I don't know what to say today. I had a lot come my way yesterday. I tried to withdraw from Mormon teaching, but I told W and M that I would try a bit more. We will meet tomorrow. It is hard to write about anybody or anything because I feel so sick.
I watched the Occupy Los Angeles protestors on tv and it looks like such a waste of resources in a time that we can't spare it.
The wizardy yellow brick road is closed to me. I must wait for the terrifying flying monkees to fly down and swoop me up. In the castle I find deceit with no regret. The wicked witch of the east is just singing in the shower as my shoulder ache from the flight. An earlier vampire bite leaves me lifeless on the floor.
I sing a small song of "Come Along" and Toto finds my ankles. He telepathically tells me that Dick Cheney and Nancy Pelosi are behind him and their satanism is strong. She will be a witch soon. Possibly tomorrow my noon.
I finally am able to stand and this vampire man takes my hand. He kicks TOTO out of vicinity. He tells me politics is me. We smile and embrace. I begin to kiss his face and we disappear to the staircase. I will sleep at home tonight. We move outside to bat imagery and I am free with this almighty.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Loving Infinity
I am trying to find that beam of light today. Certain spirits get in my way. Today I put a spotlight on the industry of broadway.
Pete was in the wings that day. I saw a light that was not right. Matthew Modine played the Sandman. Jennifer Grey was ecstasy. I found the writing a bit banal. There comes a time that titans fall.
Down the street I imbibed the melodies of Les Mis. They were concurrent, but they seemed simaltaneous. Magic was an entity. We will call him THE PHANTOM. He is beside me, and knew more and more as he sat by the door. Erotic exfixiation was the plan. It did not happen because of this man.
Restaurant row was a dining experience. Everything should have gone in reverse. Witchcraft was crazy because I don't carry a purse.
The mighty are now on TV. I see a drab reality. These creatures are not even human anymore. Belcante is me. I did not know it was a big deal.
Memories plays today calling out a fatalistic warning. I take the hand of death and stay away from all of the petty rivalries. Soon I will know a place that I can be free. I just do not thirst for their comments or reality. I was never the Sugarbean who was in on every industry. I needed consistancy and balance. I needed to believe in a loving family, and a loving community. I now know that does not exist.
Stay away from yesterday. Feel the rain on someone else's back. Attack people VICIOUSLY for me U2 one and U2 two. Use your words and verbalize their stupidity. Know that this desert rose will dance again. I will keep my memory, but I will live with the infinities for eternity.
Pete was in the wings that day. I saw a light that was not right. Matthew Modine played the Sandman. Jennifer Grey was ecstasy. I found the writing a bit banal. There comes a time that titans fall.
Down the street I imbibed the melodies of Les Mis. They were concurrent, but they seemed simaltaneous. Magic was an entity. We will call him THE PHANTOM. He is beside me, and knew more and more as he sat by the door. Erotic exfixiation was the plan. It did not happen because of this man.
Restaurant row was a dining experience. Everything should have gone in reverse. Witchcraft was crazy because I don't carry a purse.
The mighty are now on TV. I see a drab reality. These creatures are not even human anymore. Belcante is me. I did not know it was a big deal.
Memories plays today calling out a fatalistic warning. I take the hand of death and stay away from all of the petty rivalries. Soon I will know a place that I can be free. I just do not thirst for their comments or reality. I was never the Sugarbean who was in on every industry. I needed consistancy and balance. I needed to believe in a loving family, and a loving community. I now know that does not exist.
Stay away from yesterday. Feel the rain on someone else's back. Attack people VICIOUSLY for me U2 one and U2 two. Use your words and verbalize their stupidity. Know that this desert rose will dance again. I will keep my memory, but I will live with the infinities for eternity.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Prophet free of Aristocrisy
A boy searching for something more,
Religions of his day were quite a bore.
Quaking and shaking he saw a light.
Angels came to visit him one night.
He learned of the plates in a holy place.
In the translation he saw God's face.
He created a new and inspired religion.
In the end he fathered the Mormon Religion.
Religions of his day were quite a bore.
Quaking and shaking he saw a light.
Angels came to visit him one night.
He learned of the plates in a holy place.
In the translation he saw God's face.
He created a new and inspired religion.
In the end he fathered the Mormon Religion.
