Artist: Robert Hefferan

We all want to fly

But first we must climb the tree to even try

So many on the ground wondering why

They don’t have love

Thinking life’s passing them by

In their own stupid-ness they wallow in

Blinded by the leap of fear

They must break through

To get their feet off the ground

You can’t let the broken branches keep you down

That’s the illusion that must be unheeded

To rid the fear of pain

To lift the self of mortal constraints

To journey to the top for love

and nothing else to begot

To not look back

and not look down

but to Jump with

unyielding wings of faith

To soar into open arms of love

Where all you are and all

you’ve become is nothing

more where love is not…

For some, just a dream

to afraid they’ll fall

2004

 

It makes every cell in my being want to explode at times when I see people posting all these soulful quotes but live a life so far removed from understanding the needs of the soul. Surrounded by the dross of their worldly lives and satiation(s), hiding behind the beauty of quotes, that when the mirror of their life is reflected back is nothing but a shadow of delusion. How will the world ever be able to enlighten such individuals, I’ll never know when the veil that covers their eyes is so caked on with all the muck of their lives. Especially, when all they do is shine the reflection of their mirror projected back onto others thinking they are the saintly ones; such is the seduction of this world of humans with infiltrated spirits. Darkness never illuminates light, it is the other way around for those who are brave enough to remove the veil and search the truth in matters of the soul. The truth is a double edge sword not meant to slay but to excise/extricate diseased states of being, for those wise and brave enough to endure the pain of self-discovery, and true enlightenment of the soul. The dirt and the energies of it all scream and fight to not let go of being attached to mortal man, the individual thinks they are dying in the process and often will not forbear the exorcism/extrication of the energies they blindly think will save them. Is it not true they say kill the messenger, is it not wise to consider the message? For it is a rare quality that one will come along with the sword of truth, no matter the cost to their countenance in the eyes of men, and stand up against the ways of corruption in hopes to awaken those so caught up in their slumber. I suppose in some ways if the dark gets darker and the delusion thickens at some point, those in the dark will one day awaken and realize they can no longer see, and then perchance they will begin to open their eyes, and set out to seek the truth and slowly remove the veil, or maybe it will become so immediate like a man drowning who needs a breath, the veil will be rent immediately. Maybe it is through our darkest hour we see the need to return to the light, maybe for some brave enough to fight off the energies, they will pick up the sword and slay their demons. Diving into the abyss of self discovery one must trust light and love are on the other side. Few can do this, but in the end, all will face the truth of who they are. Oh ye, who drown in a sea of your own demise, don’t reject the life-raft of truth meant to save your immortal soul. Have ye the eyes to rise, lest ye plunge deeper into the pit of your own hell you are creating. Life is about choices, and sometimes we have to recognize this, otherwise the currents will destroy us, if we fail to navigate our course.

 

(My message for the day, sorry my mind is in a contemplative state on matters pertinent to the needs of the soul.) This is not about anyone in particular, it is a path we all must tread, and more importantly a reminder to myself, as I sit and look at my own situation and energies surrounding me, as I determine if they are friend or foe, thinking I may have to dive deep until I’m strong enough to either make it to the other side, or come up for the very essence of life, the air I need to breathe.

June 22, 2016

 

Artist: Carlos Quevedo

Livers and Lovers

do exist

Must one live to love

or

Love to live?

Can it really be so

as we grow old

To really know

To really grow

In Love

In love with you

In love with me

In love with all

or do I just exist

Enter to Live

Exist to Die

A tear From a fallen cry

At yesterday’s gone by

In search of truth

we hope

we die

That is to live

It is not to give

If by living we give up

All hope is lost

So to live is to give

and

To Give is to love

Eternity rings for all above

who choose to love

So it is told

No need to grasp & hold

Misery in reflective thoughts

For we all have been bought

For a price

He died upon the cross

His momentary loss

For greater gain

A world full of pain

Long suffering and rejection

all Christians know

What you reap is

what you sow

And in Christ’s death

We may be born

So at the last trump of the horn

Our spirits may rise in Christ’s acclaim

Glory to God

and when he comes

Glory to all who have chosen not to fall

Prey to humanity

Pray to have faith

Pray to believe

Pray to repent

Pray for us all

That we all may be heaven sent…

Pray to Love

and not to Live…

For if you Love you surely

Will Live Again…

 

Jan. 24, 1993

Note: Livers-those who live…merely exist

 

Don’t Mind Fuck Me

So much racket

clitter clatter can’t

you cut it out

Always noise

in one ear out the other

So much shit

it blows my mind

Enter exit

I do resist

it still persists

Don’t I have a say

Can’t I have my way

Endless clutter

inject my head

I just want peace

I want my thoughts

to wander as I think

No more interjection on my brain…

Your sound waves try to trap me in

But I’ve got to be free Inside of me…

So, please don’t  mind fuck me

 

Written in the 90’s

Artist: Josephine Wall

Can you give me what

I want I think not

Does anyone really know what it takes to be fulfilled

So many escapes from reality

Yet reality is defined by each

and every one of us

Do we really cease to think

Is everyone passive

In aggression

In hate In lies

In waste

We mock ourselves every day

We destroy everyday

What will it take

To make or

To break

Some see light

Some see dark

I see despair in both

Sacrifice in both

Some give

Some don’t

No time for unity

Too many divided minds

In this day and age

It’s as if we’re tearing

each other apart

in one big cage

It’s like we’ll just keep

rattling the bars

until we disappear

We know the truth

We see the way

We want to have it

It’s there somewhere

We just can’t seem to grasp it

Always wanting more

than we can share

We’ve taken our eyes off the ball

Now we’re in fear of losing it all

 

Written in the 90’s

Reflection

 

The pain of gullibility stings

When I look back it seems

 

Yet, only I know the fortitude

My mind had to create

In order to stand my fate

 

To look it in the eye

And see the reign my mentality wrought

as it sought

To implore the depths of my deceit

 

A sickening feat

No least I am what I am

today and yet will become

To be

 

Whether that is to be

A man or Whoa-man

One of them stands

to remind the beast of all

 

To pause to ponder

The nurturing nature

Of woman

11-12-98

I’m living my own life of punishment

As I repeat behaviors in the moment unaware

 

Have I been so bad that

My life will torment me

 

I pray this not be true

 

Do I cause my own misery in

Selfishness and self pity

 

Yet, pity me not

I just introspect!

 

A rationalization too cloaked in seeking to be altruistic…another self aggrandization that needs the Boot!

12-25-98

My letters are merely pencil marks on paper

Only to express thoughts of existing emotions

My mind is so fleeting

My thoughts shan’t be captured

 

I cannot seem to keep the clothes in my drawers

Neatly folded all the time, they are continuously getting messed up

And then refolded only to be mixed again

 

I feel I should give thanks, …

But for what I do not know

 

90’s

It must be spring fever

That has created in me

This lightning bolt of energy

 

The thought of love penetrates

The heat within inebriates

 

It is the scent that lingers forever

It follows me whenever

That embraces my heart with glee

It makes my senses flee

 

This ray of hope sent from above

To light the dance of birds in love

 

March 98