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I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow
Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me
The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say
Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow
We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right
The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see
Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow
The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear
A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove
My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown
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Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of blacks, whites and Asians,
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation squeezing their arm like “yo, I got you taken,
and how fuel became a bill from the money that we are making.
They sacrifice the savings to keep a standard of living.
I hear then talking about their lovers lack of love that they are giving
I say communicate or leave because time is steady ticking
Look at them
Buying expensive rims, and high fashion clothes with sneakers, lugz, and tims. Inside I soul spy like
magnified mri’s an imaginary field force of selfishness and pride.
Careless if they fetus die, cry internal cause maternal really means giving up a lot.
They sacrifice the club shot for shot life and dreams and the scene of kings and queens all decken together…
and their business is each others infused for forever playing tether with the ball of a pendulum. Uncovered
are their memories of covers and words they’ve past uttered…it is just another case of lack of patience
Like gimme good but hold the impregnation. Bright futures still there steady waitin
Look at them
Thinking they can plan their lives, brake the rules of the beehive that ran their lives, make a little honey to
expand their lives, then forget they folk turn around forget they wives.
See she lost her heart and he aint got no eyes but in such a dark world that man is king.’
Look at her flaunting that ring then pawning that ring because all that mattered was a shiny thing. Not the
signs
Look at them tryna rewind. Relight the spark that wouldn’t stay the last 20 times
It should be a crime to try to live back there. Yo people do change but change is rare
They put it all on retail so it can be re-teared
All the hurt made them cold so they don’t care
Blinded by the glare, and the lights and such
Look at them! Don’t they know they done sold too much?
In for a short time touch instead of long term goals
People drive through they souls without no tolls
All control each other’s minds fueled hearts by coal
So hard, so swoll, so invincible is external
Look at them bout to blow so internal
Would you look at them actually living
My observations vicarious as information I’m giving
Look at me all input but no answer
All I am is input but not the answer
Form:
Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found.
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around.
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson.
I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets.
Now my hound pulls at my trousers.
When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers.
I'm pale looking clownish.
I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering.
Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing.
Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt.
Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown.
I've got to get out.
Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot.
A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation.
A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation.
A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes.
As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying.
Embracing the night watching day light escaping.
Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens.
The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil.
I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped.
Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest.
Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss.
Analysing my past thinking did I even exist.
Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful
Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon.
God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet.
The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night.
Was made strict then was bitten by count
Dracula.
Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula.
Tendrils gargantuan.
Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance.
Inserting the catheter.
Wired like capacitors.
Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
when i think of you.
i remember when mama
brought you home.
i can still see her coming
up the sidewalk at
grandmas' house
as if it were yesterday
i thought you were mine.
i believe that is the first time
i felt pure crystal clear love
for another person in my life.
i remember when you were sick
and we lived on bear mountain
daddy put us in the car and....
mama held you upside down
and claimed later she did not
mean to
so you were wrapped up upsidedown
there i am crying like a banshee
and saying, is she going to die
and the parent people could' t
do anything to shut me up.
the memories are coming faster
of all the fascinations and mysterious
things we were curious about
during the lazy summers that
seemed to us never could end.
we laid on the grass and named
who the clouds looked like
we dressed our cats in clothing
that we made granny sew
for us, waded water where we
should not go and we looked
at everything in this big
wonderful world.
oh, and do you recall when i
read to you about the ransom
of red chief and you laughed
so much. i could make you
laugh so hard.
then.....there was that time at
the newspaper office. you know,
the one time i disowned you
before the time i disowned you
of being my sister...........the time
i took you to school for show
and tell. and you ran off and didn't
act right at all. that was a deal
breaker.
i could talk you into anything. you would
ask me questions........like ......Jo
why is so and so and i would proudly
tell you the answer because i was older
and so much more knowledgeable....
well, at least you believed that
remember...the sweet times when grandma
said we had to take a nap .....and we wouldn't
go unless she went and got a pretty little yellow
chicken in bed with us.
i love the memory of the dresses that granny
made us. poor granny she would do
anything we wanted.
i know that this is long, but the
times keep flooding back to me
and for me it is worth thinking
looking back at the snapshots
in my mind and knowing how
happy we were
i recall how you continuously
would lock the door to the upstairs
of that big scary house and i
would cry.
i got you back with all the
paper dolls i talked you
into buying and you hated them...... to be continued....
