Sit and relax upon that comfy bed,
The bed your hard earned labor bought.
I have to tell you a story,
A story of reality and true mediocrity.
For those whom settle,
Settle for the supposed facts,
Told by bias media and ferric minds.
Can they attract you?
They say God is trying to talk to you,
Yet can you hear when you do not listen, the truth?
To the rain,
To the wind,
To the rushing waters means.
To the sight beyond sight,
To the touch of my mind to thee.
Seeing free is all I ask,
No miss-guidance, no illusions.
No deception to your beliefs,
No lying behind preferred anti-salubrity.
Tumultuous needs falling greater on thee,
Moving, diving, sailing, creating more of thee.
This will not be the first right, nor will never be a last,
Olson was a test and I passed.
Move to the conclusion that truth is a life,
Connected in a samurai way,
Maneuvering around another obstacle in the path,
Gaining motivated sways and positive mutual ways.
See the guard relieved and let go,
Of the negative response of survivability.
We work together and eat from the plate of life.
Read it not in the book, but in the lines of reality.
Let go of the menial propriety and be free,
To enjoy the fork,
To enjoy the book,
To enjoy the times.
To courageously become sublime.
Fine.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Will, Juan will what he needs?
Will Juan, will. Listen not to the needs and wants and go with the will...truth resides in our will, our souls and thus our purpose...which is based on our will...to survive, to succeed, to teach, to lie, to dominate, to share, to mind, to perceive the will is to know the self and the motivations within the will. Heed not to the material needs and find the truth. What will you do for you? Do you clothe you or someone else in need? Do you find you or someone else in need? One mans philosophy is just that to read, if you look inside you will find your will to will anything you perceive as a need.
Constututional Comments
To comment or not to comment, that is no question.
When said commenter says such fact, conjecture or opinion,
Said listener should, by the first amendment of right, retort.
May it be based on religion,
May it be based on just our voice,
May it be based on our job to report,
Or may it be based on our political activision.
I have the right to petition the validity of your statement.
That means you, the government,
You, the corporate conglomerate.
That means you, the business owner,
You the Hollywood big shot.
That means you the hot coffee individual,
With total disregard for your own responsibility.
That means, you the "Health Care Sector",
With your misdiagnosis and unequivocal fees.
It is the freedom of the people,
To question your motivations,
Your insincere approach to our dollar,
Total disregard for our well being and prosperity.
Surely as you are an American citizen,
You can speak against local tyranny.
No other country can, but do we really?
I look inside the views of Americans
And see our "politicians" are not representing we.
We the people of these United States of America,
Will no longer deal with the repressions,
Of currency, jobs and family interests.
If this acting government keeps treating us like,
Numbers on a piece of paper,
Servants of your political self-promotion, and political self-preservation.
The second amendment shall come into bare great consequence,
As the soul of Thomas Jefferson stands behind me.
Why speak of the truth to an assumed blind society?
When is the political solution not concerned with our minds?
What value is placed on a human-kind?
Where will the free people again rise-up and commonly agree,
Where?
Against this political tyranny,
Backed by lobbyist and big companies!
Please comment freely.
When said commenter says such fact, conjecture or opinion,
Said listener should, by the first amendment of right, retort.
May it be based on religion,
May it be based on just our voice,
May it be based on our job to report,
Or may it be based on our political activision.
I have the right to petition the validity of your statement.
That means you, the government,
You, the corporate conglomerate.
That means you, the business owner,
You the Hollywood big shot.
That means you the hot coffee individual,
With total disregard for your own responsibility.
That means, you the "Health Care Sector",
With your misdiagnosis and unequivocal fees.
It is the freedom of the people,
To question your motivations,
Your insincere approach to our dollar,
Total disregard for our well being and prosperity.
Surely as you are an American citizen,
You can speak against local tyranny.
No other country can, but do we really?
I look inside the views of Americans
And see our "politicians" are not representing we.
We the people of these United States of America,
Will no longer deal with the repressions,
Of currency, jobs and family interests.
If this acting government keeps treating us like,
Numbers on a piece of paper,
Servants of your political self-promotion, and political self-preservation.