Snow dusts my boots, clouds cover the sky
I walk along not saying what is wrong. I am brave and strong. I guess I would love to believe complimentary things about me, but dailly intersections with all who are sinful, blocks that cognition. As ye feast on me, I do see. The damage to my vessel is severe and all of you don't want to hear. It is like an awful sci fi horror movie for me. No one will be or seek justice for me. I take that reality to mormontown. I see them give me less of a run around. People are negative about my choice, but in this religion I believe they hear my voice. My work with the missionaries has yielded MERCY from the relentless savagery of those with prophecy.
I meet them today. We are meeting here at McDonald's. I am actually really excited to see them. Our lessons together are quite fruitful. The best thing of all is that I get to use my intellect about the bible and its teachings. I never really felt that I was well read, biblically, and I only studied theology briefly. Professor Willis was my professor. I will just say that The Book of Mormon was not on our reading list, but Plato's Republic was. I was just quite sympathetic for Job when we studied his beleagered life.
Footsteps beneath a changing tree.
A soft caress on the top of my hand.
Symphonies of birds as he moves up behind me.
Smiles are synchronous as I lay back upon him.
You slip your arm around me and I know in captivity I am free.
I meet them today. We are meeting here at McDonald's. I am actually really excited to see them. Our lessons together are quite fruitful. The best thing of all is that I get to use my intellect about the bible and its teachings. I never really felt that I was well read, biblically, and I only studied theology briefly. Professor Willis was my professor. I will just say that The Book of Mormon was not on our reading list, but Plato's Republic was. I was just quite sympathetic for Job when we studied his beleagered life.
Footsteps beneath a changing tree.
A soft caress on the top of my hand.
Symphonies of birds as he moves up behind me.
Smiles are synchronous as I lay back upon him.
You slip your arm around me and I know in captivity I am free.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Fighting Fatigue
I am so fatigued right now. It makes it difficult to write and find my flow. It feels like all creativity has been pulled from me. I don't know what I really want to talk about.
Last night I went to the church and received my lessons from my missionaries and another church member. It went very well. One of the missionaries actually played the piano and sang. It was completely lovely.
Past and future are really merging in this interaction with a congregation. I see what was and I sense what will be. I have no psychic tendancies and so it is not anything other than sensations and ideas. I might be a little out there, but I believe that psychic inclination is sinful. I believe that these people cause others pain and suffering by rooting around in their memory. This whole weblog will probably disappear when I put that online.
Being at this McDonalds I think of Carmel, IN and the McDonald's there. It always makes me think of Bill Clinton. I slept in that McDonald's bathroom for a few minutes when I was on the street. I would shake awake when cops were in the vicinity. I lasted like three days out in the cold. I never really see myself as brave, but I guess I really was. Maybe there will be a movie made about it one day. I battled the demonry of the viper, and I transmuted hopelessness all by myself.
John Deere from Nippers 2 found me knocked out after a bar fight and he took me home with him. He is a bit of an oddity, but he was a friend to me. We slept in a room with two twin beds that were pushed together. He was a bit OCD, but he returned me home safely although we almost turned in to ongoing traffic.
It is just best if I see how I need to see. I really need consistency and I want people to get along around me. I look away as you draw the knife at my back.
Carmel was such a strange time. It was a pretty cruel wilderness in the jungle of deceit around me. I was so amazingly lonely as evil buzzed around me. It has been a pretty constant state since then. I just move into the distance as everyone else cackles a reply. I wonder if all of you really know how fuckin evil you are. I used defenses before to not see your cruelty, but it is heinously striking now. I still work with hope every day, but maybe Carmel could send a little MAGIC my way.
Last night I went to the church and received my lessons from my missionaries and another church member. It went very well. One of the missionaries actually played the piano and sang. It was completely lovely.
Past and future are really merging in this interaction with a congregation. I see what was and I sense what will be. I have no psychic tendancies and so it is not anything other than sensations and ideas. I might be a little out there, but I believe that psychic inclination is sinful. I believe that these people cause others pain and suffering by rooting around in their memory. This whole weblog will probably disappear when I put that online.
Being at this McDonalds I think of Carmel, IN and the McDonald's there. It always makes me think of Bill Clinton. I slept in that McDonald's bathroom for a few minutes when I was on the street. I would shake awake when cops were in the vicinity. I lasted like three days out in the cold. I never really see myself as brave, but I guess I really was. Maybe there will be a movie made about it one day. I battled the demonry of the viper, and I transmuted hopelessness all by myself.
