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Titanium,
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.
Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon.
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2.
July, june, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through.
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go,
I can tell you only see the surface - alligator nose.
Warm hearts and chilly toes,
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows,
hot fashion, eyes froze.
Ah, if you insist, then I suppose
I'll have to take you UP on everything that grows.
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself.
The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself.
No winners
No losers
No champions
No heroes
...just life
Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe
Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade.
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds grey.
Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.
If you only needed one, I’d offer you two,
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you.
And if you wanted to, i’d probably want to, too,
Cause making you smile, is all, I ever want to do.
I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you,
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue.
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually on second thought - let love be the orchestra,
Just read these words whenever your concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where your supposed ta.
Hmm...too cheesy? I know, please don’t tease me,
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy.
Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?
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The ironic characteristics I see hidden in my writings -with amazement -intrigues and
humanly fascinates me as I see both sides of the story book by page page by book I look
deeper into each next with curious hope in hopes to have one day a reason
As I think
I find it funny that I could care less in between these lines
But couldn’t have put more care into them
I put so much thought into my writing that it takes no time at all illuminating pages
showing you thoughts not touched by the conscious mind not poisoned by the media
second guessed rehearsed manufactured by another mans machine blackening my
instincts freedoms the peace of mind of a mind at peace
Where am I going round and round with these words I love I hate writing not to escape
but enter myself by the moon light bright snicker laughing at realization something I
already knew I know now teaching myself asking myself how? Why? What if?
What if I wrote just for me without any thought of you?
What if I wrote only because I know you think of me?
What if I thought about everything before I wrote it down first?
Well I would be a hypocrite then, wouldn’t I ?
Releasing thought faster than I can think of them giving birth to naturalism and purity
that was poetically murdered by the writers of society- authors of greed- is the only way
fashion in which I can portray the ecstasy of expression- emotion- the realness of freedom
I feel exuberant, happily joyous, magical- as truth drips from my eye onto the page
Evolution is upon is
Our way of communicating is primitive as I drown in what I wish u too breathe in royal
blue deepest part of the ocean- flying wishing star soaked epiphany relaxes me sitting
standing where I shouldn’t look where you are and tell me where we stand
In the moment
Only to be in another momentarily
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who are these people?
where did they come from?
i once heard that the margin, between the most intelligent human in the world, and
the most mentally challenged person in the world, was bigger
then the most mentally challenged person in the world, and
a monkey.
The human species is stupidly smart.
Creating space ships that pierce the atmosphere travelling through time, uncovering the
origin of the Universe
then we pollute the air so bad that citizens who dont smoke develope lung cancer.
mini microbiology, nutty nutrition, the discovery of the cell,
and ever since the discovery of the cell, it seems like we have wanted to kill, each and
every cell on the planet.
mechanical machines designed for convenience, home appliances to make life "easy"
yet in the end, it is these same machines that conveniently kill us.
the discovery of D.N.A, the human genome, meiosis, osmosis,
Its incredible to think that the same species who cracked the D.N.A code, is the
same species that kills each other continuously and fights religiously, that manipulates
the masses for profit and control, who pollutes every square inch of the world suffocating
the earth, suffocating and choking the very thing that has allowed us to grow and evolve,
and that has given us abundance over the years of existence that is our very home.
incredible.
human species......so smart we're stupid.
The creation of carbon fiber material, gigantic arcadiums and fanatical fashion
the dressing of manipulated puppets in toxic business suits and saturated Saturday night
sex apparel
crazy computers calculating peoples personality with quantum technological bio-
mechanics
The use of a spiders web to forge bullet proof vests
Designing solar panel platforms that with brilliance capture the suns energy
only after years of destructive idiot choice by the few powerful money hungry corporate
cancers to use fossil fuels for our energy needs
speed boats, race cars, go-karts, jet engines, monster trucks, cargo planes, war ships,
submarines, taxi cabs, trains, cruise ships, jet skis, snowmobiles,
lawnmowers, weed whackers, snow plows, zambonies, tractors, factories, steel plants,
all pumping toxic waste into our air, our environment, our lungs, our food supply, our
water
all items that are only really necessary within the monetary system
a world which is governed by money, and he who is most abundant with this
powerful, worth killing over, ugly, paper, is he who will have control over the sheep.
