Wow! it has been awhile!
Just some late night meanderings for you.
I Kant tell…
The nuances of this noumenon are not unanimous:
Positivley some see it as simile,
As an intellectual episteme,
Of some non-five-sensible symmetry.
Or negatively they profess,
“It’s an un-sensible mess!
A Non-intuitional “Thing in itself” unaddressed.”
But wasn’t “thing in itself” originally “that which is thought?”
Not being the unperceivably possible intelligibly caught;
But that perception and thought make some sort of metaphysical knot?
.....yeah I'm goin to bed
Just some late night meanderings for you.
I Kant tell…
The nuances of this noumenon are not unanimous:
Positivley some see it as simile,
As an intellectual episteme,
Of some non-five-sensible symmetry.
Or negatively they profess,
“It’s an un-sensible mess!
A Non-intuitional “Thing in itself” unaddressed.”
But wasn’t “thing in itself” originally “that which is thought?”
Not being the unperceivably possible intelligibly caught;
But that perception and thought make some sort of metaphysical knot?
.....yeah I'm goin to bed
Was really touched by this poem by Rumi.....
THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
It stays,
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:
A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived
and he dreams he's living in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
It stays,
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:
A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived
and he dreams he's living in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
Wow... been a while SGers,
Life has been super busy lately, had to buy a new car cause mine crapped out
But taking the bus 2 hours both ways led to more poetry:
Whiskey Joy Ride
Feeling low on highballs,
Stumbling upright learning to crawl,
A man can only see as far as his mind will allow,
You tell me as we drown in downtown,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the scotch is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
Liquid courage is a solid chance,
Lets have a raw one night romance,
Driving straight into a steady swerve,
If i wasn't so numb i wouldn't have the nerve.
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the Bourbon is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
Winning this losing game,
Different bar but it all feels the same,
Standing still while the world around me spins,
But the whiskey forgives me for all of my sins...
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the Rye is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
-T
Life has been super busy lately, had to buy a new car cause mine crapped out
But taking the bus 2 hours both ways led to more poetry:Whiskey Joy Ride
Feeling low on highballs,
Stumbling upright learning to crawl,
A man can only see as far as his mind will allow,
You tell me as we drown in downtown,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the scotch is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
Liquid courage is a solid chance,
Lets have a raw one night romance,
Driving straight into a steady swerve,
If i wasn't so numb i wouldn't have the nerve.
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the Bourbon is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
Winning this losing game,
Different bar but it all feels the same,
Standing still while the world around me spins,
But the whiskey forgives me for all of my sins...
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
the Rye is flowing on through high tide,
Lets go on a whiskey joy ride,
Swallow a shot and swallow your pride.
-T
Bad Dog
Its okay to lock me out,
to be invited in is a privilege,
I will just sit here howling sorrow,
and confide in the full moon.
its dark and cold out,
inside it looks so warm,
someday I'm sure,
you'll forgive me for pissing on your floor.
I understand more than you know,
I'm loyal and true to you,
my mange sets you off,
And i smell of sweat and earth,
But i will wait till starvation,
for just one pat on the head,
for just one "good boy",
for just a little of your love...
Its okay to lock me out,
to be invited in is a privilege,
I will just sit here howling sorrow,
and confide in the full moon.
its dark and cold out,
inside it looks so warm,
someday I'm sure,
you'll forgive me for pissing on your floor.
I understand more than you know,
I'm loyal and true to you,
my mange sets you off,
And i smell of sweat and earth,
But i will wait till starvation,
for just one pat on the head,
for just one "good boy",
for just a little of your love...
For the love lorn....
Melancholy covers me heavy,
Like cold blanketed snow on mountain peak,
A soft frozen shell of insulation,
But deep inside red embers still glow.
Her heaven is a castle of ice,
So cold to touch with hand or heart,
But thrones fire burns within,
A beam of lucent phoenix flame,
When i weep, She weeps with me,
When i pain, hers is pained as well,
She drinks my tears while caressing my heart,
My dearest Melancholy...
A cold vacuum, black nothingness,
A frigid robe around bright star,
Pure love in dark absence,
Benevolent peace shrouded in shadows.
When i weep, She weeps with me,
When i pain, hers is pained as well,
She drinks my tears while caressing my heart,
My dearest Melancholy...
Melancholy covers me heavy,
Like cold blanketed snow on mountain peak,
A soft frozen shell of insulation,
But deep inside red embers still glow.
Her heaven is a castle of ice,
So cold to touch with hand or heart,
But thrones fire burns within,
A beam of lucent phoenix flame,
When i weep, She weeps with me,
When i pain, hers is pained as well,
She drinks my tears while caressing my heart,
My dearest Melancholy...
A cold vacuum, black nothingness,
A frigid robe around bright star,
Pure love in dark absence,
Benevolent peace shrouded in shadows.
When i weep, She weeps with me,
When i pain, hers is pained as well,
She drinks my tears while caressing my heart,
My dearest Melancholy...
DERP!
I've been having VERY crazy vivid dreams.Nothing really sexual in nature, more like a monet painting of my subconscious. You may think this weird but i always have wild dreams before some big life-altering moment. I have also been reading some crazy poetry, Rumi and Leonard Cohen to name a couple.Very different approaches but similar content. So dreamy, philosophical and deep. Strange to think they are roughly 600 years apart, but then again how much can the human condition change....ooooh deep waters lol!
I really hope that you all are having a wonderful time joyously wrestling with life,i know i am!
Report to R.S.B..
Peace did not come to my life.
My life escaped
and peace was there
Often i bump into my life,
trying to catch its breath,
pay a bill,
or tolerate the news,
tripping as usual
over the cables
of someones beauty-
my little life:
so loyal.
so devoted to its obscure purposes-
And i hasten to report,
doing fine without me.
