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Notes to Self: Poetry in Real Life
I am not a poet. And yet, now I am. To deny it, I must become it. Damn it!
Poetry is the language of dreams, spoken by the architect, I AM.
The gas that I passed from my ass was a blast from the past.
This symphony of traffic is music to my ears. Were it any otherwise, I'd surely be in tears.
One may visit nature for healing. I'd like to be alone, please.
Breathe. Deeply. Like a baby. All day, every day. Until that (glorious) moment you don't need to breathe anymore.
True or false: All apparent opposites resolve to cancel each other out.
World outside. Literal reflection. Life within. Up to the moment. Refresh browser. Update. Latest news. Show me.
Silence is golden; in this I trust. Speak only as much as you must.
We can always start over, start fresh, begin again, reset, clean house, clean slate, as if we had infinite lives, eternal life, bottomless depth, endless wealth - and all the time in the world.
Afterthoughts are like dezert: you have to eat them, before they eat you; you have to.
Always run with your first impression; see where it leads. True you makes no mistakes, I do believe.
After I find out who I am, own it, live it and love it, then, maybe, I can change, if necessity. (No, wait! Never change! You perfect, baby! I love you!!)
I almost don't care what happens next. Maybe this is 'holy indifference' - well, almost, I guess.
If you do not know yourself, you cannot know anything else. Good luck!
From women, men can learn loving attachment. From men, women can learn loving detachment.
Don't just fuck. Buck up. Get down and make love.
Being smart does not make you right. Unless it does. And if it does not, perhaps you're not that smart.
I am a machine; you operate me. Press my buttons, please.
Common curtesy, like common sense, is by no means ubiquitous.
Cologne, perfume, toothpaste, mouthwash, deodorant, soap, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, moisturizing cream, no, not one; none of these can disguise bad vibes.
If anything is a sin, willful ignorance is it. // There is no sin. All is forgiven, my children.
The truly good life is fun and easy, so quit trying so hard!
Faith and doubt, belief and disbelief, attachment and detachment, when these dichotomies become one and the same thing, that's the ticket.
The sound of waterfalls nearby cleanses the palate of my mind.
Snares and cages all around me, trap game all about. I disbelieve in doubt and I get out.
Cold feet. Second thoughts. Panic button. Running scared. I never know where I need to go/be…until I get there.
I can wait for you a moment; I can wait forever, hell. But if I'm being truly honest...you no longer ring my bell.
The world is a lie. Words are lies. News, society, war, famine, family, culture, people, money, work, love, and stuff - all lies, and the same lie, every time. This is the lie of the real. No deal! No deal! Get thee behind me, Satan!
By grace are we saved, through faith, not by doing, nor by trying, but by the strength of our belief. What a relief.
Sadness, like every living thing, it just wants to be allowed to live. Please, don't kill your misery too quickly. There is suffering. Let it be.
Give up the struggle. Sacrifice pain. Desire is the root of all suffering is vain.
Forgive me, Lord, my pride - not as I forgive others, slowly, poorly, sometimes; you know me; but better, much better, please; surely and completely.
Every thing that has ever been wrong with anyone has been wrong in me…but I transcended most of those things, mostly.
Men are dogs. But dogs are loyal. Women are cats. But cats are royal.
How much do I really trust in my self, my god, really? A little, on Sundays, in theory…or every moment, in practice, religiously?
There are no wrong answers here. Question everything. Challenge reality.
Everything happens for a reason, if we believe everything happens for a reason.
Flip that switch, from 'OFF' to 'ON' - and then press the 'EASY' button.
If you put your thoughts into words, and those words onto paper, they will leave you be in peace, like good neighbors.
I don't know anything I don't know. I only know what I know. I don't know anything. Ignorance is bliss, so liberating!
Oh, I get it now. Being present, at the moment of creation. Now.
I am not 'self' conscious. I am not.
Let the mind wander freely, love, roaming the hills of the heart.
All love is true, unto itself. Life is (a) self-fulfilling prophecy.
Listen to the voice within. (It calls your name.)
Everything good is bad for you, if you attach (your idea of) your 'self' to it. Let's be selective, shall we?
