Apocolypse

Apocolypse: Prophecy? or Theory?

Prophetic theory endorsed by collective guilt?

Self filfilling prophetic theory?

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I can run a maze for treats for only so long

before my spirit withers

or ignites

Into passionate bursts of determination

to orent myself as a quantum factor

an awakened being

an updated model of human

being human

masterfully

That's the gig for me, see

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The old paradigm as become to rigid to squeeze much of it

into a future

The time has come to deviate from the historical trajectory

too tight to breathe deep

coiled tight

poised to fly

a mind yearns to break free of it's history

its self conception

I WILL NOT USE THE PAST AS A TEMPLATE FOR THE FUTURE

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Alice stepped through the Looking Glass

Aladin pulled a Genie from the Lantern

The Lion and the Witch in the Wardrobe

A ripped Van Winkle emerging from the cave of the Little People

Mascalito comes to you through the plant

A ranting man on the street

quentessential speach

reach into the deep

from sleep

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Question the Regestered

the Trade Marked

the Copywritten realities

Spend your time tripping on the corporate rhyme

and climb into bed with the dead

the streilized heads

the federalis of ignorance

The ruling class of the Realm of Thud

have little affinity for divinity

Where does your affinity lie?

What does your eye spy?

Why?

Do you see what you wish to see?

What you want to be?

Reality ain't what it used to be

not for you and me navigating this sea of hypocracy

the fever pitch of a century.

Seeking the eye of the storm

the I of my form

a mother warm and a father borne free of dichotomy

within me the two become one

I am their son

as I conceive myself to be

set free of the feudal two

the sticky glue of past incarnations

incarceration in the name of the struggle to be

real

free

Can you feel me?

Can you sense the Humanity climbing from the profanity of history:

the myopic lies of the blinded spys that pass up the wise

Living in romantic lore

waiting for armageddon to even the score

to make more less

and to give less more

But

are we not,

less or more

the archetects of what's in store?

Memory is a Whore

that sells itself to the highest emotion

Commitment

Walking into a situation to write myself out.

If I display agitated behaviours and tones when I think or talk about someone, then I am allowing my mind to become troubled by an objectified symbol of my own neglected pathos. To suffer the dark or negative self image of myself, which I see reflected in the tones and behaviours of those around me, is akin to victomizing myself at the hands of unwilling victimizers. Stilling the mind might be a more economical use of time.

I am coming to see time as the most precious resource at my disposal. When I work with time, when I spend it on efforts I value and embue with deep meaning: that is when I fell alive, when I feel I am fulfilling my potential.

With all this Apocolypse in the air, people continue to struggle for security, attempting to gird themselves against some point in time that has yet to happen: these people invest their precious time in preparations for suffering, rather than creating an alternative to suffering. How can one make peace while preparing for war? We are what we eat. What do we feed our minds on? A durge or a song? Not that there is a right and wrong,; that has been going on for too long.

The Players

The Players come to the table

the people want to play

a game of games

Minds combined into...

...who can tell?

Minds reflecting on each other

a revelatory process

a method for calibrating

the capacity for revelation

How much can you take?

How deep can one fathomn into beauty?

How much profanity can one endure gracefully?

Coming to terms

determined to actualize the self conception

to see if it holds water

Here

one finds out if their

But...

is too big

their vision too narrow

Here

this Game

a gage for one's willingness

to understand their reason for being

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The Movie

The Quest

The thirst for more bigger better

the trip of the western mind through the lie of matter

Mad thirst for experience

Young gods stomping around the globe

in search of their world

Gathering their people into theoretic realities

hoping they will stand the test of time

herding the absent mind into the unmarked grave:

and what do you have to say about it?

How high can you lift your eyes?

When the shit his the fan are you going to be surprised?

Will you empathize with the fools

caught up in the rules dictated by the myopic schools

designed to turn giants into dwarves?

Are you keeping score?

or are you just another prisoner

of the war waged on the human spirit?

Are you too drunk to hear it?

The world is but a stage

and the Wizards work to clear it for a showdown due at dawn

A greater Sun illuminates the horizon of imagination

a greater one shatter breaks the reactive limitation

slicing through the insulation of the timid mind

The "New and Improved" information strikes the seeking mind

as a memory

frome before the time.