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The All

Experts on the sun have urged us to hurry,
The glow will only emerge briefly as
Night has called the next turn at stealing from the sky
What has only just been returned.
We leave in a rush for the place with
Nothing like the doors we’ve left behind,
Stumbling along paths made from dirt-stone-and-leaf
With as much speed caution will allow.
Darkening sky has once again indiscriminately
Wielded its ax of fire,
Forever impartial to woods suffering,
With a system of justice all its’ own.
Clouds have cried their tears of joy
For the slicing and admonishing that has
Left fallen arrogant trees;
Their roots had gotten stubbornly stuck within static graves,
Allowing to be forgotten healing consequences of inevitable change
And preventing the arising of new purpose in a world made by sacrificial death
Of wood and creature as they fall back into the earth.

Victim to systems both natural and meek
And those false and arrogant as the trees,
We watch as this world sheds its past,
Turning our heads forever upward to clearing skies,
While listening for the growing sound of burbling water
Which was once a light trickle but is
Now a roar happily leaving us deaf to sounds beyond this haven
Which normally make us deaf.

The sun, sent as indiscriminately as the fire ax was;
Melts the hard earths surface,
Dissolving tears from below
And leaving later hours of the day full
With cool scents of fresh rainwater puddles.
Wary voices too artificial
Wish to drift to us from places left behind
With warning admonishments like,
‘Keep looking down or the mud will make you fall.’
They speak out of fear, never having looked around--
Knowing nothing of what we don’t want to miss,
Something glorious we’ve left all words at home for:

Writers blog 3/11

Reality
The suns glare diminished
Like a poem unfinished
Struggling unnecessarily hard
To only see a very limited part
Chaos we can’t comprehend
Like a beauty that never bends
Eventually we will heed its call
It’s the one thing awaiting us all.

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Gump once said,
‘Life is like a box of chocolates’
He may have been able to ‘run forest run’
Over flat surfaces
But from that lacking metaphor
He surely never went hiking-
A pity in a world of pity.

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Concrete physical objects
Occupying this worldly realm
Is that really all there is?

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Swirling mysts of creative energy
Have the potential
To manifest in amazing ways

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A field of darkness
That is nothing-
Adjectivelessness,
formlessness, descriptionless
Am I so full of suchness I can no longer comprehend this?

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Remember to rejoice
For you have life--
For all we know
This could be the only heaven
For all we know
We could return this world to Zion

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When words and ritual become mindless
Eat the wafer taste the ghost
Drink the wine blood of the host
Wash myself in the blood of the lamb
Quicker now, I don’t want to be damned.


Or maybe I can just call His name out
And all will be removed about--
It's worth a shot--
I'm not going to be burnt hot

Even though I sin all day long
I will be forgiven for my faith is strong--
I said I'm sorry, true repentance
No need to feel what the words meant

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Action
You’re going to get mad at me
Because I won’t let you stay in your bubble
But if you follow me
We’ll forge a path out of the rubble

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Disappointment
Confusion glorified
I stand dismayed;
Peeling away realities mask
Horrifyingly, the feeling never lasts

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Spiritual mis-mash
I am not one nor the other (nor the other)
I do not want a name
So why must I feel claimed by either (or any)?
It’s not what can be explained

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Swirling conciousness,
A system of nothing we can conceive -
Beyond our conception
Or are they all wrong?
Limited comprehension today--
One day, we will know.
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12/14/06
Untitled (- published in old red kimono)
I’ll make a movie of my dreams
Since reality is never what it seems
Paint the background red or blue
I don’t know if color is true
Audition and hire
Only the most inspired liars
Complicate the simpleness
Make the plot a mess
Transform the visions
If for just an instant
To have control of the depiction--
Pretend my dreams will amount to more than fiction

Modern day Nazism of the masses

Modern day Nazism of the masses--we may not force people to undergo 'freak-show'ism--but it definitely pays well, and by the rates of reality-show viewers, people aren't exactly objecting on moral ground to what's put on display.

Though a bit stretched in comparison of results/extremity of what's currently happening (though who knows how far it will be taken into the future), our modern western culture/mainstream media has decided that people with dysfunction (IE-drug addicts, drama-ful celebrities stuck in a house together, etc) are worth putting on display--and its not a bad idea to ask why viewers enjoy watching other people idiocy so much--could we unknowingly be being transformed into further disparaging people, so numb to the effects of seeing physical violence, since it seems to pervade our culture, that we're overlooking what we're also becoming numb to and viewing drug addicts/other dyfunctional people to make ourselves feel better about supposed 'normalcy'?

The average veiwer obviously isn't encouraging the harvesting of skulls for holiday desktop presents, nor attempting to sew people together to make conjoined twins (that would take getting off the couch/way too much effort) but, looking at how many reality shows keep popping up, and the weirder content as things go on, sometimes it does seem like no reality show can go far enough to satisfy the picky veiwer. We like our movies bloody and our tv shows full of drama--but at least in horror movies, its supposed to horrify--despite a few people mentally unstable to begin with taking it the wrong way, most people seem to understand that being an evil killer/monster/whatever isn't something that brings glory to the killer so much as empathy for the victim. Reality shows don't seem to offer the same way of thinking--most viewers watch to put themselves, as Jerry Stahl pointed out, in a position to watch the experiment, take glee in the fact that they're not as retarded as the people who go on there--without realizing the decision of those people was probably based on money or desperation for an option that would not be out there if modern viewers weren't showing tv companies that's what they like to see so much.


An argument can be made to say we use our reality shows to distract Americans from the real harsh things going on, and another could be made that watching reality shows doesn't make people akin to the Nazi scientists or perpetrators of other more recent world atrocities or personal killing sprees, but its not completely worth throwing out that this is our way of getting out some kind of supposedly-innate (though I'd like to argue, largely culture-inspired) impulse to use others misery to feed into our own egos and play the 'mad scientist' role (without having to actually do anything but get up to turn the TV on, so we don't feel as bad as if we're the ones cutting into the skin of the whichever people are currently considered less).

We live in a society that creates and enjoys drama, stressing that ends justifying means and placing emphasis on the horror of people who enjoy others unwanted physical suffering while ignoring/making a show out of others emotional suffering (why we moved from the guillotine/public executions to the more private torture of locking people in confined, ultra controlled quarters and why, as Stahl brings up, people like watching reality tv because of the position it puts them in).

There’s the possibility that this kind of cultural infusions/brainwashing is going to make art nothing more than shock and awe, with a more heavy emphasis on its commercial value/selling points than actual criteria for good art based on other values that have less to do with mainstream; there's also possibility that this 'shock and awe' is going to lessen the average persons ability to feel sensitivity towards others real problems rather than making entertainment out of them.

We may have not reached the censorship of 1984 (thank fucking god) but we are a far cry from not being at least partially brainwashed.