John Deere from Nippers 2 found me knocked out after a bar fight and he took me home with him. He is a bit of an oddity, but he was a friend to me. We slept in a room with two twin beds that were pushed together. He was a bit OCD, but he returned me home safely although we almost turned in to ongoing traffic.
It is just best if I see how I need to see. I really need consistency and I want people to get along around me. I look away as you draw the knife at my back.
Carmel was such a strange time. It was a pretty cruel wilderness in the jungle of deceit around me. I was so amazingly lonely as evil buzzed around me. It has been a pretty constant state since then. I just move into the distance as everyone else cackles a reply. I wonder if all of you really know how fuckin evil you are. I used defenses before to not see your cruelty, but it is heinously striking now. I still work with hope every day, but maybe Carmel could send a little MAGIC my way.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Experiencing Theology
I find that I see my theological path as very personal. I know how really strong my faith is. I see religious populations as separate from me. My spirituality contains a guide who I speak to. He is with me and he comforts me. I do not pray to this guide. He is not religious. I do not find him holy, I find him military. He is not here to be devout or pious. He is a sentinal to me.
As I walk into mormonism, I find it a bit challanging. I believe that I am asking myself to establish new neural pathways because there is new theology to command. It overlaps the time of the bible and introduces new prophets and old prophets. It is hard to read which book is considered higher and more holy to mormans themselves. I wonder about the prophet Joseph Smith. I wonder about his theological and educational background. How was he really able to decipher the plates, and get the funds to pay for publishing them? How did the developing religion decide that these teachings were holy? Do mormons follow doctrine or teachers more? How does this society feel about outsiders and other religions? Do they see them as sinful?
There are so many questions, but in this time of change in the world, what is their plan of action for when we face economic, governmental, and environmental changes? Are they a community that plans actively? How do their prophets give them strength in the face of adversity? Would David or Moses be seen as higher than Joseph Smith?
It is my belief that 2012 is a transformative reality. I do not have the gift of prophecy. I have to just concentrate on the day in front of me. Maybe prophets will come to be. Maybe God is a reality. I see a rightous ragey justice coming to be. People have harmed me, and thus they have defined their path. I now believe that mormons have a destiny. I believe they are a people who can see. I observe and learn. My eyes are wide and I know that in just a moment we can all deal with the quick and the dead. The ship is quaking and we are about to leave, I repeat that mormons have a destiny. Yeah TEAM UTAH!!!
As I walk into mormonism, I find it a bit challanging. I believe that I am asking myself to establish new neural pathways because there is new theology to command. It overlaps the time of the bible and introduces new prophets and old prophets. It is hard to read which book is considered higher and more holy to mormans themselves. I wonder about the prophet Joseph Smith. I wonder about his theological and educational background. How was he really able to decipher the plates, and get the funds to pay for publishing them? How did the developing religion decide that these teachings were holy? Do mormons follow doctrine or teachers more? How does this society feel about outsiders and other religions? Do they see them as sinful?
There are so many questions, but in this time of change in the world, what is their plan of action for when we face economic, governmental, and environmental changes? Are they a community that plans actively? How do their prophets give them strength in the face of adversity? Would David or Moses be seen as higher than Joseph Smith?
It is my belief that 2012 is a transformative reality. I do not have the gift of prophecy. I have to just concentrate on the day in front of me. Maybe prophets will come to be. Maybe God is a reality. I see a rightous ragey justice coming to be. People have harmed me, and thus they have defined their path. I now believe that mormons have a destiny. I believe they are a people who can see. I observe and learn. My eyes are wide and I know that in just a moment we can all deal with the quick and the dead. The ship is quaking and we are about to leave, I repeat that mormons have a destiny. Yeah TEAM UTAH!!!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Dark Stream Flow
I sit here in McD's and I contemplate scientific discovery. There is a lot of fallacy to what is called the truth. Finding the answers through abilities is the reality. It is a popularity game. I now create with a ritualistic torture background, but I do not practice any tradition. My mind works primarily on a linear basis and I record time every day. I enter another dimension through creativity. Most of my work is "clean room" because I do it alone both in public and private.