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My life is a Rollercoaster
My life is a rollercoaster
filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs,
crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving
at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back,
or smile, when they see me
not always the other way around.
So i go down, and crash for an instant
as my heart hurts of failed attempts
to try and communicate with the mindless.
Seconds later,
I smash into the sky the happiest ive ever felt
induced from a single thought
in a milisecond
a surge of energy electrifys my mind, tickles my bones
and shocks my senses leaving me enchanted,
exuberant and pure, grateful and delighted.
Thoughts of appreciation, for things i have,
for who i am as a person, and who
i have in my life,
flood my brain with chemicals of euphoric taste
and i feel like a million bucks without a suitcase,
loose and free.
With a million thoughts and feelings which will i choose?
Where do emotions come from, where are they born?
Are the sparked from thought?
Are they molded by sight?
Are they crafted by the mind?
I feel them.
I create them.
I forge them with tools.
Emotional blacksmith by the fire, learning
to synthesize desirable feelings only.
Positive re-inforcement of the mind
seems to be the key but copied, as feelings
of hostility and disgust sneak into my mind
bringing hatred and jealousy through the back door
contaminating my character.
Smoke stacks of media pollution burn inside my head
so i find myself more often these days
locked in my room with lit candles
in deep meditation within each deeper breath
the vandal disappears and i am left
with myself and nobody else,floating
becoming one with the universe, at
the same time i become one with myself.
The rollercoaster stops,
and so does time.
It doesnt start agin till i open my eyes.
So i keep them shut.
Communicating with the universe, thinking
of a single thought detoxifying my mind
pouring light onto my brain in buckets bright,
pure,
filled to the top,
i think of sharing this ride with with her,
for the ride is not important,
its who rides with you.
Andrew West
2009
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Im sick and tired of being lied to.
?''Our culture has came a long way, and it could be much worse.''
who are u referring to in with this comment?
because for about a billion people in the world, i dont think things cud be much worst.
indeed, our standard of living is phenomenal.
but at what costs are we willing to pay, for US to have this way of living.
and for me, its not just that theres flouride in the water,
and theres heavy metals in our deoderant,
but its the fact that we are all being lied to.... ALL THE TIME.
how do you feel when things are advertised as healers,
but in actuality,
these same substances are toxic to such a high percent of the individuals using them?
the pharmaceutical industry is one of the largest profit grossing industries to ever be.
now, if you owned a business, whats your ultimate goal?
to generate the most amount of money possible most would say.
people being sick and dying = greater profit.
war against a made up enemy ie. the russians ie. the war on terrorism,
war on drugs = greater profit.
geez people are actually generating millions throwing weed heads in jail.
war on drugs = greater profit.
hmmmmm, the system we live in, to me seems ruled by the few elite,
controlling the masses through media and television, with hidden agendas of total
dominance and financial immortality.
again, im just sick and tired of being lied to.
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Andrew West Poem
The light poem
The digital light of the man made city shatters night’s darkness
Night’s peacefulness
Organical night
Night’s ability to make one self more in touch with matters more than at hand
But at the source
Crashing into the solar energy of organic light during day
The light of life meets the light of death
Tell me where light comes from
I ask science
He laughs
Light is a creator
Royal blue ocean no wind smooth as glass
Not a ripple as far as sight travels glistens
Warmth is represented in the reflection… I listen
And wait for life to evolve into itself
Mother earths children are gifted with mathematical light
The perfect angle… man calculating how to survive, using sun’s rays
The sky is the page measuring the rotation of stars and tracking the ages
Light that was produced when we were yet to be
Has finally reached us
Look up
Energy created millions of years ago is touching your face
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Titanium,
Strong mental-minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, where can I find it?