Book of Longing Leonard Cohen
-T
I've been having VERY crazy vivid dreams.Nothing really sexual in nature, more like a monet painting of my subconscious. You may think this weird but i always have wild dreams before some big life-altering moment. I have also been reading some crazy poetry, Rumi and Leonard Cohen to name a couple.Very different approaches but similar content. So dreamy, philosophical and deep. Strange to think they are roughly 600 years apart, but then again how much can the human condition change....ooooh deep waters lol!
I really hope that you all are having a wonderful time joyously wrestling with life,i know i am!
Report to R.S.B..
Peace did not come to my life.
My life escaped
and peace was there
Often i bump into my life,
trying to catch its breath,
pay a bill,
or tolerate the news,
tripping as usual
over the cables
of someones beauty-
my little life:
so loyal.
so devoted to its obscure purposes-
And i hasten to report,
doing fine without me.
Book of Longing Leonard Cohen
-T
Hello there Crazies!
Pretty insanely busy week! Our band kicked out our singer, i was sick, my dog was sick (ear infection he's okay now) and we had a lot of SNOW. Brrrrrrrrrrrr... But i made it through! I actually really enjoy walking Homer in high snow as he bounds in and out of the banks like a seal. The street lights reflect shimmering colours off the ice making it seem almost as if they were communing with the twinkling stars.
My Band shed some skin so to speak when we let our singer go... we are still trying to find our legs stylistically and he really didn't fit in. I wish him the best in his next endeavors but DFG is moving on...much love Jake.
I found out my dog may have an allergy to the food i've been feeding him thus leading to ear infections and "itchy toes" (as the vet put it), so im changing up his diet to hypo-allergenic food. He did have me worried though for awhile there.
Last but not least some more poetry:
(yeah yeah i know why ruin a perfectly good blog, but you can fuck right off! )
Love lies bleeding
Come now steadfast Amaranth,
My wounds are ready for your embrace,
You grow here on my path,
Unwithering smile upon your face.
Come now sweet curing kiss,
The roses thorn has my finger pricked,
their scarlet petals avarice,
Taking my all and keeping theirs in thrift.
Come now steadfast Amaranth,
Can't you see my love lies bleeding?
I need you in these precious hours,
My only consort, my only healing.
I wrote this awhile ago but this set reminded me of it
Amaranthine
Goodnight all!
Pretty insanely busy week! Our band kicked out our singer, i was sick, my dog was sick (ear infection he's okay now) and we had a lot of SNOW. Brrrrrrrrrrrr... But i made it through! I actually really enjoy walking Homer in high snow as he bounds in and out of the banks like a seal. The street lights reflect shimmering colours off the ice making it seem almost as if they were communing with the twinkling stars.
My Band shed some skin so to speak when we let our singer go... we are still trying to find our legs stylistically and he really didn't fit in. I wish him the best in his next endeavors but DFG is moving on...much love Jake.
I found out my dog may have an allergy to the food i've been feeding him thus leading to ear infections and "itchy toes" (as the vet put it), so im changing up his diet to hypo-allergenic food. He did have me worried though for awhile there.
Last but not least some more poetry:
(yeah yeah i know why ruin a perfectly good blog, but you can fuck right off!
)Love lies bleeding
Come now steadfast Amaranth,
My wounds are ready for your embrace,
You grow here on my path,
Unwithering smile upon your face.
Come now sweet curing kiss,
The roses thorn has my finger pricked,
their scarlet petals avarice,
Taking my all and keeping theirs in thrift.
Come now steadfast Amaranth,
Can't you see my love lies bleeding?
I need you in these precious hours,
My only consort, my only healing.
I wrote this awhile ago but this set reminded me of it
Amaranthine
Goodnight all!
Hello all!
I was considering the idea of strength today. What is strength to you?
I would love to hear any times where your strength has been tested. Win or lose, its not really about outcome more so a curiosity over what individuals consider strength and how they approach these obstacles..
Mine's tested most days just driving to work. Someone cuts me off and instead of getting angry i try to just let it go and focus on driving. That persons wife could be having a baby, or maybe their family's in trouble, or their late for work, who knows? It's a small example but sometimes the small instances build up to something greater. Maybe then the cycle of anger can end with me and the next time i accidentally cut someone off they might have the strength to understand.
But i'll leave this on a Quote
"Vincent Van Gogh. Everyone said to him, "You can't be a great painter, you only have one ear." And you know what he said? "I can't hear you.""
-Barry from Dinner for Schmucks
Have an awesome day!
-T
Heyo All!
just wanted to share a quote from one of my fav authors;
"It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life to find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than "try to be a little kinder."" -Aldous Huxley
hope someones "a little kinder" to you all today!
Baby me!!!
-T
Hello non subscribers!
I have some more thoughts twisted. Ive realized that my posts a very Bi-polar...well if you don't like it you can just fuck right off haha. hows that for bi polar. Today's Twist is a little short but intense (not unlike me.. 5'2"... ladies).
Please enjoy!
Puppet on a Noose
Its only a matter of time before these puppet strings become a noose.
I guess the masters pulling decided it was time to cut me loose.
The more i move,
the more i tangle,
The more the strings begin to strangle.
Dance puppet dance
Dance puppet dance
Dance 'round till you choke
On your own ignorance.
No one left to manipulate me with their guiding stroke.
I'm strung up, strung out, and beginning to choke.
I've got all these strings,
to hold me down,
Binding my body as they wrap 'round and 'round.
Dance puppet dance
Dance puppet dance
Dance 'round till you choke
On your own ignorance.
Thanks for reading,
-T