Connections are derived through my phone, in person, and on the net. The vericees form a tree. The branches are visible to all and the roots are sensed through telepathy. Imagery is a way to see. I use my mind's eye and descibe it through all connections. Numbers give way to letters and then linnex comes to be.
Love love love to ye. Come with me to embrace the tree. See me in the mirror and find your identity. Hold my hand as we skip through militarty land. Blustery storms seek to hobble me. With your coat on my back I will be free.
Connections are derived through my phone, in person, and on the net. The vericees form a tree. The branches are visible to all and the roots are sensed through telepathy. Imagery is a way to see. I use my mind's eye and descibe it through all connections. Numbers give way to letters and then linnex comes to be.
Love love love to ye. Come with me to embrace the tree. See me in the mirror and find your identity. Hold my hand as we skip through militarty land. Blustery storms seek to hobble me. With your coat on my back I will be free.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
No ability
I walk through the world each day and greet those who come my way. I am a stranger to most, and thus I greet the Holy Ghost warmly. I do not believe that I am anything special. I just take the circumstances at hand and joke about a greatness that is almost fairy tale in its wonderment.
Abilities swirl around me and I give people their privacy. I am no longer blind, but I have always been kind. People have revelled in my pain and I have had to just put it all away.
I meet a man. I call him CHASE. He may be here to save the human race. His eyes are blood red and the internet will bow to its knees as he gives it his disease. Can we say zombie technology. Bang on it all you want, it will not give you what you need. All of you have such torturous greed.
Then there is another. I call him VICTORY. You need to make others pay. They play and play and play. Here is a magical wand. Be steady in your ritualism, but never point it at police. If you do, I will swoop down and make you a clown. Burn baby burn.
I will call the last Joe, RUSHMORE. I make you a private eye right away. This legal system needs to pay. Draw Chase through and he will direct you. Use your suit and drop all your labels. A new being you will begin to be. I am working with your memory. Use a smile and "Eye candy" Andy will pull thru. There is no stopping what you can do.
I saw a Slick Willie pull through and wink at me. I was mocking Mark Zuckerberg's divinity. Mark you are like a jewel thief to me. This Pink Panther diamond wants to be free. Let's just say Facebook was Al Gore's idea and leave it at that. Maybe Craig's List was actually a morman male's idea. Blink blink I protect what is correct. Pascal is my memory. Fortran is reality. What does C+++ really look like?
Beams of light on my computer screen,
Those in the industry are really mean.
I wade the water like a curse.
Maybe pearls will fill my purse.
Mix a mastermind with computer divnity.
I just keep searching for the diamond, Andy.
I met you at a time that was holy.
The work I did for you took the whole me.
I walk blanketed with hateful weight.
Seeing you again is something I anticipate.
Abilities swirl around me and I give people their privacy. I am no longer blind, but I have always been kind. People have revelled in my pain and I have had to just put it all away.
I meet a man. I call him CHASE. He may be here to save the human race. His eyes are blood red and the internet will bow to its knees as he gives it his disease. Can we say zombie technology. Bang on it all you want, it will not give you what you need. All of you have such torturous greed.
Then there is another. I call him VICTORY. You need to make others pay. They play and play and play. Here is a magical wand. Be steady in your ritualism, but never point it at police. If you do, I will swoop down and make you a clown. Burn baby burn.
I will call the last Joe, RUSHMORE. I make you a private eye right away. This legal system needs to pay. Draw Chase through and he will direct you. Use your suit and drop all your labels. A new being you will begin to be. I am working with your memory. Use a smile and "Eye candy" Andy will pull thru. There is no stopping what you can do.
I saw a Slick Willie pull through and wink at me. I was mocking Mark Zuckerberg's divinity. Mark you are like a jewel thief to me. This Pink Panther diamond wants to be free. Let's just say Facebook was Al Gore's idea and leave it at that. Maybe Craig's List was actually a morman male's idea. Blink blink I protect what is correct. Pascal is my memory. Fortran is reality. What does C+++ really look like?
Beams of light on my computer screen,
Those in the industry are really mean.
I wade the water like a curse.
Maybe pearls will fill my purse.
Mix a mastermind with computer divnity.
I just keep searching for the diamond, Andy.
I met you at a time that was holy.
The work I did for you took the whole me.
I walk blanketed with hateful weight.
