So, how does this feel? Poked in the eye sharply by the things I see which offend my heart on a day to day basis. I struggle, not blindly, but with full sight and clarity of mind against those who are in the majority but have nonetheless drunken from the well of insanity. I cling with maddening grip and desperate fingers to the lost images from my dreamworld, and I fight the vortex folds to bring them to this reality; this dimension that I share with you.
Its hard to hold a dream in your fingers when someone is kicking you in the gut.
And so I learn to become shapeless, bound to none but that of my own shadow. What cannot be straightened cannot be broken. I must remain mercurial, like quicksilver; not holding, only reflecting and illuminating from within.
But what I feel now is divided. My parts separated so that the magic within them cannot be united and overcome my captors. Too much taking has left me scurrying secretly in the dark for moments of stolen time such as these; here, you and I, plotting revolution. There are too many hands in this plan for the minutes of my day. It is time for me to sever them with cold calculation. It is time for me to reclaim what is mine.
There comes a time for each man to clean up his own back yard.
I now understand with a great clarity why the archangels carried swords. It is this grand swell of love within me that must be obeyed. It will not be subdued or contained, and it will not subside. My love for the world will not wait until later or when it is convenient for everyones schedule. It is a love of perpetual radiance from a central point. It is a love of explosion. I have asked my heart does not know where this love comes from and neither do I. We hold this truth to be undeniable.
So. Where do we go from here It is the intensity of the longing that does all the work. according to Kabir. It is not for the star to find your eye, but for your eye to find the star. I will burn brightly in hopes that from where I stand against this May nights sky, all may see and testify that I have done my will, and should I die tomorrow, I shall leave you with a smile.
Its hard to hold a dream in your fingers when someone is kicking you in the gut.
And so I learn to become shapeless, bound to none but that of my own shadow. What cannot be straightened cannot be broken. I must remain mercurial, like quicksilver; not holding, only reflecting and illuminating from within.
But what I feel now is divided. My parts separated so that the magic within them cannot be united and overcome my captors. Too much taking has left me scurrying secretly in the dark for moments of stolen time such as these; here, you and I, plotting revolution. There are too many hands in this plan for the minutes of my day. It is time for me to sever them with cold calculation. It is time for me to reclaim what is mine.
There comes a time for each man to clean up his own back yard.
I now understand with a great clarity why the archangels carried swords. It is this grand swell of love within me that must be obeyed. It will not be subdued or contained, and it will not subside. My love for the world will not wait until later or when it is convenient for everyones schedule. It is a love of perpetual radiance from a central point. It is a love of explosion. I have asked my heart does not know where this love comes from and neither do I. We hold this truth to be undeniable.
So. Where do we go from here It is the intensity of the longing that does all the work. according to Kabir. It is not for the star to find your eye, but for your eye to find the star. I will burn brightly in hopes that from where I stand against this May nights sky, all may see and testify that I have done my will, and should I die tomorrow, I shall leave you with a smile.
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Give your life to become one of them.
ummm ill try
1. i grew up in and around detroit, left several times chicago being one of the longer locations, but since 2000 i've been in ann arbor going to school. and i just moved to seattle
i went to school for photo and graphic design so im some strange aesthetic sense going on. i love john leguizamo because he reminds me of a lot of the kids i grew up with and also tells stories i can relate and his characters are always fuckin ON IT and also he makes me laugh a lot. i saw him when he came to my school a couple years ago it was neat, he wasnt one of those lazy entertainers who repeat some half assed routine that they've already done a million times for smalled crowds, it seemed like he actually thought of what he wanted to say even though it was in a smallass school audtorium. that impressed me
yah shogun assassin ... love it. love kung fu flcks. dont own any now, sadly. and lost shogun assasin. HMPF
boy that makes me giggle is not same as last boy i probably wrote about. i've had two very strong-willed and completly opposite men in my life for the past year.... one exiting, one entering. the last one is far away now and it makes me sad. he's a good friend and i miss him a lot. the other one told me he was going to die within months of my leaving but then he ALWAYS says junk like that when he is drinking and is just weird and im getting to old to be wasting my time with people who cant get over their fuckin issues
ok now IVE lost track and dont know what to say? there's a spider under my ned i wish he would go home