Writing Challenge, Entry 8 : ALL Roads to HIM

August 16, 2013 - Leave a Response

The remains of a man are buried in clay,
some yellow machine did the heavy lifting,
and now four children carry the weight,
but still, lively things grow above him.

I’ve been told not to think too hard,
but if I don’t think is that escaping?
If I don’t think,
is that hopeful fear commiserating?

Eight hands hold many years now,
digits and digits of ideas and tears,
flowing rough river rapids like Jude,
brother of peace and all knowing, but not.

And here we are now.

I was dreaming in the night,
and instead of singing at the stars,
a sad song of depletion and plight,
I decided to become one with them.

Hell below me,
at my feet,
a firm foundation,
bones buried intended to brace thisss –

Wisdom seeped in before it slips out,
and now outsiders hold strong for me.

So above with everything beneath,
and bubbles blister inside me.

Thoughts surounding thoughts,
are you thinking?

A sphere seen through,
reflecting colours and light,
glowing as so many others do,
just one of many branching out.

These idea-bubbles roam royale ridges,
as they also bolster my mind beneath them,
Wordly wisdom seeped in before it could slip out,
and now outsiders and insiders are one.

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p/s/ * did I mention that I am a master of photoshop?

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Writing Challenge, Entry 7: Sense Irrelevant

August 12, 2013 - Leave a Response

Trickle tropic post.

Rasping blue straws,
berry sweet for your hurts hurry.
A drip-drop of vanilla whisper dear,
because you’re my lovely host.

I smell smells via my memory,
more than I would or will too,
smell smells of my death-contrary.

Who I am is the same as saying,
Where I’ve been and where I’m staying.

They don’t all come from sprays,
liquid linen or sheets,
some from fairies,
some sharp like beats.

All good to behave, understood?

Trickle tropic post.

I don’t edit shit – the writing challenge is for practice, practice, practice – as Salvador Dali painted – a connection to the thoughtless – is psychosis true reality?

Writing Challenge, Entry 6 : Choice & Fear

August 10, 2013 - One Response

Somethings we don’t have – not because we are unable to attain them, but because we chose not to have them.

Everyone should know by now that the key variable which holds us back from having all of our dreams-attained is our own fear. Be it fear of consequences, fear of pain, fear of failure, fear of, fear of, fear of fear. Fear keeps us complacent and accepting of our own current state, and this can be our greatest enemy which prevents us from growing and becoming profound.

Dears, in the last paragraph I had no idea if I should use ‘that’ or ‘which’ and though it hardly matters I’m sure – I think I used the wrong word and they should read ‘that holds’ and ‘that prevents’. Fear holds and prevents, but I fear not to continue on. You may continue to Grammar Girl if you do care to learn the difference.

Face your fears and attain All. I’ll not take my time explaining ways of which (theres that word again) one is able to do this, as I’ll simply guide you here to read this article: Overcoming Fear .

And I’ll end with two slices of bread:

Muhammad Ali, one of the greatest and most influential boxers and athletes in all of history disliked to train. He hated the effort of eating right, day in and day out, of sweating heavy, and exhausting his body and muscles in the efforts to teach them to grow stronger the next day just so he could do it all over again. But it was worth it. Training is not fun, but for Ali – the end made the means worth it, as look at his legacy left behind today.

“Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.” – Lao Tzu

Writing Challenge, Entry 5 : I. D. You. Fairy Parry.

August 9, 2013 - One Response

I woke up, I saw the sun,
I was wrestling through the night,
Dreams of swimming in the sky,
Dark clouds, trouble, and plight.

You slept on, You tossed and turned,
You fought hard with all your might,
Forgetting to keep what you’d earned,
Figuring defeat, surrendered, no delight.

Battle on slash, Carry on parry,
Get up before hitting hard ground.

This life like your last life,
but this time be profound.

Be profound.

Orange you glad to see? Purpose of the writing challenge: practice, practice, practice, for after a while something is bound to be beautiful.

