Will You Come to the Forest

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Forest, Gaia, Mother Earth, Poetry, Trees

The forest is green, the trees are filled with moss,
The sky is no where to be seen.
The shade of the trees protects me, though I reflect on loss
I cant be mad, I just want to express my weak side,
Evil lurkes within the high tide,
Though the water pours off the rocks becoming clean
I feel the same, when I reflect on all I’ve seen.
Can’t I rest within the deep leaves, hibernate until all I see I can believe

My calling wont let me sleep,
Until all I’ve created is working towards the inner peace
Why dont you come over for some strong drink or tea
Lets live life filled with grandeur,
The magnificents of it all will wrap around our eyes
blinding us from those that cant see
Letting us continue our dancing
Nature is where the living go to get away from the trolls.
The high archy and building of stone can feel alone
I wont have it, I wont give up my soul
Bring us towards the mountains and the snow
The rain, and sun shine
Let us live in the sublime.

Light of my life, let my star shine
Let me be your only dream
The trees in the forest are green
No need for us to be mean
Let the cancer inside of me end
While my eternal soul breathes on
And when your ready to find me look towards the green

A Few Words about Truth

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creator, eye, man, Truth

I have fallen like a rock towards a never ending well.
Words, expressions, accounts, and mysticism pass through my ears
Shaking my body to the bottom of my toes.
The truth is so close, and at the same time far away.
One might never find what he is looking for, only what he wants.
The grand creator, the eye of man,
I look towards a brighter future.
Though hopeless, I continue my search for my own ideals.
The clairvoyance in our blood rings forever,
Do we have the courage to answer?
the truth is lost until it is found.

The Loneliness of being Awake

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alone, awake, Laymen

There comes a certain loss when one is awake.
The laymen walk and talk as if its a large game to be played.
They have friends and can communicate with one another.
Its as if happiness was never at stake.
While the concious being is left to his own devices
The neophyte goes on not pondering or wondering.
However if its one thing they have on us, its the ability of laughing or maybe its the enjoyment of not knowning.
Right on the bottle there is a large red warning,
For taking the pill, and going down the rabbit hole, is opening a door that can never be shut.
Once the pain has subsided, you have changed never to be how you once were.
A loneliness that is sure to come to those of us who are brave enough to encounter the universe.
Is there envy for those that are still catechumen?
Though I feel being alone was never for the race of men,
I stand awake with no one to stand with.

(It has been a long time since my last post. I’ve been working on a sci-fi novel. yes thats right a science fiction novel. haha! I am a few chapters in to it, and am tempted to post the few chapters I do have. Would anyone be interested in reading them? helping me edit them? etc. Anyway hope you enjoy the poem and I hope even more that you are having a beautiful day.)

Earl Sweatshirt – Chum

Something fresh in the rap game, got to give it to Odd Future and the gang.
Can’t wait for earl sweatshirt to finally get all the fame.

For the Kids (Idiot Baby)

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Baby, crazy, Dare, Drugs

LCD Soundsystem – (Muppet Style)

(Great song, great band, and the muppets. cant go wrong)

My Decathect

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longing, loss, Love

My thoughts were algid, and full of languishing memories,
like the first winter snow in a vast inner city.
Your face reflected upon my soul as if it were branded there by the hottest of metals.
like a great forge, one by one I hammer away on the imprint you have left on me.
My malleable mind, like a child.
Should I regret the opportunity to have loved a lost soul?
I don’t want to whinge, for I feel it was beneficial to my progression.
Though falling from you was never my intention.
I feel like a lagan, just waiting to be recovered.
The sea is biting and bitter.
I won’t imagine you will stay, because your eyes already admitted your disappearance.
Vanishing from my dreams this is my decathect.
Good bye to your beauty and your touch.
One such as I, could never have asked for this much.
A place to call home, now a dark black tomb.
I am now exiled. Let the rain cleanse my wounds.

Easy Does It

Laughing hole heartedly at the newly artifact that was just created!
Art is nothing but a hobby, nothing more then a dream,
like fantasizing about nipples being too large.
He mocks, prods, pokes, and sneezes during the piano concerto.
An unrefined hillbilly spoiling the beauty.

Let us not give up on our souls,
if we lose that there is nothing to live for.

Want to go shoot guns at helpless poor little creatures?
This is what I hear, when he invites me too go shooting.
There is a new steak house that slaughters the cows right in front of you, are you hungry? He invites.
I laugh and tell the beast, the burden, to go away.
He feels superior, though he wont ever understand that he is a fly.
A hopeless puppet, pawn, waiting to be killed for a flag, for another man’s land.

The movement of the people is coming,
It is no longer about the greenbacks,
and the Santa Claus for adults.
Stop the worshiping at money grubbing cathedrals.
Your life is at stake, your slavery is only worth paper.
Feed yourself, and open the mind, the third eye vision can see better when your awake.

Oh how easy it is to be a filthy beast, a non understanding piece of meat.
Controlled by the newest video game, action flick, sex, and what ever has polluted the mind.
Its what we’ve all been accustomed to in the here and now.
There is no gain in living life easily.

1812 Overture – Tchaikovsky

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1812, 1812 Overture, Tchaikovsky

It has been an amazing evening for me. I was visiting with my aunt and uncle who i haven’t seen in several years. They live in the rainforest in Washington. I spent a good few hours with them, and like most introverted people I had wasted my so called battery. It was my time to go and recharge. I was driving home and listening to the radio, which I never do, so I changed it to the classical station. Most people that know me, know that I love classical music. The radio announcer comes on after a wonderful peice and says “Up next Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture!” I instantly became ecstatic and turned the radio up to max volume as it is one of my favorite pieces of music ever. I was driving home through the mountains with the green trees and moss with this song playing. The horns, trumpets, violins, cellos, and everything was so unbelievable that it brought me to tears. (something I dont ever like to admit) However sometimes when I feel depressed about the society that we live in, or the violence that is occurring I have to remind myself of the beauty that can be found in life. Music has always been close to my heart.  Here is that song. Please make the time to listen to this, it may change your life.

Last Push for My Art

Hey just wanted to thank all those that helped last time. I am trying to get up to 150 supporters. It will be the last so called push. I have 10 more days before I see if I can get a grant for my art. Please help me out. It would be much appreciated. If you would like to share on your own blog that would help as well, the more supporters the better. (this is how you can support me. Please click on the link below the photo and then press support. Thanks)

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