Orgamanage

it would seem my words come

when thoughts echo in time

of what is a handful of air

gathering these in the breeze

living life like the trees sway

with a fire deep under us all

some crawl free in the dirt

like farmers and their tools

like rulers and their weapons

madness in familiar song

hate is not a thought had

having feelings like leaves

after seeing the past lives

staring at the future sun

belief has made blind lions

fear in the eye of a storm

love in a time of giving

lying in lines to be kings

reaction without meaning

culture without symbols

religions without consent 

a temple becomes capitol 

a moon worshiped in darkness

a statue created for a monster

swimming in clothes

naked in the stormy sea

surviving building boats 

what we feel is law

what we feel is art

what we feel is worthy

if you find a penny there

can you pick it up and stare

would you spend it anywhere

weighing every tired soul

valued when owned

ignored when left alone

swinging fists for ghosts 

what seems to find one 

a sight of enemy found

hating anything in memory

wandering island in night

what then wakes one found

when sorrow is a poem

and life is sung aloud

are these sides to a coin

shadows in the temple

sermons on the mount

are these sides to a coin

sheep surrounded by wolves

wolves surrounded by bears

bears surrounded by men

men surrounded by angels

angels surrounded by heaven

heaven surrounded by darkness 

Beast of Burden

"Great deeds, great songs." ~ Klingon proverb

(1/3) Object

It has this air of time, this replication of what my readers are, on this day of days, tired of exaggerated extents and the beleaguered buoyancy to partial efforts in half measures, when not writing anything proves more worth. This further assists believers, further detracts dissenters, and proves in and of itself that anything can be written and no point be made. Thus, my goal is to stem the world from being swept away in sensation, but more than ever, prove that an essay about nihilism is equally pointless. It's an entirely absurd definition to face compulsion to write without hunger and then share describe it as such to those who have a hunger to write, so let the irony return.

In your electronic years, like garden plants whose seeds ruin their ability to fruit or whose flowers ruin their ability to extend roots, altho those things are true to the final form, having an evolving perception of something true as pure sunlight and making it responsible for actions unjustifiable to ourselves, often enuf.

(2/3) Verb

An internalization soon explodes on the world, without learning the social construct, without imagining the oppression of hive singularity, and avoiding the vast chasm of ignorance provided by defining the universe without going there. There is room to disagree with this, this isn't an irreversible pattern or outside force, it is not an irreversible mechanism. Perhaps it is and shouldn't be, perhaps it isn't and should.

The words confined to our human ideas, the ideas confined to words that aren't needed yet, in the minds of you and others, as are you and others in these simple words, part of a structure no more than grammar no less than sounds. The truth as a function of itself, or in reverse, echoes across reality, whether the depths of space already too large to imagine and forever impossible to complete, for there is no energy for that, so we form ideas of words and words of ideas and begin recording them all.

Wonders to be seen from the upper atmosphere, binary indicators 1 and 0 not only too small to see but indecipherable in magnetic form, and across the pages of books of oldest kings with the largest empires. Nothing new, nothing old, and nothing corrupt. Just the truth as we see it, no matter how many lies. The bird who flies toward the sun still sleeps in every night.

(3/3) Subject

These things in a fictional existence brought into being beyond the physical barrier, where you not to see them for yourself, incredible visions told to people in a moment, in person, on the network, remind me of what should be closer. The burden of proof not a requirement for fiction, but some illusion cannot be dissolved, the objective truth in the perspective lie, a shadow of its former self. It is the type of word that indicates its roots which eludes memory, but means to have only been written down because it is fact. As the point of all this escapes me.

The emperor writes a book and generals praise it's value in the present and bookworms value it in the past, just as a roof is praised then needs repairing. Like the need for books is passed from teacher to student of reading, there can only be time to import the essential nature. A dictionary does this, a liar does not. This entry has become more about memory and desire, and the luxury has been lost, if there is something of it worth repeating so shall it be done, and in the darkness a dawn, and in the heroes a song, so that the truest of words may be spoken, and the rantings of imbeciles be viewed as nature and not a poem.

"Only a Sith deals in absolutes" ~ Obi Wan Kenobi 

/mjbanks

Contractus Socialis

"Every man has a property in his own person. This nobody has a right to, but himself."
~ John Locke

The 'news' says there was a free speech rally today in Boston, Massachusetts, it also is informing that there is a counter-free-speech protest assembled and about to confront them. One outside and singing liberty, one outside and howling mad. We shouldn't have so many emotions that we escape enlightenment. 

