real in you

Escape into the everyday and become substantial, whole, and embraced by the uncommons. Stand tall above the shortness of it all and glide by the summerside with laughter in your heart. Both sides of the road have well wishers, the thing is sometimes they are in the back of the crowd and you can only see their fingertips. All you need is one grasp, one touch from something true, and all unreal things can become real in you.

soulies

I am interested in what goes on, on the inside. I am interested in people who find the time to look beyond the world as they see it; to see the world for what it is;9 and gather information from sources that are not exterior to the self. These places are real and you know you remember them because you think about them when you have the time to do so. This place is of particular interest8 to me because it is the actual place where the human soul lies.2

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People are too self conscious to dance; too spiritual to care; and for that matter, too full of self hatred to make time for pleasant things. Pleasantries get in the way of progress for those who look forward to the spiritual life. I suppose that is a comfortable hiding place in an all white world where 20 year old models throw themselves off roof tops. Yep, there is always something better in the unknown.

stupid people

Racism is for people who have emptiness inside; who are afraid of themselves, and who have been trained to be that way. The emptiness comes from learned behavior with primary caregivers; or those who are legally responsible. Being afraid comes from learned behavior with no reason behind the reasoning. And training comes from collaboration with those you call friends. Racism is an excuse used by the uninformed, unknowing, and unaware portion of the population.

forever mined water

The mind is at the helm of absolutely nothing. Those who say the mind only knows what you tell it are saying those words in the context of having a good day, and nothing more. That is why those words don't mean dippidy doop to me. The mind is simple because people are simple. Oh... as much as we all would like to think how special we are; and some of us have some pretty nice qualities, the truth is, the mind is mostly water that is being sucked in a downward motion from the gravitational pull of earth and time. Thoughts change; feelings change; we all change, yet we are trained to remain the same. If we are so smart, then why would we lock ourselves in with someone we know one day we will no longer care about? What kind of mind would allow something like that to happen? I will tell you: A very simple one; which is proof positive of the minds' simplicity. Therefore, the mind cannot be at the helm of crickity crack, shmickity schmack! The one thing we have to look forward to is to be a part of the Earth-literally! So get over yourself and begin anew without those little voices telling you,"you can't do that!" Tell them to go fuck themselves in the back of a big brown van!

raspberry

The spoils of a good life often bring tears manifested in various ways. The best we can hope for is to have the largest proportion of tears falling on the laughter side of the spectrum; the opposite being anger. Tears mixed with laughter brings forth the minute by minute, second by second, experience with God. Tears mixed with anger are the hardest of the teardrops because with each one comes the feeling of losing a part of what makes you whole- your soul.

take it away samuelson

In time, back when the nights were jam packed with difficulties and sleep was a dream itself; now you see things have not changed much inside yourself. Have you noticed how you carry time with you wherever you go? Are you aware that you are a testament to time? Did you know as you get older things change? That said, why would you hold on to something that is no longer valuable to you? Did you know that you die in the end and you can't take anything with you- except anger? The Gods don't even want your anger and discontentments; jealousies and frustrations. You get to keep all that shit for yourself!

deceitful

You may find it difficult one day to continue at the pace you are moving at now. You may find a day when you realize the values you were taught were a big lie. You may find it difficult to swallow that big steak one day because you will be too old to go back and redeem yourself. You may look in the mirror and see the real you and not like what you see; regardless of what you say to other people, how you dress, or what kind of ice-cream you like. You may wake up tomorrow and say to yourself,"I have been pissing away my life for the sake of other peoples lies and deceitful practices." Then what?

shell in decor

the sweeping movements of the heart move regularly through the measurement of society with all its functions, manifestations, and superficial nuances of grace and dignity. It always shows itself, even when the intent is not to do so. The more you try and hide your heart, the more you show the emptiness inside. That is fine if you have someone to trust. If not, you will remain a shell in decor phased out from the intention of god.

more than me

My empty mine runs fluidly, like a rug in the water. The things I have, the things I enjoy, are all empty and yet I value it all so very much. I look at those who have not what I have, and I see joy. The joy I see does not float like the rug; it does not heap piles and piles of shit on top to make it seem like everything is all spiffy like; the joy I see is real for those people and that is why they smile more than me.

for arts sake

There is nothing on the planet more valuable than art. It is the one thing that makes us individuals. Many folks do not see themselves as artists; they immediately say,"I am not an artist, I can't even draw." The fact is, art is in all things and in all minds at all times. From art all things happen.
Once something is conceptualized, it must then be allowed to form itself. Abandoning all pre-conceived notions on what art is or should be will kick open doors that, at one time, did not exist. Once those doors open, the world changes forever. However, sometimes the light inside is too bright and we lose our sight. There is where the art takes place. The moment vision is taken, that is the moment when you must rely on your insides; and it is from the insides that art takes its form and shape, color and style. 98.2

sameness reigns

I see the people around me and wonder what they are thinking. I feel them in a spell. I feel them in a trade wind I cannot tell. They are taken by the presence of something better on the way, but what that is I cannot say. Disappointment will be in favor of those who need and those who do not shall remain the same- forever.

aahhh!

