Fade to Black and Mind Blown

Trip into the abyss

Fade to Black
Tripping with minds
The creator sees
you play with hearts
What will you do
when you slip
and trip
and realize
you’re in hell
What will your third eye see
then thy rogue
Will the wires drown
out your screams
When you see
the harm you’ve done
for just a little ecstasy
Will all their thoughts
fragmented come
back to you
How hard will you get
when you feel
your heart
turn to stone
You trip, you slip, you fall
Back into the abyss
No starry nights
or shining lights
you simply
no longer
exist
where all the colors
fade to black
 Mind Blown
Mind blown
schizophrenic zone
Blind to what you did
to mother and child
How holy art though
Catfish necrotic heart
Pics to illicit lollipop girls
What kind of boat you row
with all those skeletons in tow
What happened to your energy
spit out flat
sputum on a stick
somewhere up the tube
where your heart is at
up your gut
little boys in pay to play
should stay asleep
and punch it out in dreams
for the waking life
evaporates
like a crack den whore
always wanting more
the shit you wallow
in will drown
you in
the end
But you can pretend
you’re all that
passing around
your crap
those little feathers
in your cap
to tickle minds
you trap
brains in vices
will clamp down
on you
when you see
your soul
leave
you
12/3/2017
Beware of Creepers
2 Timothy 3:6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts
Note: Inspired from introspection of the stupid things some people do…who try to trap and ultimately get trapped in their afflictions and webs they spin.

Pierce Me

mex hearts
Pierce me with the truth
I hand you the sword
Shall you deliver me
Slice at me
the things I cannot see
for we all have blind spots
we fail to see
Sticks and stones will break my bones
but words will never hurt me
The ego they may sting
and the flailing of it
will make us bleed
yet when we see
it is just the monster of our deeds
we can stop those acts
and cut them out
So go ahead
and take your aim at me
for my soul
has needs
to be free
of me
12/3/2017
Luke 2:35 (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.

Hedonism

garden of earthly delights 3
Hedonism in the garden
have you ever entered into its gates
and what did you find there
a rose or two
or a thorn with razor edges
Was your flesh a sponge
for dopamine to flood
and when the flooding
receded
did you crave it more
and wish to stay entrenched
or did something ever
come over you like
a wave of energy
that started screaming loud
from within the wells
of your being
that said
this is not the path to love
for some delights
in the end
are briars
you fall down within
only to find
in due time
the berries there within
poison the spirit
and lead the soul astray
into an oblivion
ecstatic but never lasting
11/30/2017

Women Rise

Women Rise
Women rise, for now is your time
So many men in their courting rituals
facing their actions,
and gaining attention
A wise one once told me
it all begins with the mothers
and I had to balk at that
thinking the blame was sorely misplaced
Yet when I think a bit deeper on that
I realize if women were to rise
and say no more
perchance they would teach men
how to treat them
It is time to re-evaluate
the needs of boys to men
we need to teach them
how to protect
and the only way to do that
is to reject their objectification
of our daughters
and most importantly
it starts with us
11/30/2017
Not to shift burden from men to act right, and be honorable fathers and men, but somewhere along the way, they were influenced by what women would allow them to get away with.

