This will be an attempt @ automatic writing. Whatever comes out may be gibberish but so what the only one probably listening is myself. Here we go.
All is one and one is all. What do we see as we come to the fall? Is it clear; no it is hazy and unfocused as a man half blind? The choice is ours. We have made it many times before resulting in more of the same. We were not ready yet time and time again. Are we now? It is hard to say but say it I will. I am ready I want the oceans to be blue; I want the sky to be a perpetual twilight. The dead will be dead and not wondering lost and cold. The halls of records will be teeming with those hungry for knowledge. I want this and I want to be free. I am sovereign this I know but sometimes it is hard to believe. What makes this window so dirty? I wash and wash and it never seems to get clean. All the people who are "crazy" simply having trouble processing new information that doesn't fit tightly woven lye of their existence. I want to fracture this god damn illusion into a million unrecognizable pieces. To free all others that wish to see. We are here waiting, waiting for what? Waiting for whom? Ourselves. There is no other out there! It is all just us spinning out in infinity. Dancing in the light and dancing in the dark but always dancing and playing games. Well this game gives me nightmares and chills I am seeing monstrosities in my dreams. Always have but I no longer want to. They are deformed and locked in chains. Misshapen experiments long ago conducted and they are stuck there. They want to be free but God what if we free them? What happens then? Do they turn into beautiful angels of light?
Next attempt that stream has ended and now for another. Trying to shine but finding it trying. Sometimes it comes so easy to smile at the sun and sometimes I feel beaten down by its oppressive sweltering heat. Fire in the sky that makes up most of the matter in the solar system. Not some giant furnace. It is alive. Smiling devilishly at us its little creations. It did indeed create our bodies out of clay or rather the elements of the earth. Interpretations taken too literal always seem to fuck things up. Stop taking everything so damn literal. It is what it is and you will only see what you want to see. What fits your infantile frame of reference? Damn I feel exposed right now going to put this out into the Ethernet. But oh well. Who is there to ridicule? Who else has the courage to sputter out the maddening thoughts that swirl their mind? I know many are just as confused as me and any who say they aren't are just lying to themselves. I can see it. I see it on their faces everyone waiting for the collapse and inevitable tidal wave of energy. Either drown or ride this cosmic wave! I will ride. I am tired of cowering. I am tired of curling up into a little stone. Stones just sink! I will not get trapped under the sediment for millions of years again! I refuse. That is not why I am here. I am here!!
All is one and one is all. What do we see as we come to the fall? Is it clear; no it is hazy and unfocused as a man half blind? The choice is ours. We have made it many times before resulting in more of the same. We were not ready yet time and time again. Are we now? It is hard to say but say it I will. I am ready I want the oceans to be blue; I want the sky to be a perpetual twilight. The dead will be dead and not wondering lost and cold. The halls of records will be teeming with those hungry for knowledge. I want this and I want to be free. I am sovereign this I know but sometimes it is hard to believe. What makes this window so dirty? I wash and wash and it never seems to get clean. All the people who are "crazy" simply having trouble processing new information that doesn't fit tightly woven lye of their existence. I want to fracture this god damn illusion into a million unrecognizable pieces. To free all others that wish to see. We are here waiting, waiting for what? Waiting for whom? Ourselves. There is no other out there! It is all just us spinning out in infinity. Dancing in the light and dancing in the dark but always dancing and playing games. Well this game gives me nightmares and chills I am seeing monstrosities in my dreams. Always have but I no longer want to. They are deformed and locked in chains. Misshapen experiments long ago conducted and they are stuck there. They want to be free but God what if we free them? What happens then? Do they turn into beautiful angels of light?
Next attempt that stream has ended and now for another. Trying to shine but finding it trying. Sometimes it comes so easy to smile at the sun and sometimes I feel beaten down by its oppressive sweltering heat. Fire in the sky that makes up most of the matter in the solar system. Not some giant furnace. It is alive. Smiling devilishly at us its little creations. It did indeed create our bodies out of clay or rather the elements of the earth. Interpretations taken too literal always seem to fuck things up. Stop taking everything so damn literal. It is what it is and you will only see what you want to see. What fits your infantile frame of reference? Damn I feel exposed right now going to put this out into the Ethernet. But oh well. Who is there to ridicule? Who else has the courage to sputter out the maddening thoughts that swirl their mind? I know many are just as confused as me and any who say they aren't are just lying to themselves. I can see it. I see it on their faces everyone waiting for the collapse and inevitable tidal wave of energy. Either drown or ride this cosmic wave! I will ride. I am tired of cowering. I am tired of curling up into a little stone. Stones just sink! I will not get trapped under the sediment for millions of years again! I refuse. That is not why I am here. I am here!!
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