There is always time to shoot for the flag, but in reality it is all about putting the ball on the green somewhere so you can have a shot at birdie or par. If the ball finds its way elsewhere from time to time, chip it in if you can. If not, chip it someplace good so you can make the next shot. It does not have to be pretty and the style must be your own. The part you play, the role you take, is that of your own make. Once you own it, you can excell at it. From that place you can pull a Miagi and accomplish anything! lol 98.2

treeless

I had an epiphany today and it leads me to believe that people are out of their tree completely. I am out of my tree, you are out of your tree; our trees are completely free from people like you and me. LLC 98.2

falling

It is 4 in the morning. The tv is on but the sound is low. The fan blows on level three keeping it nice and cool in my room."Click click click click" then "tap tap tap tap" on the window by my feet. I think it is the tv, but it is something far worse than any fictious program. What is tapping on the outside of my window is desperation. She is dressed with the stench of her past that has now threatened the spring-time of her new forms and shapes; colors and draperies. Yes, she is form-fitted and ready to pursue one of her last momentary lapses of consciousness; this one is item number B14732. Tonights episode is "The love triangle, so now what?"
I get to hear how she has once again betrayed her true love by opening her legs up to another woman. I tell her,"Now listen, you need to think about the bigger picture that hangs on the wall of infinity." She quits her bitching for a second, loads up her right arm as if to hit something, and then proceeds to kick me in the balls as hard as I have ever been kicked before. I fell gasping for air. I could see the light and hear the music. It was truely magnificent and I was prepared. Anything was better than the pain I had at that moment in time.
She yelled,"Oooh, hey, are you ok?" How could I speak, I was a dead man. She fell to her knees as I started turning blue. She kept saying,"stay with me, breathe, breathe!" I finally caught some air and began to breathe. I needed to check and see if I could still pee so I walked slowly and with great pain to the side of the building nearby to see if there was still a jingle to my jangle. There was no success and my life was forever changed and all because I said she needed to look at the infinitive picture or something like that.
I still hear the sound of her foot impacting with great force some things that are very near and dear to me. I still hear the tapping noises in my sleep.To this day if I hear anything that resembles those sounds, I will fall to the ground like a freshly cut tree in the forest.

i push myself away

Never alone you desire to be. You want, you want, you want. Never more alone shall you be than when you fulfill your self fulfilling prophecy. Inside you know there is emptiness. Inside you know there is no body that can help you; the shield is too strong and has far too many bricks and blocks to take down. Your design is such that you can never be happy. Your desires, your wants, are of social design far removed from self. You have become an animal only to be measured by those who seek fulfillment on the big stage. The stage inside is of no consequence as you put yourself together for your daily roles and rituals that take you further and further away from you. 98.2 LLC

How fucking sad is that?

unhappy-by design

The systemmatic voices viewed in disarray limit our capacity, cage our minds, and our souls become sore from shots taken. Because we never allow ourselves full committment to any one thing in particular, we find ourselves seeking tranquility from awkward spots that are not accomodating in design for the often untravelled road of suspects. The suspects are people who seek their personal fulfillments in life that often run contrary to what is considered the norm. The backlash created by those who have not the courage to do the same is often wordy, misguided, and sad.
Never seek advice, or take it, from someone who has never had the balls to be the person they really want to be. These are the real suspects and they do more damage from their dark spots than anyone could ever do from places of designed light.
The systemmatic voices inside our heads are designed for a specific purpose; but the purpose is to take, use, and misuse the void created by our everlasting desire to look better than we feel inside. The emptiness is created by the systemmaticness of our culture and our desire for more stuff-by design. Most people are suspects because they have at the ready, prepackaged excuses for their actions. This is what sad people do and this is why they all walk together and remain vigilant in their desire to be unhappy-by design.

stripped pants and orange slippers

My uneasy patterns deny me the right to become the man I once was. As a child, it was the garden that gave me the most joy. In the garden every morning I would check for cracks in the soil to see if my carrots or lettuce or watermelons were coming. I remember vividly how it made me feel as if I were a part of something greater than myself. The garden taught me how to watch over and care for something that had life and value. It was not a requirement mind you; my folks encouraged enthusiasm for things so long as those things were not hurtful to people. I was fortunate enough to have a great neighbor who had corn growing in his back yard and he was the one who inspired me to start a garden for myself.
The garden was my single solitary place where everything else in my life was simply not there- and I was content. I grew as we all do and developed patterns contrary to my garden space. I became one who took more than I should and I made nothing but lies and created nothing but cries. I became a selfish young man with desires and fires burning inside that ushered in more representatives from the darkness: These are the spiritual entities that guide people through the tough times cloaked and spiteful on the inside with a specific design in mind.
I finally reached an age where I could no longer tolerate myself and decided to find my original way. I had to go back to the times when there was grace in my life. I needed to find rhythm again. I found my place but it no longer requires water and stares. My new space is a solitary one but the cracks come not from the ground but by the sounds that fill my ears and grind away my tears in the words that come through the spaces provided by the entities of the beautiful ones that require no deceit, no lies, and no ties that bind the imagination and turn the soul in the wrong direction. They are the ones who know that I have the same worth as a dandruff on picture day.
My uneasy patterns give me the right to be the individual I am and have become. I fall in no lines and yet I wear stripped pants and wear orange slippers everytime I leave the house. 98.2 LLC

shaken only stirred

What is real can never be set on top, tagged with hand written numbers in some shop. What is real can never be measured, spaced, or lined with lace. What is real contains salt from tears of experience that come with time and heart felt thoughts concerning those who are most dear. What is real can bring a joyful tear, which is one of the best things in life. What is real can never be seen; it can only be felt on the inside like a dream. What is real sticks inside forever and when you try and shake it, you will find it cannot be shaken; it can only be stirred. 98.2 LLC

daily smoothover

We engage in dialogue so that we may make clear our individual perspectives, but rarely are these perspectives representative of ourselves. We always act on behalf of others in some way, shape, or form. Because of our longterm committments and circumstances through which we derive sustenance in the end, we become lost in our fulfillment of our number one long term committment. It is in this way we adjust in our ignorance as we age. We accept us for the roles we take on and see no reason to look beyond the guards we employ to keep us safe in our committment, safe in our way, safe for now but itching inside for a new design while hope flavors the days daily dish. 98.2 LLC