Happiness & Purple Grass

August 7, 2013 - Leave a Response

The outside world comes from within.

Tis unfit for a being to distress over things which we cannot control. Outside of our own cognition, we can control nothing besides our own personal opinions and volitions. Absolutely nothing outside of our mentality, even our bodies, is controllable by us.

Now, you might be thinking this is bullshit, but let me explain.

You may be confusing your control of the outside world with your influence on it – for example, when in a car if you turn the steering wheel left you go left, if you turn it right, you go right, and if you push on the accelerator pedal – your speed increases. Your influence on the physical world may seem like you’re in ‘control’ of that car, but what happens when your car gets stuck in deep mud and that acceleration pedal does nothing? Or, if you’re power steering pump seizes and your wheels won’t turn? You clearly don’t have control over what you initially thought you did.

But you still have INFLUENCE. You can get out of the car and dig the mud from around the tires. You can repair the power steering pump and regain influence over your steering.

You can stay positive, you can control your opinion to remain positive, and you can control your volition (your will), to keep moving forward.

Truly understanding this idea and all it’s inherent meanings is the core philosophy of being Happy.

Consider the ‘nature’ of things : a glass vase existing under even the most delicate carekeeping will, on a long enough time span, break; a living organism will eventually be diminished, either by time or a gun or by impact from a large object or by a or by a or by a. Things do happen. You cannot control that fact.

Further more, statistics and the study of the bell curve (look outside the 99.7%) proves that all and everything can exist, pigs do fly, there is a god, grass is purple, and you will live forever. Anything and all that you can imagine will become and probably is – true.

So, accept the fact and choose to be happy despite not having control of the outside world. Choose to be in control of your own opinions which is also your choice to remain HAPPY.

Water does wet, seeds do grow, grapes do get eaten. Red wine does stain. Men do die. Tears dry.

The study of happiness is of great advantage. It cured my depression. When my hands can hold the weight of my mind, I’ll be able to express upon this topic more.

Writing Challenge, Entry 3 : Slavery, ATP, Caffeine, & the Tao

August 6, 2013 - One Response

Somewhere out there, it was a humid summer day. Ladies and gents did their bidding, and although I say ‘their’ bidding what I truly mean is bidding of their masters. It’s what we all do. We eat foods and by our own senses we encounter that our bodies perform miraculous chemistry functions turning that food into energy. We spend this in order to do work.

Like water into steam, hot solids and cold liquids transform into energy. At the very core of movement our bodies require thus in a form labeled ‘adenosine triphosphate’ or ‘ATP’. It’s required for any of the short, medium, or long-term cycles that our bodies accomplish to create energy.

I find it curious that caffeine acts on our central nervous system in a similar way that adenosine does, so I ask the universe why humans can’t just run off caffeine. I can buy a bottle of 100 pills, each containing 200mg of caffeine for five dollars. That’s five dollars for over 300 cups of coffee. Ask me why popping pills for survival is not possible, and I’ll tell you that I have no efn idea. Ask me why I decided to type out five dollars in longhand yet typed 300 in numerical values, and I’ll tell you that I have no efn idea. There’s a rule for that somewhere, but I don’t care much for rules.

It’s almost two in the morning, and it was hard for me to write this blog post. I’ve been thinking about it all night, but thinking gets one nowhere. I thought about a topic to write on, and so far everything above has nothing to do with that previously imagined topic. This is proof that writing comes from the heart. At first, I wrote “Proof that writing comes from the heart.” and I think that sounds better, but grammar rules told me to add “This is…” and so, here we are, ladies and gents, I humbly do my bidding.

After enough sacrifice we become exhausted. During exhaustion and the process which comes from that time on, we discourage. We depress our souls and dim our spirits. Hate, depression, anger, and fear are unleashed. When strong willed, we ask how to free ourselves from this bondage, and in order to answer I leave you with this story from the Tao.

A student was strongly diminished, and went to his master, he said, “Master, I am gravely discouraged. What shall I do?”

The master replied, “Encourage others.”

And so we are henceforth.