The second amendment shall come into bare great consequence,
As the soul of Thomas Jefferson stands behind me.
Why speak of the truth to an assumed blind society?
When is the political solution not concerned with our minds?
What value is placed on a human-kind?
Where will the free people again rise-up and commonly agree,
Where?
Against this political tyranny,
Backed by lobbyist and big companies!
Please comment freely.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
How the curse sounds
Vibrant and loud,
Crying in the world.
Like a flight of unheard loss,
Screams never mind,
Perishing souls of time.
Hear them, know them, not in time,
Yet in mind, the souls cry and thrash,
No wills, no remorse.
When will current day see history,
Round and round is the sound.
And I loath just to how you feel,
So go and jump to conclusions,
Simplify me with statistics and geeky minds.
The truth is well above you,
The reality of life will ultimately prevail.
Struggle, struggle to try to get free,
Why will not others see.
Finding time to suppress all of we,
It's all this corporate tyranny.
Wee, wee, wee,
Don't wanna take this,
Where not gonna take this!
No more, no more lies, no more tries!
Kill the leaders and the power filled plight.
There is no more shadow we can take.
Are we right, are we ruled,
Ti's the beginning of the end of the governed truths?
Combine the belief and the couth,
Remove the rule and the might,
Become the future of humanity.
As long as they arise in contradiction,
There is a no moment to be free.
Crying in the world.
Like a flight of unheard loss,
Screams never mind,
Perishing souls of time.
Hear them, know them, not in time,
Yet in mind, the souls cry and thrash,
No wills, no remorse.
When will current day see history,
Round and round is the sound.
And I loath just to how you feel,
So go and jump to conclusions,
Simplify me with statistics and geeky minds.
The truth is well above you,
The reality of life will ultimately prevail.
Struggle, struggle to try to get free,
Why will not others see.
Finding time to suppress all of we,
It's all this corporate tyranny.
Wee, wee, wee,
Don't wanna take this,
Where not gonna take this!
No more, no more lies, no more tries!
Kill the leaders and the power filled plight.
There is no more shadow we can take.
Are we right, are we ruled,
Ti's the beginning of the end of the governed truths?
Combine the belief and the couth,
Remove the rule and the might,
Become the future of humanity.
As long as they arise in contradiction,
There is a no moment to be free.
The future be told, the future behold.
To the doom on you.
When will political views become true.
Not as in a belief, yet balanced like true democracy.
NO labels, no rules.
Just Do the Right Thing,
Always be true.
The system is running, no doubt, no muse.
No more dirty views,
To be said about us later,
When time ticks beyond our traders.
Sitting wanting to only increase your stock,
Manipulating our every lives.
Siting on your past of lies and troughs.
All you know and all you see,
Is when your looking down on me.
Analyzing and systematizing my value, my tax reality.
What will it take for you to see me,
Repeat, repeat.
You know when the reality seeks,
Life and truth beyond all moralities,
You will crumble and struggle to find me.
Time and time again you change,
Passion and glory rising over thee.
No choice but to destroy me.
Not love, not sight, only life,
Will end your plight and willing tide.
Fine.
When will political views become true.
Not as in a belief, yet balanced like true democracy.
NO labels, no rules.
Just Do the Right Thing,
Always be true.
The system is running, no doubt, no muse.
No more dirty views,
To be said about us later,
When time ticks beyond our traders.
Sitting wanting to only increase your stock,
Manipulating our every lives.
Siting on your past of lies and troughs.
All you know and all you see,
Is when your looking down on me.
Analyzing and systematizing my value, my tax reality.
What will it take for you to see me,
Repeat, repeat.
You know when the reality seeks,
Life and truth beyond all moralities,
You will crumble and struggle to find me.
Time and time again you change,
Passion and glory rising over thee.
No choice but to destroy me.
Not love, not sight, only life,
Will end your plight and willing tide.
Fine.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
So long and thanks for all the debt.
One can never really perceive the truth,
For the truth is in the eye of the beholder.
There can be a path, cut and dry,
Sitting, waiting for your time.
Yet they tell you not,
Of the foolish thought of debt.
When the clock struck three,
We flee to the grounds we see.
