Nothing Ever Done Nothing To Ever Do

There is no one
There is nothing 
A perhaps never to end existential pulsation

Since early childhood, since before I can ing remember
I knew everything was off...
All a giant game among the adult
No one admitted the delusional mechanism that is subjective experience
I began to freak out drifting deeper and deeper into drugs
Anything to shut my eyes to the implications of
All human civilization being a conspiracy
The selfabsorbed double talk that has become 
A hallmark of our culture drove me out of my head
The total uselessness and boredom of this education system that has all but criminalized extreme curiosity
Stranded uttery lonely desolation...wanting to fully open myself into discoveries to share communicate connect
I sought futilely for interrelashional clarity 
Very quickly I seen the vast networks that enwrapp
All being into a single focal point...And once 
I questioned everyone, everything read/absorbed/
Perceived picked to pieces the paradoxical double bind 
I found teachers technique informational research 
Experimentation and still was in misery!!!...then slowly I looked through the I
Resting in the observer I finally looked beyond that 
Which is observer and observed I is a construct...a
Program...all is inherently meaningless, ridiculous
Code...viewing this from a human level brings upon me 
An unhinged aggressive abusive suicidal current and for a long while i attempt to cling to what's  convential for once 
So terrifying the real is percieved 
The social legal economic etc systems put in place
Are rigged...it's already set up to epic proportions to protect the status quo, the elite
Thus with the mental capacity to affect evolutionary 
Revolutionary change are neutralized by discrediting them
Crimanalizing aspects of there lifestyle...I sought escape 
Until near ruin I seen the beautiful perfection of the truth stripped of human ilk
A quantum leap cutting through I
Leaping through each formula
The ineffable wow
We are here!!!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Marc Avatar
September 7, 2018 at 12:14 PM
Well said my friend. I love your pure honesty. Powerful.
Kiser Avatar
August 14, 2018 at 11:43 PM
"No one admitted the delusional mechanism that is subjective experience". No one ever does. A well written piece.
Hughes Avatar
August 6, 2018 at 9:04 AM
Thank u Richard!! That was great...it meant a shit load to me
Lamoureux Avatar
August 6, 2018 at 9:00 AM
Looking through the I of the needle. We humans look in places devoid of the power to answer questions without answers. Wisdom resides beyond and within us. We need connection and at the same time we shun it. We desire shiny things yet we are of the earth. In the end we will start over and do it all again. We are wanderers.
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