Form:
Its a long night, i had to work the late shift.
Calm and boring like any other nite.
You came in from your own work.
Bought a ticket and stepped aside.
Every night you do the same
Looking at me with that shy gaze
Suddenly u gave a smirk
I knew right then you weren't a jerk
Now I expected you every nite
Comming to see me
Making my nite very brite.
And you did every nite
Its busy then usual
Its the weeked so its usual
Here you come right on time
Buying your ticket and stepping aside
While u waited aside
rushing the customers out i tried
Finally u show up infront of me
Giving u my phone and address is what came from me
I couldn't waite
I had to call
When I did
U didn't answer at all
Your brother did
You were asleep
Poor thing
Hope u were thinking of me
One month later
We've been dating quite a bit
I fell for u hard
Nothing seemed amissed
Two months later
Something felt odd
Had to get checked out
I was pregnant oh my god
But you did right
Like a man I expected you too
you got on one knee
and asked me to marry you
Nine months of pregnancy
Here you still are
Trying to hold back tears
Oh you are definantly a dear
Here comes our pressious baby
Here it comes
You cry for joy
For now we have a little boy
He looks like u
but has my smile
He is so precious
our grinns turn to smiles
We get our own place
To raise our own
To be a family
In our own home
Everything was fine and happy
I was in lover's bliss
I felt it in our kiss
But then it ended just as quick
It ended quick
Oh god i was so blind
Something i must've missed
When along came that first hit
Your smile hardly shows
Your anger begins to grow
Im getting scared even more
The love you had is never more
Your anger turns to hate
Your hate turns to hits
Im so damn scared
Im not liking this one bit
I feard for our son
The one I thought you loved
Oh you still love him
But no longer love me
Im black and blue
Cause all the hitting
And strangling from you
I knew what i had to do
I had to go
I had to leave
The love is no more
I had to go on my own
I thought I knew you
I thought I did
I thought I found love
I almost thanked the heavens above
You're true colors showed
Now you live on your own
My heart is hurt
Cause all this time you were a jerk
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The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us
We are in his favour
Blessed are the rich for they can afford the price rises
Essentials are so far out of reach for us already on our knees
We constantly pray
For what we gravely need
Blessed are the police for they can do as they please
They trample us in their lustful hate of society
Despite claiming to be our big brother
Blessed are the artful for they will dodge anything
And pay an unfair share of taxes
By buying government policy
Blessed are the bankers for they have ruined the day
Lending to us who could not control our spending
But now have to face reality
Blessed are the politicians for they always know what not to say
And lie at election time so convincingly
That we foolishly believe their comedy
Blessed are the immigrants
For they at first appear foolhardy
Working long hours for less money
Till they realise they have rights like everybody
Blessed are the celebrities
For they have distracted us well
From the day to day hell in which we dwell
Blessed are the peaceful for they are useful after a riot
And can calm some but only for a short while
Till the government causes a decline in the economy
Blessed are the rioters for they know the value of greed
And covet an unpaid for flat screen TV
That was too overpriced if bought legitimately
Blessed are the gangs for they rule the streets
And act like feral cats
Till they end up six feet under
Blessed are the silly for they believe the news
And have a forgetful countenance
And will always blame somebody
Blessed are the over-spender
Who keep the internet in boom
Even though it’s unaffordable credit card spending
That will cause future misery
Blessed are the middle classes for they take all the school places
And the jobs and all the cream
And anything they can carry
Blessed are the reporters
For they know how to fan the flames of discontent
With their distilled forgetful hate
That shows gross prejudices
Blessed are the simple folks who the world passes by so quickly
And who seem so unfairly happy
Long may they remain cloaked in insanity
And finally blessed are the people for they will rise up eventually
Another day
When despair can’t be held at bay
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable
Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...