its purity. Harmonious center. Should be our focal point zero. From that we are, but first come into being, into this dimensioned layer, in which I am able to reflect on my reflecting such is that I reflect, so called dasein being. Love is driving force of All That Is, he says, underlying purpose and energy itself. Love is the why and how. And all be said is. Beyond your trivial love between humans, but oh look into the dimensions of that angelic connection this endless possibility of human connectivity. And into time. This matrix of time, true love takes the most of time, conceptually all of it, these two are practically one, true love is infinite, it is timeless. And there is more than one type of love, and there are more than C.S. Lewis suggests. There are as many loves as there are moments for being. See this keyboard, that's keyboard love. How is that love? That it is, that this keyboard is at all. Then that is one love, that That It Is At All Love. But and myself, That I Am At All Love. Would you say this is the same love, the love for a keyboard to be at all and the love for me to be at all? I would say so, either could not be at all, and never have been at all. But thank God for Love. And thank God for That I Am At All.

into the thoughts...

Pour my self out
Open me up
Make me one
With everything that is
Will You
With your visa
You are not always accepting.
Speak value.

And I am no one special
Blend never shake
keep quiet
why so loud
tender reality
buttered flys
effectually.

Into the thoughts
Who woulda thought
It all came down to the thoughts.

Don't stop there
Keep it going
Get to spirit
Speak spirit

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True.

Feel Come Subtle

It was late, and early. Laying in bed. A magical moment. Something so magical. Love God, I say, Put God First, I say. I feel a miracle making its way into this season, it permeates, it embeds, it engrains, it becomes. This feels special. Something brewing, more of the manifesting, speaks volumes of Godly Natures. I am open, and ready to receive. My faith is clear. My power is new. I feel without feelng, a miracle this season. Do you feel that?

And should my personal declarations have in them power vested: 2009 - It's About Time!

No Yous, Only Me & Adonai

I want to go to a place where it's not my fault. Here, its always me, always something I didn't do right because of something I didn't know. And here, not knowing doesn't make me exempt. I am responsible even for the things I was not aware, and that's law. Everything that happens in my life is a consequence of some thought some action of mine. To a micro its because of me. What thought did I think for this to manifest the way it did? What did I do to deserve this? I am my own worst enemy. I am my only enemy. If I have a hater, its because of me. I bare complete responsibilty. It's not your fault you hate me, its mine. Besides, there is no you. There is only me, and God. And soon after, It Is God That Is All That Is. But that is only faith... it is my strength and my burden.