Writing Challenge, Entry 10 : the 44th and You

We all keep looking up for a ladder,
but what we see is a tree, half-assed pedigree.
In the cache sits chaos,
envisioning entropy and derange in the dark.

On a branch down sits a mighty force,
this great leader all hailed,
he who could have lifted us up,
has fallen.

Have any of you seen that video on youtube,
the one with the decapitated snake, cut in two,
and somehow it still manages to bite it’s own tail?

Fangs sinking in, this is the reality we live within,
Snickering grows with some feelings out to get you,
but all men and all women in the world have it known,
that the things we wish for and the things we really need,
are close by at arm’s length,
within our reach,
and ready to be shown.

Stand up and climb.


Writing Challenge, Entry 8 : ALL Roads to HIM

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.


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

Happiness & Purple Grass

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.