Not of oversight and committees,
No closing numbers, no losing philosophy.
A swift pat on the back and a shake of the finger,
Now don't you linger, you have to much to see.
Like I had no idea you were up to something,
Sure and smiling for all to see, elect me you shouted pronouncedly.
All the while the debt wheel churns,
The spending on luxuries and deserving tranquility.
So did you not see me,
The person, the meaning, the tree.
You did not set upon a sight for better,
No, no only greed and self propriety.
Now there is rampant debauchery and reluctant responsibility,
For the entire world to see, lazy, lazy humanity.
Not real, but living in an alternate reality,
Oh how you cannot see the simple bee.
That is let me be me,
Not this misleading ideal of society.
Easy money and manipulation is all you see,
Right through the very soul of my timely be me.
How callously you misinterpret me,
How I care not for your sigh of debiting me.
For this, for that, and oh I miss this one too,
The loot, like in a legal robbery, you are stealing true, true.
The very reason I am part of this American society is to be free,
Not to be inundated with chronological fees!
When will America let itself free,
From its own corporate tyranny.
To sell to other lands citizens,
Take not advantage of our own lands,
And see we all long to be in the world of less need.
Only then will you let yourself free.
So try it, try to let me be me.
Leave the ways of owing the key,
The stone, the tree...let possessions go,
And be free with me.
For the truth is in the eye of the beholder.
There can be a path, cut and dry,
Sitting, waiting for your time.
Yet they tell you not,
Of the foolish thought of debt.
When the clock struck three,
We flee to the grounds we see.
Not of oversight and committees,
No closing numbers, no losing philosophy.
A swift pat on the back and a shake of the finger,
Now don't you linger, you have to much to see.
Like I had no idea you were up to something,
Sure and smiling for all to see, elect me you shouted pronouncedly.
All the while the debt wheel churns,
The spending on luxuries and deserving tranquility.
So did you not see me,
The person, the meaning, the tree.
You did not set upon a sight for better,
No, no only greed and self propriety.
Now there is rampant debauchery and reluctant responsibility,
For the entire world to see, lazy, lazy humanity.
Not real, but living in an alternate reality,
Oh how you cannot see the simple bee.
That is let me be me,
Not this misleading ideal of society.
Easy money and manipulation is all you see,
Right through the very soul of my timely be me.
How callously you misinterpret me,
How I care not for your sigh of debiting me.
For this, for that, and oh I miss this one too,
The loot, like in a legal robbery, you are stealing true, true.
The very reason I am part of this American society is to be free,
Not to be inundated with chronological fees!
When will America let itself free,
From its own corporate tyranny.
To sell to other lands citizens,
Take not advantage of our own lands,
And see we all long to be in the world of less need.
Only then will you let yourself free.
So try it, try to let me be me.
Leave the ways of owing the key,
The stone, the tree...let possessions go,
And be free with me.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Summer Rain, Summon Reine
Oh, how I love the summer rain,
Plip, plop, plip down on my face.
How does it affect me so,
Can you know how it effects me so?
The beings above know...the sky, the plop, the plip.
Do you know how it goes,
To stand out in the night,
With the rain coming down tight?
Rought with light and life,
Straight down in its flight.
True, I am no knight,
Yet my fight for my plight,
Is no less than the belief in something more.
Not green, not mean,
Just standing in the rain,
Absorbing the truth of life,
And as another night is dripping from the sky,
All of us that try are dying too.
Just before the sky,
You realize that you point at your life,
An enlightening sight.
Oh how the sweet summer rain,
Can make the day melt away.
Quieting, calming, cooling,
Its reign is for always.
No running, no rolling,
Moving away from the rain is insane.
Find the truth of life,
In the flight of the rain,
Soothing, truing rain.
Listen the plip goes,
Plop you know.
In the line of might,
Even the rain still goes.
Even when the world is out of foes,
The rain will still go...plip, plop, plip.
Strong and slow even if you don't know.
So, sleep well knowing,
Rain is falling on your mind,
It is kind, it is fine.
Then awake knowing more,
Growing to know the sky is not lore,
Finding the truth in its light,
Is interdicted no more.
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