I cannot hear anything anybody says. I am not really listening. The noise in my mind cancels all debt and thought.
My life is my world; I need to keep it clean.
I take back my love, and withdraw my support, from the campaign you wage, to steal my attention, away from the mission, that one single reason we're here. Forget you.
The scariest thing, to me, my reflection is all I see.
There is no use in complaining / if this is your karma, baby...
Haters never prosper. Lord, let this be true. If it cannot be, then let me see nothing but You.
Renunciation is the (only) gift that (always) keeps on giving.
Maybe we never get to 'know' our friends, we only learn to 'see' each other.
Love is like suicide, seeking the end of the self.
Sincerity is a language all its own - and to some, a foreign tongue.
If love is like a tree, each relationship is a branch; some bear fruit; others need to be trimmed.
Nobody cares what I'm doing, maybe, but I care, and that is all that matters, to me.
Oh, I get it. How we treat others is how we deserve to be treated. Cool.
Love is like a butterfly. If you chase after, it runs away. If you let it come to you, it will stay.
Brutal honesty is my best and only defense strategy.
There are no rules…but if there were only one, it might be "Don't be boring." Surprise me, please.
Instead of giving due respect, men and women, we fear each other, our differences, and then we blame each other for failing to be respectful or respectable enough. Oops.
I might be right, wrong or indifferent, but if I am sincere, then condescending, I am not…but I can be sincerely condescending.
You cannot define yourself by a negative. Haters stand for nothing.
Really, can shallow means ever achieve deep ends?
If you f- with me, that's love, like when I f- with you. And if we don't, that's love, too.
Cat fighting is for cats. I am not a cat. I am a dog.
Most of the time, all the things that could go wrong, do not. What a relief.
I wonder if we worry way too much, about all the wrong things.
What if… whatever we believe comes to be true, past, present or future? What if all of this reality is our contract…and we can change anything, or everything, as we choose? What would we do if we could do anything?
The line between fact and fiction…is a fiction.
Sometimes, the grass really is greener on the other side.
A lie often begins as a potential truth, a promise to be kept, a standard to be met, and only becomes a falsehood later on, when we fail to live up to our words.
"It twerks if you twerk it."
IMO: Uncertainty keeps love alive
FYI: I am not a recreational activity. If I have to hear abut your feelings, you gots to absorb my thoughts. Hashtag reciprocity. Fair trade.
There is no such thing as a personal opinion. But that is just my personal opinion. Unless it's not.
You can't shit a shitter. But you can quit a quitter.
Most people will always be most people - and that's okay. Not everyone needs to be special. Envy anonymous worker bees.
"The imperfection in My creation, it creates a need for Me." -god
We fall in love with our drama…and then we have to climb out.
Love means…allowing others to take you for granted??
Perhaps it is just as simple as that. Priorities must be in the proper order, with first things first. Remind me to drop you out of my top five the next time you try to eat me alive.
There may be a way out. We should check the perimeter.
Pain and suffering take place inside the body, heart and mind…but outside of the soul.
Everything you can conceive has its opposite, if you can imagine it.
Your truth is what is useful to you, so choose it wisely. Your truth is your truth.
Our insecurities drive us to pursue success, and when we achieve our goals, they return from the depths of the subconscious to destroy our happiness.
If I stop trying, something bigger and stronger than me takes over and works through me, and I can relax, and take it easy. Finally, the vacation I so richly deserve!
Every time I see how small I am I get bigger!
Everything changes…except for that one thing which always stays the same, everything changes.
We require humility and pride, in equal measure, in that order.
Perspective is everything. Don't trade it for anything.
Always be willing to trade up, for better and for better.
Roses are red, violets are blue / Out with the old, in with the new // Roses are red, daffodils yellow / Are you paying attention? Are you being present?
If I am allowed but one wish, it would be this: Purify my heart and mind. Purify my heart, and mind, and body.
Each thing I write should be (like) the last thing I might ever write.
Thank you for listening, dear witness. I am really just talking to my Self.
Note to self: Don't forget. Don't forget. I must simply must remember: Don't forget!
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