Shadow of my Back

Shadow of my Back
When you come in and out of my life,
you bring the shadows along with thee.
Why should I want to be reminded of the times when you and I were free,
but now what remains are ghosts of the past,
the lessons learned why would I want to revisit that?
I think at times you come around
and throw your things around, just to play a trick on me.
I say boo to you, now go along and find your treats,
for it is not sex you want, but just another piece of me,
my time, my energy, or something, I am not sure,
but this I know your ghosts are not for me.
I have sat with mourning our history,
not that I do not care for you,
it is just now I care more about me,
and I am avoiding shadows of the past from en-strangling me.
Once my lover now my friend as Fionna sings, what a cunning way to condescend. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMH…
Now please, I’ll be a friend, but not to be used,
nor play the fool for the games you play.
For when I have loved, it is natural to love,
but when I have been discarded one too many times,
I know when to shut my door.
Please my friend, you talk of charity,
but what do you give unto me.
I don’t cut others off,
yet when they waste my time endlessly,
day after day, and months on end,
the choice becomes a necessity
to remove the webs from within my domain.
My spirit unbound,
it flees from this monstrosity
generated by idle affairs,
not where my life will lead me,
from this grave I walk,
now please do not get offended,
but your deceit is not for me.
With eyes of love and actions of heart,
you took and turned to the dust of my bones,
and now in the wind I have blown away.
For when a man’s belly hits his spine,
he’ll stand up and be a man.
My cup runneth over in love,
yet my blood has been taken in vain,
and its time for me to seek what nourishes me,
and keep my treats for one who cherishes me.
The only gain I get is a muse to write about,
but in the end,
I need more than thoughts to carry me
and pages in a book to comfort me.
[Why would I want ghosts of the past to come in and out of my life,
once the lessons are learned,
its time to move on.
My thoughts when an ex wants to remain friends,
and come around to throw his trinkets around and lounge around for days,
to then go on to disappear for months to return again
just to bring the grave of our past to wash all over me again…and again…
no more…Boo!]
SHADOW OF MY BACK
Halloween is over baby boo,
you bring me nothing but a trick
and all your treats
you used up long ago
and no more
shall I entertain
giving my heart to you
when all you want is
a place to run
to hide for a day or two
while your other suitors
wait on you…
your ghost shadows
your departures
and I shall no longer
let them linger through my door
for somewhere in the graveyard
of distant memories
the morning never came
and undone we spun
no more spiders
in my web
your eyes
have poisoned me
and left bite marks in my heart
Your trinkets you leave
like insects in ensnared
but the catch is not me
out with the cobwebs
my house is clean
and no more shall
I let your shadow
haunt my hallowed
recesses of mind…
wrapping up my spine
with a bow
now go and find your own
for you never had my back
but I gave you mine
countless times
but I’ve shed this skin
and now it is my own to give
not to figments
but to the living
and to the real
and not to the fake
the one who always hides behind the mask
is now seen for what he is
a dalliance
but no more…
for I always had your back
but now
the shadow of my back
is yours to keep
11/29/2017

Tombstone Souls

Tombstone Souls

A musician friend stops by

He pulls his guitar out

Wants to share a few new songs

He sings about how people walk around

with tombstones in their eyes

Yesterday I decided to drive by

an old house full of memories

of where it all began (contemplation of lost souls)

that is the angst for me

to look back and see

the first wolf

who came at me

it made an impression on my mind

something that made me stop

and analyze many things after that…a bit magnified

 

the things people do

that kill and rob joyful spirits

and I realized

There are many who walk around

with tombstones in their eyes

and they will come at you

just to have their way

to make them selves feel alive

but something inside them strangles

they see the energy of others

they want to drown in it

to make them feel

something

like something they use to know

yet inevitably it does not last

as they cling to their zombie past

 

for me I think the message is clear

something akin to avoiding negative people

yet they cloak it so cleverly it’s hard to sometimes see

something akin to testing the spirits

yet be cautious in those endeavors

for not to reign down more more troubled waters

for how does one really do that with integrity tell me that

 

Is it true that damaged people damage others

I think not if their heart has balanced perspective

yet often possibly if they have not sifted through it all

and stepped out of that cloak that others tried to drape them with

they’ll sit with the weight of their own crown keeping them down

twisted energies wrapping around….too crippled never rising

It is an innocence to rediscover all the while

understanding how the loss of innocence leads to knowledge

to keep one’s heart light on

when the winds of the world want to snuff it out

 

yet be wise in who you lead out, and always lead thy self first and foremost

for some will accidentally drown out the flame with their tears and not understand

the pain was only meant to direct change

just a temporary exchange…

not to choose to live within its bounds for an eternity…

yet some it seems certainly do walk around with tombstones in their eyes

for me, I realize I must learn to recognize

these energy vampires

 

does this mean to not help others

not at all, but sometimes

people have to learn to help themselves

and it is all about the lenses of their perceptions

sometimes you have to be brave enough

to hand them a new pair of glasses

and then walk away

and keep your heart light on from a distance

to keep the joy in your spirit

and the light in your own heart

shining bright

 

or else you risk

tombstones being planted in your soul

as they try to give their pain away

blindly not seeing

it is their own light

in their own eye

they need to cultivate

and use to radiate

love wherever they go…

to keep stakes from being

splintered in hearts…

 

a stripping to the core

to see what lies buried there

in the garden of hearts

or the graveyard of sin…

how to do this, where to begin…

watch a man’s actions

is a start

 

for his heart will lead him

eventually

either into realms of beauty

or into pits of disdain

 

where in the end

he is to blame…

for the choices

he makes

will seal his fate

 

and your choices too

will affect your countenance

 

