Coarse and Closed

I am here and I wonder, 'how do I start an entry,' into this bottomless callous cavalcade of emotionless thoughts, differential substitution of introduction, what jalopy melancholy as it might seem, to every stylometry internet filter fastidiously and more so impertinently latched to deep sea cables at the order of the luddite mentats, fingerprinting where every cell phone, every metastasized metadata-driven click where keywords mill thru databases like worms, what my language pattern is, discreetly mine own, distinctly within the confines of randomization without ubiquity, to match these screeds to some other charlatan of epic proportions in every privacy shared compared against every whereabouts detailed, which in a sentence I cannot fray, but in a phrase I beg to say, where evolution is the river none dare to swim, this is opportunity to begin an eternity of information.

Me, I have a tea, a rooibos from one of the rose deserts, the tasting of colors red and black, the small threads put into a coffee filter and twisted, pinched with a clothespin and mounted perfectly within the brim. I was able to buy it because of capitalism, I was able to enjoy it because of communism, albeit ironically opportunely alone, and I am able to share the experience with you because of socialism. Ire brings me out, the way you insult my planet and harm these humans, the voices rage me with this again, these benefits of profit, these concerns of controlling, the compulsion of sharing the hybrid, to wit I make this of grammar, not of economics, not of equivalent exchange, not of emotions, because you seem to have no time for that.

The world is not a simulation for now. Perhaps it will be, perhaps it won't be, and that is also something else for somewhere else. If you wish, time could be frozen for everyone except you, or maybe you're the last person on the planet, odd, in any case you're reading this and I have something urgent to tell you. Let us say that your x-ism, mentioned above, serves a purpose, is embraced by society, can you say that it is not, it would mean that if socialism failed it was because you're too stupid to use it.

The manied results include, the idealist creation is not of commonality and origin within the voice of the people, by failure to recognize vastly complex yet brutishly heavy stoppages to its systematic mindless enforcement penalized yourself, and to no surprise, in ignorance punished all of those around you. It is by this very ignorance of your own recognizance, your personal reawakening into pointlessness that you damaged yourself without internal or external reflection, like pushing the wrong way on a door that isn't even a door.

There are the great things, love among them, sleep certainly has its importance, this tired yarn begs mention vitality, by which we damnedest, eat and breath, there is no law to command we love, we sleep, we consume and breathe, and in mention my sake of waxing poetic brings me to the level lower without substantiation, beautiful frontliners, you can't make it rain unless you're a cloud in the heavens. I am sacrosanct, supercilious and deleterious, but we do not censor, even in the desert we are not grains of sand, falling thru the hands of time or sliding in the hourglass, powerless to become mountains once again, we tell others the time, we carry oceans and rest like a gathering of galaxies, or in the fires we bond together to become the glass.

The tea stains the water, then the water is tea. 




















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Té Mélange

My light does not find me, 

and i am told to shine at endless space, 

chaotic expanse of wavelength, 

massive wave in storm of dawn,

universal light perceived not,

eyes like the sky beneath it all, 

stopped by aura and fauna, 

spirit and breath making memory,

a questionable approach to sight, 

changing future in this moment,

changing past in pure illusion, 

this celestial grace would perish, 

as a desire in a metaphor, 

broken by all that is impossible, 

a planet a ship or a star an empire,

or a galaxy a quaint fortress, 

like the desires of winds and roses,

endless gravity consumes light,

reflections of surfaces above current,

revelations of howling canyons, 

endless sand that cannot hold tears,

weightless songs of war saga,

pious emotion without shelter,

time hammering thru lies, 

sins staggering for vicious spies, 

a moment's posture rent,

castles at corners of circles,

bridges encircling wraiths, 

unable to hear the light,

maker's task to forge the heart, 

and carry the wisdom back, 

these relics of mystery boughten, 

a gotten fear to writing gramercy,

a bridling ire and libertine rage,

taking after the teft of sageness, 

the greed of things not about me,

I druther to let you have yourself, 

save putting arsenal amongst you,

forbade of all you desire,

farthest from the blades of grass,

farther than the final moment,

far more than can be known,

as far as the eyes can see,

made of the energy within existence,

so many words for word, 

and none of them with meaning,

surely if the gods are on high, 

we are beneath them all, 

grasping at clouds of mist,

stalling time denying action,

yet better to erode for beauty beneath,

they are sands of time,

and strands of timeless, 

for demands of timelessness, 

made echoes and postures, 

like raindrops and roots,

in this future nearly abandoned, 

for a handshake and a cup of tea.

Discontentia

The only place is the populace, the public house for privacy, to leave the secrecy in code; that place where conversation begins, a beginning of peaceful terms, and in this awakening where I share information only, those will not be endorsement other than their vessel, empty by the way of the dharma, delivered by the tao, and given to karma in all modes.

Wake, wrench your muscles like clothes of the spirit, prepare your coffee and envision nirvana, then do your taichi motions. When finished, drink your coffee and meditate on the western paradise.

Pack tools and archives, clothes and medicine, go and make plentitude in service to all modes.

Sample tastes and reflect, strengthen according to needs, have tea and be mindful of your thoughts; enter the vehicle of your transformation and continue to grow, avoiding attachment to gravity lift and be seen; feed your body and mind.

Plan ahead, revise your schedule, and establish yourself; watch success in action, study knowledge, find questions in lessons, make notes and complete goals; hunt your next target.

Yoga, code, write.