First there were Crows
to mend my woes.
Then there were Doves,
sent from above to fill me with love.
Then the Hawk with whom my spirit did soar.
With tongue in Leo hear me roar.
Dreams so vivid hath spot an Owl.
to seek Truth my heart did avow.
A fallen star
But from afar
Who are you? Who are we—
But cast from infinity?
When from the light?
What is what in the dark,
All emanated from spark.
You and I can reconcile,
But consider the start.
All is one, one is all
Adam and Eve
Set the Fall.
Knowledge is a true blessing,
For knowledge is given.
From the omniscious energy
Full of All that there is and is to become.
Knowledge cannot be personally attained.
Having common sense is not merely enough;
One must be lacking, yearning, seeking for completeness.
A young man may dwell on memories of better days,
Or contemplate on all there is and receive
an idea, transformed to action—Will.
A mouse may seek out his own food,
or he may realize he is being fed.
Between this reality and the ones in minds eye, of which do I reside?
In the center of it all, is the All.
Chaos, harmony, ugliness and beauty.
Sirens, guns blaring, and wise words from Djehuti.
The police helicopter circles and the Dove sings overhead—
Serenity amidst disruption.
A boulder in a rushing river.
Life is motion, then it is stillness.
I am a tree.
Like hands, my branches reach toward heaven.
My trunk is my body.
The roots extend as much below as above.
Although you cannot see them,
It is the deepest part of my being hidden.
I am brought to life from confined abysmal darkness.
— And nourished through boundless divine light.
When man is left to his own devices,
He is temperamental. He is cultured, deep.
He is okay with his appearance, in all forms,
He lacks nothing, for he has nothing.
Taking his time down the steep dark descent,
He only found her by way of scent.
“Where are you?” Said he, reaching but not finding.
“There is another world up there only found by climbing!”
“Shhh!” She sang, gaze affixed to shadow image on the wall.
A hopeless heartache—if only they knew a fraction of it All.
At times I feel her arise in me.
The divine feminine smirking with power.
A blackness so brilliant—
Like the sheen of a crow in the Sun.
The dark murky waters of creation is where she dwells.
Animate by her energy, I enter the quantum;
Where there is no state of becoming, rather, Absolution.
She is both life and death,
The guiding and tempting force of which I am present vessel.
Written Nov. 2012
At this point, we both know it’s over. Your room knows we’re over. Your chest of drawers know. Your walls hanging with pictures of us know. Your sheets suck in the scent of me, only to torture you while you sleep. As you lie there, your mind will unknowingly recognize my scent. And as you reach for me, you’ll awaken alone and cold. But for now, we’ll lay here and think of the emptiness that is to come.
It’s quiet now. You’ve just told me we won’t last. You lay your head on my chest. “I wonder if she can hear my heart breaking?” I imagine my heart as shifting tectonic plates. As my brain scrambles to recognize this feeling, it exclaims “Ah, heartache. We meet again.” My brain relays messages to my liver, kidney, colon, muscles, nervous system, and lungs of the coming storm. They then ready for the great purge of sorrow to come.
The power lies in the dollar. The rich and powerful have enormous hordes of cash. They’ve accumulated this perceived energy through the working class consumers. They are capitalist because they have capitalized on the spending patterns of the average person. We, as a society, are materialists, consumers, and the ones that run the world. Without our income, as low as it may be, the rich would be unable to capitalize on our spending patterns or our need to work for them. In effect, they need to pay us so that we may spend. The illusion of monetization and privatization must be upheld with the utmost scrutiny.
What we as consumers must realize is that we in truth have all the power. If everyone decided not to use Snapchat, and move to Instagram all at once, Snapchat’s value would be nothing aside from the physical liquefiable assets such as servers and data they may own, patents, and/or all owned properties. If everyone decided to stop buying bananas, they would cease to exist all together (with the exception of those capable of growing banana trees out of novelty). No one would have a financial incentive to create bananas. This goes for everything you can think of that is bought and sold globally.
If our internal desires spoke their virtuous ideals through our spending patterns, we would live in a more benevolent society. The wealthiest people would be the most accomplished in almost every aspect. The poorest would be the most ignorant and least creative. But even then if global apathy is as it is now, the poor would remain poor. If to be empathetic were a virtue, and if society upheld our virtues, there would be no poverty. The rich accomplished creatives would feel endowed with a sense of generosity; knowing that we all thrive if we all win. There is no unity with privatization, no patriotism with bipartisanship, no brotherhood with bigotry, no life with monetization.