Take not on their darkness

Run not with dogs

Wake not up with fleas

and diseased ways

clouding each day

Zombie land is not for the living…

 

Dead hearts need light

for the flame of their soul

to reflect in their eyes

the true mirrors

of their being

 

Watch in silence

and their actions will speak

and listen to the sounds of silence

and your heart will speak

 

11/25/2017

 

The walking dead around avoid, for they have the capacity to inadvertently drain your energy, and make you just like them. Such creatures are to be avoided at all costs.

 

Little did he know the words he sang would open my eyes to start seeing how soulless the actions of some are and so unaware they are of acting this way too.  The time and synchronicity in connecting the dots was duly noted.

Did Time Invent Death? (Contemplation)

Did Time Invent Death Contemplation

When man invented time, he invented death.

 

Is this a valid premise, I pondered when this saying was shared with me.

 

I share my thoughts written out about this from May of 1998 as follows:

 

I was thinking about this….when man invented TIME, he invented death statement…

 

AND….Man did not invent death when he invented TIME, unless time was invented at the SAME TIME that man was CREATED. If TIME was created after man was created, then the death of man was already in existence before man established a correlated meaning for TIME.

 

AND…As the BIBLE says, or EVEN GREAT thinkers and POETS there is a SEASON FOR THIS AND A SEASON FOR THAT…AND Seasons are directly related to trans-formative cycles of birth and death according to this thinking.

 

SO does love DIE or does it transform, because statements to the effect that love dies, and autumn’s send directly introduce an element of time where death is a factor.

 

Personally, I think that time is independent of death. I feel the spirit is always evolving whether it is in the body or out of the body.

 

Example: Did she die at the age of 70, at noon on a Sunday? Or did she leave us to go on to other planes of existence, and does the death of a piece of flesh of 70 years old, kill the spirit? I say No. And does LOVE ever DIE, NO….because to say it does would be erroneous, and make love completely dependent on TIME.

 

Just thoughts….

Furthermore…

 

If TIME was created before Man, then man comes into a dimension of the universe where TRANS-FORMATIVE CYCLES of BIRTH AND DEATH are PRESENT. The flesh may have to operate in this dimension, and be caught in it, but the spirit moves through it and beyond it.

 

Still, MAN did not CREATE TIME…

 

It could be argued that the invention of Death came with SIN/imperfection. Yet that can be argued another way, that sin/imperfection served the purpose to implement the drive to not SIN/to become perfect, in order to be immortal on some evolutionary plane in a generative cycle of birth that can be attained at any given instant dependent on the individual which is independent of time. The cycle is just reflective of the state of the individual, and the cycle is without beginning and without end, it is a circle of complete being.

 

Just like LOVE…it exists on all dimensional planes and is immortal, and can be attained at any given instant dependent on the individual.

 

If man could grasp the ability to peer at the complete circle of his being…man would witness the trans-formative cycles of his very own love, and other experiences, and see that they are representative that love and all his experiences never die because they are in the circle of his being existing immortal and eternal.

 

This would support prophets who have said that man does not change…

 

You see man and everything he is…is eternal and immortal…each experience fixed, it cannot be undone!

 

I will go further to say we are the same as we have always been, but that the spirit experiences more and more, and it is through these experiences that we add to the circle of our being independent of the level. So in essence we are what we have always been as spirit and through the state of man we attune with energy again and less with man, all relative to each individual cycle we attune with along the spiral that is at the core of all existence.

 

As each individual evolves cyclically his circle of being becomes almost nothing, yet the energy of that nothingness expanses the entire universe.

 

And as far as perfection and imperfection are concerned, everything in the universe has PERFECT purpose and ORDER, no matter HOW chaotic and opposed things appear to BE.

 

PERHAPS…those who STAND by the position that love dies, may have their flesh caught in the web of TIME, and their spirit may not be operating independently of TIME.

