This Charge, This mockery of peace and justice. Why these chains? Why these cells? Why these wardens? Why these overseers? Is the human soul not an inherent figure fixed of man? This is nothing that hasn’t been said before. If the day of judgement is true, Fear not for the victim’s but the evil’s souls.Continue reading “This Charge”
Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”
What does it take to get the human mind to end its constant veracious speed? The human mind is constantly active, constantly working in ways that even when we are aware of it we barely understand. Yet there is a problem. Humans are effort minimizers and euphoria maximizers. We want the reward but weContinue reading “Listen to this Moment and Every Moment: How all is and can be one.”
It is no matter That on this morrow A field of weary travelers did reach their destination in the slightest haste. The road rough and the current strong. They did land in a merciful mecca, a shelter of marble next to one of stone. Brought about on liquor and botanical boredom. The caravan isContinue reading “The Caravan is Off Once Again”
Draconian Fuckups have no place in a “small government” “big fascist” society. Those who bare no burden have no pain. And therefore nothing to gain. Pain is profit, profit is gain To gain one must lost and so on. There is no longer a point in rambling about teachings long forgotten. But Are they forgottenContinue reading “Forgotten, or Ignored?”
Come now my pen! My pen, you shall be my valiant sword you shall be my chivalrous oath. Oh sweet pen, speak out upon my rage, my fear, my love, my desire. Run my pen along this dead page. Be the source my pay, my life my peace. Tell the tale I cannot my pen.Continue reading “My Pen”
Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”
Wicked destruction, Wicked self destruction, Wicked self destruction that would make Fydor cringe. Sanity is having the good fortune that other people have the same problems. Good fortune is luck luck is rare. Rare because we forget we have control we forget we have control because we give up control. We must take back controlContinue reading “Control”
Savage that which is the nature of rebellion is that of truth nor structure. Savage, Exotic Savage, the nobel savage. What you find is no savage. I stand before you, audience to this scene, bare word to this woe, to this rest. Savage is that rest, in the black heart of the jungle, the restContinue reading “False Label of Savage”
Coming yet is the set of night, the yellow of light is traded grey. Simple so it seems yet intricate beyond any dream. Explications searched, and explications sought. Dreamed, and also bought. 10/29/10
Sweet Words, Reach in stare and flight. The hallow trickle of the creek, Oh beautiful voice. So many of clutter and noise. Foul Paranoia, and March on. 10/17/10
I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.
A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!