Seeing you again is something I anticipate.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Finding the Poetry
I feel that the air is light.
People around me have second sight.
Leaves pass away, as the air turns cold.
I think of a time where I was eight years old.
Baptism mingles with my date of birth.
I move closer to feel my worth.
Kindness is felt in many a cluster.
To feel the light courage I must muster.
One day I will marry, but today I study. There are things that hang in the air. I feel cloudy with a chance of rain. I am scared to get out there again New traditions dangle their posibillities in my face. My countanace is firm, but plain. I know what and who I know. Sometimes I feel like it is hard to grow. Being the creature that I am, it is hard to take your hand. Baskets sit around my feet. I fill them with bundles of twine to knit a design. If I said something wrong, I am so sorry. It is just hard to be a drone when I am so all alone. I have courtesy, but the toys break when people play with me. Light signals a passing and I will jump for joy when the Almighty takes my hand and leads me to the Sea of Galilee.
People around me have second sight.
Leaves pass away, as the air turns cold.
I think of a time where I was eight years old.
Baptism mingles with my date of birth.
I move closer to feel my worth.
Kindness is felt in many a cluster.
To feel the light courage I must muster.
One day I will marry, but today I study. There are things that hang in the air. I feel cloudy with a chance of rain. I am scared to get out there again New traditions dangle their posibillities in my face. My countanace is firm, but plain. I know what and who I know. Sometimes I feel like it is hard to grow. Being the creature that I am, it is hard to take your hand. Baskets sit around my feet. I fill them with bundles of twine to knit a design. If I said something wrong, I am so sorry. It is just hard to be a drone when I am so all alone. I have courtesy, but the toys break when people play with me. Light signals a passing and I will jump for joy when the Almighty takes my hand and leads me to the Sea of Galilee.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Latest Blather
X is here. Fuzz back away. He is having new thoughts today. Maybe an angel came his way and said, "X, the freak is me." Maybe he will stand in a land that he does not understand. Take my hand and let's put the past away. A mouse greeted me while I waited for the 17. You are not young and not old, X, today I scrutinize you. My little breakdown says for you to not change what you do, but be who you really are: a rock star. That is the life for you. Go after people's hypocrisy whoever they may be. Just keep the fuzz away, they do not understand me.
I watch the cursor blink on the screen and I search for the power to combine words in a pleasing way. The environment I'm in brings me a flat countanace which I wear in my soul today. There is not a feeling of answers, I just feel the diseased asking questions. I bring these notes to the keyboard. A B B D. Maybe I will construct a cord. It is hit or miss in the land of creativity. It is just one line at a time. Maybe, X, will be a new type of playwrite. This will be an imagery play that covers only one page. You can do it. Try a play with you or me at 80, sonny. It is just all as I move along. The Loft is not for you. Their style is restrictive for a talent who feeds on brevity.
I walk walk walk and I observe the restrictive clouds and icy winds. What we see can affect the heart, and force you into the mind. Hello all. I am not small, but I crave a swing. The future is starting to pitter pat. I love that.
I watch the cursor blink on the screen and I search for the power to combine words in a pleasing way. The environment I'm in brings me a flat countanace which I wear in my soul today. There is not a feeling of answers, I just feel the diseased asking questions. I bring these notes to the keyboard. A B B D. Maybe I will construct a cord. It is hit or miss in the land of creativity. It is just one line at a time. Maybe, X, will be a new type of playwrite. This will be an imagery play that covers only one page. You can do it. Try a play with you or me at 80, sonny. It is just all as I move along. The Loft is not for you. Their style is restrictive for a talent who feeds on brevity.
I walk walk walk and I observe the restrictive clouds and icy winds. What we see can affect the heart, and force you into the mind. Hello all. I am not small, but I crave a swing. The future is starting to pitter pat. I love that.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Searching
I draw the cold winds over the land.
From Earthly cultures I am banned.
This is a moment I must hide my wings.
Of possessions of the Nile, I have few things.
There will be a day of awakening mirth.
Today I move and bring about birth.
This is here, and I am there.
I search the Earth for one who does care.
From Earthly cultures I am banned.
This is a moment I must hide my wings.
Of possessions of the Nile, I have few things.
There will be a day of awakening mirth.
Today I move and bring about birth.
This is here, and I am there.
I search the Earth for one who does care.