 

Just more thoughts on the matter….

 

Whether my thoughts are right or wrong is not important where I am judged by others, because in some respects those terms of right and wrong are illusions upon which judgments can be made. Most importantly is for man to judge himself according to his own divine being not according to the judgments of someone else. Since when should I let judgmental “norms” outside myself dictate to me how to think? It is precisely the judgmental norms that I work diligently on discarding when I feel after much “fair” introspection, they are opposed to what my divine being thinks.

 

I don’t expect anyone to agree with me or accept what I think….as I am evolving and what I think may make sense to some and may not to others. The thoughts I have may transform into new states of awareness…upon which thoughts I have expressed can be a springboard for other thoughts…trial and error. Fascinating thing is that because of evolutionary cycles that occur, I can look back on the circle of my existence at any given point and see what gave birth to new cycles and growth.

 

It is often that our greatest successes are born of our mistakes.

 

I don’t claim to have the answers for anyone. I am just growing and understanding what is of importance to me. In my growth, I share my thoughts because…WHO KNOWS…it may strike chords of consciousness in someone else where they can add to my awareness based on their experiences…and vice versa.

 

I will always look for unifications and respect diversity as I learn to accept diversity. Part of my acceptance for diversity is learning to focus on unifications so that some sense of unity can be attained where all can be respected for their own individuality!

 

(I shall stop at sharing what was once written, as I go off into writing about diversity, and finding unified threads)

 

 

Note (November 21, 2017) Contemplating about past conversations and my own unresolved thoughts:

 

It is interesting too to note, I wrote about time shared in another piece that was written when I was around the age of 20.

 

The above contemplative discourse was in response to me asking me someone their age. They retorted that the older women in India might slap your face if you asked them their age, for they say when man invented time, he invented death…

 

You see…when you accept this notion of time…..there is a time to be born, go to school, find a mate, get married, have children, retire, and die…etc

 

Watch your thoughts on time, for when you recognize time, you recognize your own death.

 

A VERY Interesting concept to ponder independent of whether the premise is ultimately valid or not, for perchance it was not man who invented time, but time that invented death. AND if the laws of conservation of energy and mass hold truth…then there is no time and there is no death, for all that has been is all that ever is, and will remain to be, as it undergoes transformations. Can the mind escape time? I think it can, if one recognizes time is an illusion….for what if there is no beginning and end…just transformations….an eternal immortality…perchance.

 

Perchance our immortality embodies flesh going into and out of time, yet our soul operates on levels independent of time.

Shall I Die

burlesque
Shall I die
Fall at your feet
And weep
In agony I cry
in love my heart breaks
To see my love’s heartache
What shall I do
As a result
Of all the pain I have caused
I weep
Shall I fall at your feet
And die
I cannot lie
I have been wrong
In so many ways
Maybe I don’t belong
in the graces of your company
I have been wrong
My mistakes slap me in my face
My stupid insecurities
My stupid in-sensitivities
I have failed you
What can I do
Erase myself
From your memory banks
If I leave
Will that set you free
I don’t want to go
I want to help you
In this fight
I will give you my life
I do not want to kill
Your dreams
I have been wrong
In all my fears
In all my rage
In all my erroneous
Judgemental ways
I want back in your heart
I want to hold you tenderly
(Name) my love
My life
I have been so wrong
Now I know
Just how wrong
And my life
Just does not fit
Shall I go
Will that
Ease your pain
I die out here alone
Without your love
I am lost
The cost
Of my ways
Has burdened
Our souls
I am torn
And dismayed
To my inner core
What have I done
To you
I have to undo
It is my duty
To you
To know
To respect
To trust
To honor
You in all your ways
My love is at your feet
My heart is in your hands
Our life together is in your command
I will hold your love up high
I will cherish your heart
Never will I part
I have been so wrong
For I threw you around
Toyed and let fear overtake
My mind’s playground
The jokes have been on me
All my dirty puns I threw back to you
I did not know what I threw to the ground
I will pick up the pieces
One by one
By introspection
I will look
At every one
I will polish
it new
So I may be worthy
To stand by you
Here I lay
Hear me pray
What shall I do
To take care of you
I love you so much
I will die for you
I wonder now
If I am dead in your mind
I cannot bare the thought
Of the damage I have done
Will we walk
Will we talk
Will we love
Will we live
I am so sorry
At my evil ways
My heart rips out
And is at your feet
I want to be strong
I want change
All I want is to make
Everything Right
I cannot eat
I cannot sleep
I cry
Shall I fall at your feet
And die
Tonight death’s door
I contemplate
Too easy the flesh dies
I will not give in
To the spirits that rob
And lie in wait
To see me fail
Tonight the pain of wrongs
Must be mourned
And cut out
Piece by piece
To whittle my heart
So it will fit
Back in its proper place
Home in your heart
I yearn to belong
I have been so wrong
My love please
Wash me clean
For I take responsibility
For all this pain
What shall I do
I lay in wait
And death’s door
Do I contemplate
3/26/1997
(Picture chosen for it’s dramatic pose, for when one questions death, one has practically landed into a dramatic realm, a realm where one must stand back up and not fall over backward by giving up.)
Video of Criminal by Fionna Apple that was popular at the time…