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.
Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2
July, June, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go
I can tell you only see the surface, alligator nose
Warm hearts and chilly toes,
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows,
hot fashion, eyes froze.
Ah, if you insist, then i suppose
Il have to take you UP on everything that grows
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself
The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself
No winners
No losers
No champions
No heros
...just life
Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe
Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds gray.
Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.
If you only needed one, I'd offer you two
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you
And if you wanted to, I'd probably want to, too,
Cuz making you smile, is all, I ever want to do
I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually, on second thought - let love be the orchestra,
Just read these words whenever you're concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where you're supposed ta
Hmm...too cheesey? I know, please don’t tease me
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy
Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?
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who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise,
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison,
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease,
another pair of shoes, a DVD,
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires,
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.
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Andrew West Poem
Planet Of The Apes
Planet of the apes is the now.
barbarianism bar keepers hollering last call slurs at
old and grey
homeless haired suicidal
bastards kicking
rubbage and greed at the ignorant University students sappy and sarcastic
as they all leave at the same time from the clutch of undescribable grip
choked on hells liquor,
crooked mind sets clash like titans tipsy looking for more.
The bus drivers of this town are the most primitive
living out the fullest extent to which mundane can be described,
stopping
and going
then stopping again
only to start again knowing
that another stop is soon.
Makes perfect sense why bus drivers are so pissed off sometimes.
Champion chimps win provincial championships in the game of a life time.
Tree top canapy race with diamond emerald steps and chestnut slick
flex tone wire for swinging daringly over the floor of the concrete jungle.
The young are fearless and the old fear everything,
middle aged monkeys pretend like they dont know whats going on.
Still a victory dawns, then sets
as we watch
the planet of the apes
fighting for all the wrong reasons
accomplishing so much
yet taking away an exponential amount from the soul
of the earth.
No more winning.
No more loosing.
Network of bannana eaters
slipping on their own peels
kind of silly.
Monkeys with brief cases and roller skates preparing your taxes
recording all your personal information
your I.D
Your address
your "size".
Get lost.
Let my body live its course,
not the course you have subjected it too.
Brown monkeys wearing black ties and black shined shoes
no more monkey see monkey do.
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There is no need to impress. Be yourself.
People notice you, more than you think.
Notice yourself. Notice how you feel, your thoughts.
Notice what makes you happy. Notice what makes you upset.
Be present. Only think of the future when absolutely necessary.
Now. Now is the time. The only time.
Affirm your wishes. Speak with confidence and strength.
Place faith that the universe will shape and shift things to meet your wants and needs.
AFFIRM *
Everything i encounter today will bring me prosperity. I am strong. Full of Life.
Today is magnificent. I am grateful to be a live and well.
I will approach all situations with a pure heart. Not thinking. But feeling.
My pure intentions resonate vibrantly and attract warm people towards me.
People love me, because of who i am, natural, free, genuine.
I dont have to speak all the time. I will listen more, and ask more questions.
Today is mine. Whatever i wish will be mine. Love. Peace. Joy. Truth.
Affirm! Affirm!
Send energy into the universe, speak words, and believe these words will manifest into
the physical.
My body and presence glows like the moon at midnight.
I radiate positive energy and flare exuberant behaviour in all that I do.
I am likeable, loveable, attractive, connective, trusting, passionate, loyal, inspiring,
captivating, motivating, and always in motion.
I am a warrior, a poet, a free spirit, a son, a friend, a thinker, I am one who expresses my
emotions.
I am a creator, a person intuitive to the world and ideas.
I attract creativity through curiosity. I am an inventor,
Holding onto so many philosophical and worldly concepts they fall out of my pocket.
I am an athlete. I am organic. I am myself.
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