Protesting is yet another form of free speech. To protest free speech is, without a doubt, the dumbest thing I've ever heard in the entirety of my existence, from the bottom of my heart. The second dumbest thing I've ever heard is from the same report, which says the ironically so-called anti-free-speech protesters are objecting to a controversial rally. I can't for the life of me believe that free speech is controversial, perhaps the content of words, but not free speech, an affectation of higher lifeforms. One, such as a human, could argue that this higher thought process afforded to, arguably, most of the human race, is an anomaly or aberrant evolutionary fluke that promulgates distinct loquaciousness, in that human speech and thought is an accident in any case, but I wager that anyone objecting to free speech isn't actually having thoughts or speaking from a lucid state. 

This dream-filled illusion I call my home, you will come to know by hook or by crook, is not the self-absorbed and self-important medieval war zone of the old world your cousin-fucking ancestors slowly departed when they heard of the great west, because this is the home of something entirely new. You were born into this land where everyone who gets a trophy in a competition meant for one grew to become the spoiled multitiered aristocrats imagining everyone doing what everyone says like an absurd parliament of baby birds barking at the rising sun, but that light has set on a safely forgotten world. 

Free speech is genetic, not political. The advocates the freedom of speech defend your very right to speak against them, if your minds have not melted under the heat of your own insanity consider this, they defend the right to speak against their own failures, and in by noticing what is wrong bring themselves closer to what is right. The spiritual many cry between the moons for those of you who don't understand this. 

 

It is an idea very old, before history, and before learning, where dawn shows mist nurturing the plants of the world, and where the living sleep and then wake to begin their daily cycle. There are those who open their eyes and pain without others to wake with them for playing in the beginning of this new time, whose sight sees the world in front of themselves, and never what is behind them, and so is good to have others share the knowledge of glory. 

If you do not defend them, who will defend you....? 

Contrivant

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I'm not going to generally be worried about this next part, you can quote me, i feel safe saying what I do.

The spectator patriotism of raunchy dissent from liberals over the rule of law that approaches their fair-whether sense of smell, considering the last eight morose years, is absolutely delightful. Uninterrupted sentences giving me liberty to not be interrupted is a bliss, i rarely get to argue that the problem is endemic of the Tourette's, and not the other way around. I forget what I was saying, moreover, it sparks the manipulative side of me, as it does the motivating row in political diatribe, like an outright tantrum when it's just a game.

I'm in a reading mood, perhaps I'll start with the pale classics and work my way clockwise.

Too much acid burdens the skin, weakens the body's cells inside and out to cancer, and we must be clean. So we drink the proper ph water and eat the proper foods, in too much meat we could scour the brain, but what if it were not enough vegetation, all that growth needs. It would take years for me to taper-off into eating only old growth, the remnants aiding life. What I feel is mine, my opinions, you cannot have them, I am not a sign on your journey, there is no perfect score to an incomplete test written by assuredly an imperfect person. If they cannot harvest, and knows not why, then might must be an option.

That must be it, the masses don't contribute to creating the remedial tests they take, whereas life is a test, they contribute as much.

I hope this finds you well, like taxes or stupid opinions, it's a tea whistle added to a crashing spaceship. There was this talk of fascism, not being sarcastic, I just don't think you ever adjusted out of the irony equation of a larger function. Fascism is more akin to corporatism and union prevention, nobody came to take your right of assembly, nobody came (hold on, didn't mean to make this so adult) and enforced a welfare-state that legitimized generational theft on a governmental level and with precision at an educational level. I'm getting ahead of myself, the healthcare companies wrote the healthcare laws, the lenders wrote the lending laws, the taxers wrote the tax laws, and it doesn't apply to them, that's literally fascism. You could get a stolen café espresso on your way out of Mussolini's house.

I'm not really giving anything away, i have the psychic version memorized and the physical version hasn't been written.

You can't hold your breath forever, you can't speak forever, breathing out is breathing in, and vice versa, this is equanimity. Active breathing proves much and learns little, stress brings deeper breaths, you can't be surprised at how others breathe unless you weren't paying attention. This starts to border on the tantra. but if you can't breathe i'd breath for you.

"Change - and everything is change; Nothing can be held on to - to the degree that you go with a stream, you see, you are still, you are flowing with it, but to the degree you resist the stream, then you notice that the current is rushing past you and fighting you. So swim with it, go with it, and you’re there. You’re at rest." ~ Alan Watts