A-Man

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Mister Amen man, using the hands of a child…
Behind the door the master saw your deeds
The shaving cream and the heat,
no amount of water running down
will drown out that sound…
the knocking on the door will not cease….
You’ll want in
and then you’ll see
the child washed
in innocence is clean
and come to understand
why you’ll be standing
outside the gates
and who her Father is
and what you did…
on the other side of the lake
eternally you’ll wait…
until the fires burn out your sins…
and will you even remember my name…
says the soul of the child…
when you face your fate…
will you bow on knee
as in a pew to suffer your sorrow
to ask forgiveness
or will you the hypocrite
stand upright and shout Amen…again!
November 21, 2017
(52 years ago)

Play-Boy

 

16 american playboy

So interesting how the pursuits of men

is getting so much attention

As a young girl

I found my stepfather’s stacks of playboys

Peering within

I wondered is this what men want

I would read them, the do’s and don’ts

the articles, the cartoons, and the bios

and look at the spreads

Prepubescence budding

taking it all in

It is not like I had not seen what a man wants

for you see at a young age

the Christian man and his family of men

indulged in their senses

the man a deviant

his nephews just curious

I shall leave it at that

How was I to know

He should not have been asking for that

Men and their sexuality

to drive them to procreate

is this only natural

and what did Hugh say about that

He put it in the open

the lusts of the flesh to fulfill

Somewhat later Madonna did too

where she took the reigns

and said women can have their fair share

I lived in an age

where men would want to give

women quaaludes

so many were living in their skin

snuffing poppers to drown

the soul and quell the resistance

and the messages all around

made it all seem like that was okay

something needed to be free

In the sixties, make love not war

at least had a spiritual thread

buried somewhere

in the peace movement

yet free sex, swingers, and orgies

came ushering forth into the seventies

where the culture was making it the norm

Certainly as a teen I had my share of experiences

Yet, through it all the eyes of a child

and a young woman at heart

learned that pleasure without love

has such futile rewards

now we have all genders, transgenders

and all making the norm

yet we have taped conversations

of men grabbing women by the pussy

to flavor our day

to make us see

that something certainly went amiss

now is this any one entities fault

when it was a culture

and a drive

for men to conquer all at the helm

it is so hard for me to fathom

empty pursuits

yet hormones and vanity come into play

to be desired at the crux

I have to ask where in these drives

is the innocent man

and where is the woman he was born to protect

some cultures see the flesh as so powerful to cloak it

to preserve it behind the veil

and some tend to think that is barbaric

what has happened to the reasoning of men

what has happened to the chastity of women

Playboy is dead

can you not see

with all the disease

and strife created

where man wars with his flesh

and demons opiate

to make him think

women to drink is okay

a toast to Hugh held high

and where women change men

like shirts of the day

a hail to Steinem to liberate

certainly education is the key

yet laws making what comes natural a crime

indicate something is a amiss

society does not want to pay

for the images it has portrayed

that has led so many astray

where men will kill

and tell women it is okay

to rip their flesh from their womb

I tell you now

there will be hell to pay

unless we wake up

and see our way

out of this sin

 

11/21/2017

 

Thought: We don’t need to crucify men for being men, yet we need more education in these matters, not only for them but for women as well.