The day I went home.
If there is one thing the West taught me - it is that the home of a wanderer is all places. I exist within my own dreams and wherever those take me is my home. For now, home is origin. Home is in the middle of the coordinate plane so that I have an entire four quadrants to plan around.
Birds belong in the sky; they are always traveling until they find home. They have many homes. They make home. Home does not make them.
I am free from my blackest demons and everything is okay. It just took . . . time.
It is simply astounding how sound affects the human heart. How I feel alive with Band of Horses. It is calling to start new, to become all that is inside. I believe that through that - all things come. I've been so consumed with relations, too consumed. I am ready for things that do not exist so I chase them.
All this time I've just needed to detach and become the chase, not the chasing.
Stillness is just an awful state when it has been reached due to a refusal to slow down.
[Footnote] I am going to do that.
Friday
Children line up in the street
Throw their arms out to beg
For mercy soft and sweet
Do you ever see them?
Or stop to hear them cry?
I know how many knives
It took to color their eyes
And their parents who were pilgrims to a drug induced demise
Have you ever felt the things around you?
Ever seen them talk?
I know how many stories they can't ever tell
Crevice to corner and it spells "selfish"
You're all just sinners against your own religion
Waiting for more friction
Throw their arms out to beg
For mercy soft and sweet
Do you ever see them?
Or stop to hear them cry?
I know how many knives
It took to color their eyes
And their parents who were pilgrims to a drug induced demise
Have you ever felt the things around you?
Ever seen them talk?
I know how many stories they can't ever tell
Crevice to corner and it spells "selfish"
You're all just sinners against your own religion
Waiting for more friction
Home - is the main domain of inspiration. Where creation occurs the most and constantly replenishes itself.
House - is residence. A place. The built structure in which its' inhabitants do nothing more than that.
Family - is a unit of symbiotic relations and like-minded souls. A system of equations that eventually equal balance.
Politics - is a government that is accepted by a demographic.
Life - is a release of thought into action. An experimentation.
Death - is a stop-motion collapse to immobility. A blackness that swallows and constantly stifles.
Existence is everything.
[are] [is]
Both symbolize existence
*existence * -- The way we exist is the matter around us.
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existence -- Freedom
Freedom - is a point where too much existence is remedied; when none of the aforementioned concepts can be present and new ones must be found. Freedom is just existing.
Love - is the capacity to compassionately give. Love pardons death, life and all things. Love is sight. But sight is not love.
Sight - is vigilance of truth. But truth is not sight.
Truth - is in the self. But the self is not truth.
The self - is a no-thing but rather all things. Self contains to its' discretion. Self dictates, deliberates and seeks. The self is where we find unity.
House - is residence. A place. The built structure in which its' inhabitants do nothing more than that.
Family - is a unit of symbiotic relations and like-minded souls. A system of equations that eventually equal balance.
Politics - is a government that is accepted by a demographic.
Life - is a release of thought into action. An experimentation.
Death - is a stop-motion collapse to immobility. A blackness that swallows and constantly stifles.
Existence is everything.
[are] [is]
Both symbolize existence
*existence * -- The way we exist is the matter around us.
***********
existence -- Freedom
Freedom - is a point where too much existence is remedied; when none of the aforementioned concepts can be present and new ones must be found. Freedom is just existing.
Love - is the capacity to compassionately give. Love pardons death, life and all things. Love is sight. But sight is not love.
Sight - is vigilance of truth. But truth is not sight.
Truth - is in the self. But the self is not truth.
The self - is a no-thing but rather all things. Self contains to its' discretion. Self dictates, deliberates and seeks. The self is where we find unity.
July the 16.
It is a strange thing when one becomes cognizant of all that has gone wrong -- the error of man. it is a self-righteousness to assume one can know such in any case.
Man faltered when his hands became clean for more than just supper. When they slowly started to see less molecules of dirt. When they began spending more time resting upon tightly bound atoms of a solid than time feeling the loose composure of a liquid running through their crevices like a sieve.
One day man lost his identity to wear business casual attire. One day he had a pool to return home to and a furnished home . . . to do nothing but exist in.
Do we blame to British for being so surface?
But these things were never supposed to occur.
We weren't supposed to have.
We were to do. And be.
Man faltered when his hands became clean for more than just supper. When they slowly started to see less molecules of dirt. When they began spending more time resting upon tightly bound atoms of a solid than time feeling the loose composure of a liquid running through their crevices like a sieve.
One day man lost his identity to wear business casual attire. One day he had a pool to return home to and a furnished home . . . to do nothing but exist in.
Do we blame to British for being so surface?
But these things were never supposed to occur.
We weren't supposed to have.
We were to do. And be.
July the 14th
A no-thingness passes over the woods, ensued by stillness so encapsulating. The animals are all silent as the fawn lays head to rest and nose to chest. In this fetal repose, solace sings it to sleep. There is love, and love is real. Mountains bow to a king greater than flesh -- and spew out the glory for me. and you. and everyone we know.
I vow never to fall in love in this life.
Goodnight, God in heaven.
I vow never to fall in love in this life.
Goodnight, God in heaven.
I am offering my greatest condolences to all of the gods I've ever hurt
Sliced open my breast
And bled for this eternal test
Of finding self in jest
Begging to know
What my heart has ever sinned against
In order to garner this nothingness
I walked you here
Laid you out by the pool so you could breathe
Fixed my blemishes and gave you water
But you took my god
Oh, you robbed me clean
And my heart -- it beckons sweetly
For a love to save it's dull, dark taste
Sliced open my breast
And bled for this eternal test
Of finding self in jest
Begging to know
What my heart has ever sinned against
In order to garner this nothingness
I walked you here
Laid you out by the pool so you could breathe
Fixed my blemishes and gave you water
But you took my god
Oh, you robbed me clean
And my heart -- it beckons sweetly
For a love to save it's dull, dark taste
I remember all of those Sundays
And Mondays
After we rose our hands
To the Good One we loved
We'd shout like villagers
As if to seek some escape
But the blue and silver lines
All closed down our brains
And we trekked back to the land of soot and stone
Where our King was waiting on his throne
Gave our boy the news
Sent him weeping as we sang the blues
Oh, apologetic rain
Drenched our souls 'til we drowned
Allelujah, as we tried to spin back around
With our feet stained by the ground
And Mondays
After we rose our hands
To the Good One we loved
We'd shout like villagers
As if to seek some escape
But the blue and silver lines
All closed down our brains
And we trekked back to the land of soot and stone
Where our King was waiting on his throne
Gave our boy the news
Sent him weeping as we sang the blues
Oh, apologetic rain
Drenched our souls 'til we drowned
Allelujah, as we tried to spin back around
With our feet stained by the ground
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