Shorts-Statements-Essays-FreeForm-Thoughts

Love & Pain

(2014)

The morning arrives void of compromise as the sun fires through what we have built. Like rain when clouds have had their fill, it brings along a new deteriorating cycle promising no more than time, no less than memories. The darkness, equal to light exposes memories we dwell on as a dream or soft glow, illuminates [foretold] promises by the passage of time. Time's only promise to humanity is itself, unbroken, unforgettable and eternal; carving onto itself life and death. Promises unkempt, chalked up to the humanity of unintentionally mislead love, self proclaimed paths untouched and potential futures swayed by yes's & no's. Pain, misery through words without meaning and actions without direction are love's eternal companion. It's existence, dependent on inherent pain, evokes scars without discrimination.

I welcome the wondrous expectation of pain a new love will bring, tare down the shades, step into the rain and wash off the chalk. The possibility of a new and final cycle, in every heart's beat.

[(Wo)(Man)] Universe

(2014)

You, me and the infinite unknown; an eternal composition of ripples, light, dark and smooth. The feelings that shape, color and age beauty. From wind caught strands to star filled spheres held in a balanced, ever expanding map. Surfaces rough, smooth and bumpy transition; a thesis of biology, chemistry, and physics. Sounds patterned in waves, plains; its excitement(s) and depression(s) pleasure. A network of awareness; progression and regression gives meaning to the delicacy and persistent fear of our existence.

Unclaimed Religion

(2014)

Religion’s meaning can be found in its modesty and spirit of faith rather than its embodiment. When given voice outside ones own heart, it inhabits the space of contempt for difference; if even only for the most minute difference in the meaning of a word.

When preaching evolves to law, it can no longer breathe the air of acceptance. The voice of judgment becomes the voices of many on a path tangent to its birth upon any rock, surrounded by contradiction. Words of stone proclaimed as mandate and formed by endless degrees of separation on paper transform to the fictionalization of reality, as hearts forget and revert to stone. Impenetrable by emotion and unaffected by compassion; hot and cold, governed reactions, the brittle heart returns to dust. There is no turning of the cheek when life and thought is two dimensional.

Is it not better to walk the desert in solitude? To live as part of a world void in judgement of your hearts content. Surrounded by people made of sand, free to explore the grain or the mound with a voice equal to the wind?

Acceptance is not mandatory assimilation of concept or reality but the understanding of breath. That, with the pleasant hint of a rose or a pungent intrusion, we not only maintain the beat to the song for life, but we nurture its continued and progressive evolution into the future; fluid in nature and opinion, as an ever evolving ripple that must eventually come to an end. Religion, the stone that dams the stream of creativity and answers to questions who's truths are yet to be found. Will you be the child, innocently skipping stones for entertainment or the adult that empties the pond by use of boulder? Words amount to size and their delivery forms, shapes and textures life.

Skip a boulder across an ocean, it is ok to dream of a world with endless possibilities and combination of ideas accepted as truths to the individual, without fear of retribution. It is the weak that cast judgement through persecution of ideas, feelings and choices, believing themselves or their claims to exist without flaw.

Dreamers, Daemons And Their Friends

(2014)

The daemons of a personality are beautifully cruel in tormented thoughts, opening eyes to the necessity of darkness [even if only in thought]. Another waking moment with a crowning moon reveals the conditions of life cast in a thousands cuts. The fluorescent red turns crimson, a time clock on the fountain of youth; the birth of deities, a construct of fear. They lack the ability to dry tears.

"You are a failure on the road to success from life to death," words etched in the shadows of kings as the whip strikes the soul looking to find its way. Their power, the perpetuation of ignorance, missing the turn to progress for all. Will we reach the point of no return in our reactions to consequences of ideas? Life without death lacks explanation as the daemon based in fact is a figment of the imagination.

To the social constructs of what should be, fuck you. The frustrations of inaction haunt the every day. Ideas ramble on in double talk dreams, images and words over ideas that mesh in a soup of dysfunction. Where to start? Often the answer is at the beginning but where does that exist in schizophrenic thoughts? A word, a number, a sound and an image; fragments of [genius/potential] in a never ending forked story at intervals based in probability; 50/50.

The lines of reality come full circle in the theory of everything. Within it the proven, it's boundaries fluid in explanation through fact. Letters the genome, words the strands, mutations in the form of questions, and answers the form of proof. The difference between true and false, life and death is existence and extinction.

The daemon named Life crosses the road, dressed in lust to make the mind wonder under its spell. The curse of a dreamer is finding a voice and someone to hear it, all the while the dream, a puddle cupped in jointed flesh. An inventors mind has structure in method, a dreamers aspirations. How do you cross the Nile on dreams of boats? Where is my Falcor? The transition is lost in translation when the castle in your mind is deconstructionism on steroids. A nail here, a beam or column there, a window in the floor and the reflection of blue, reality gone skewed. The prize is peace; wars are endless when battles are won and lost; the price in either outcome is peace and the outcome, hunger for more. Words that contrast action lead to the "what if?" and the beyond with answers lost to pages and verses.

The proof of numbers decipher the barriers of the invisible and anger the masses. The few schizophrenics provide reason under penalty as they ponder beyond limitation. Black is white and 1 equals the world, pronouncing emphatically, "fuck the borders of this world and those we place on ourselves." Take to the stars and dream of the possibilities in unity of light, the space between and beyond. Coexistence breeds opportunity; diversity, the nanites that heal as we see the world within ourselves. A war within a character that has come to terms with the daemons it created wins the war; the columns of battles won and lost, a wash. Wake up, the sun never sets.

Choose to be nothing and in turn be everything. The tormented in, with and through loves consequences. The persecuted by, for and in thought. The friend of a dark companion in the light. An optimist steps through time to salt the earth in an assortment of flavors.