the weather is yearning for more. with a high of love and a low of loneliness. there is a 40% chance of an explosion of irritated frustrations with the annoying stupidity of some people. john lennon once said some thing along the lines of this -the protestor of today will become the dictators of tomorrowthis is so true. we build things up, and the protestors come and tear them down. then rebuild them in their vision. this is a cycle that will eventually end, but when? it will only end when everyone is on the same level. when every one has evolved.
Some where, in recent years, i have lost all normal concept of -TIME. Past, present, futurethey are all happening right now‌ all at once. but we only choose to see it one moment at a time. the here and now. but most folks drown in the past while stressing about the future, losing the here and now. every moment is beautiful and should be enjoyed to its fullest extent. even if the moment is an argument between two lovers. there is still beauty in the interactions of the lovers. and it should still be enjoyed and experience. you gain wisdom through experiencing. in this- every one is wise in some manner of thoughthe couch potato for exampleits wise about sitting in front of the television. probably even has the time slots for its favorite show memorized. i am grateful for ALL my experiences in life. i learn and grow from them. i love them, and carry them with me - alwaysevery thing goes, so it goes. i will continue to take every breath in as far as it will allow, and i will continue to push it back out. the sun rose this morning. it was just as beautiful as every other time i sat and watch it. as it climbed above the city skyline‌ i smiled. not because i was happy‌ but because every thing is as it is and i will continue to go on. all i can do is sit back and enjoy the ride. "we are floating on a ball in space, we are living in a miracle" dr. bob.
some times every thing just... ...seems to get to me. and it feels like i am going to explode into a billion tiny little pieces. none of this makes any sort of sense to me. i can not seem to fit in the groove. i feel like a weed. i was not given the choice to grow here, i just landed and sprouted. i am a weedthe thing you pull out at the roots because it does not fit into your perfect little plan. i make my own rules. i follow my own non existent plan. i grow because thats what my mother {nature} tells me to do. she is every thing. there are so many distractions put in place
to keep our flowers from
blooming. televisions- tell you how to think and feel. what to eat, buy, wear, put on your skin. billboards, radio stations, thirst, magazines, news papers‌ and so on. its every where!!! where ever you look- some one is trying to sell you something they tell you that you "NEED." so now you can never have all your "needs" met. cause your wants will never end. you are now a slave to money.
December 25th 2006 I woke up so early in the morning. 4:30 am. to a dark grey sky with the rain drops falling on my face. only to drive five long hours to see you. and when i arrived i was denied. told there was nothing i could do‌ nothing at all. so i stood there in the rain‌ that covered my tears. its been weeks since i seen you last and who knows when the next time will come. -this american government system is totally fucked-
sunday august 01 2010 3:33pm
resin hits we manifest our own reality. we can manifest our dreams. but only when we believe we can. when we know we can we have the power. WE ARE GODS! eachwith its own reality to manifest. what our mind stores as collected data of its view and perspective or the world - variesfrom person to person to per son. the beautiful blue flowers on the weeds only bloom in the morning sun. too bad most folks only see them from the light of the moon. never ever taking the time to see their true beauty {because} they are too busy losing their own. fits of anger- oh how we cry like we are still little childrensucking on our mothers‌ where do we go from here? this side walk may have come to an endbut my path keeps going.
there are far too many beauty salons in this world. every one is too worried about outward appearances that they lack the inner beauty it takes to sustain happiness. its quite sad. really, all the unhappiness in this world...it could all go away if people got over being afraid... afraid to love... themselves... and every one the same.
There is an old aged woman, about 80 or so, that i see from time to time around town. She wears these white gloves on her hands, and a black feathered fancy hat upon her head, as she drags a cart full of bottles she has collected. she never seems to have a final destination, as though she is just wandering to waste time, since time is all she has. her husband has been long gone, off to that "better place" perhaps. and her kids, they have forgotten her, in exchange for their busy unfullfilling working lives. weather it is summer, or winter,
she is always wearing the same warm clothes.
There once was a manhe found god. he was happy. he loved himself and every one aroundfar and near. he loved all animals, plants, rocks, dirt, the same. then this man met a woman. she stole his heart. along with his mind. she consumed his every thought... driving him to the point of madness. he did not know how to handle the situation the feelings the intense emotions. it was all brand new, like nothing her had ever experienced.
so many kids being brain washed. spitting the same capitalist bullshit their heros have been spoon fed since birth. they are stuck in a cycle that keeps eating its own tail and shitting it out againonly to eat its shit again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again