Ambient music speaks to me in the same manner as abstract art. It forces me to cognitively engage and the interaction is always appreciated, at least on my end.
Image: Artist Unknown
Category: Consciousness
Journey to Center
I have no excuse for this behavior, and therefore will not be providing any. Expectations will be equivalent for those who cross or embark on this expedition. Inquisition and criticism are not only welcome, but required. The voiceless will be spoken for, however those reluctant to speak will be expelled for their deficiency. No leaders, JUST followers. Followers of conscious illumination that conspires to extinguish the darkness they have reigned down upon us.
Image: Artist Unknown
Memoryall
Fire lights the sky.
Dirt, soft from burial.
No need to cleanse this new skin.
The eyes, they feel the same, though they are not.
Ever-changing shades, how different the scent.
Courses, taste bitter as usual.
Over consumption bleeds exhaustion,
Frailty and bruises sink, no room in the shallows,
My hangman, the Windsor, is calling.
Image: Alex Grey
Belief Relief
That which you employ as a crutch is what has crippled you in the first place.
No Room at the Inn
Light extinguished, consciousness exits through the ocular cavities for nocturnal excursion. Automation engaged, the earthbound capsule lay unprotected, awaiting reanimation. Upon return, a sprinkle of brick dust to protect the portal.
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Keeping It Together
There are moments when I get the impression that my mind has been worked on or rewired so many times that it’s held together by gorilla glue, duct tape, and string. Perhaps that’s why occasional feelings of fragility exist accompanied by the sensation of unraveling or coming unglued.
Captive Audience
I must first find the dots before I can connect them. Everything looks so different now, it took so long just to recognize myself. For nearly four decades my memories were held captive. I am engulfed by anxiety as my remaining time here is undetermined and I can feel their presence, observing my every move.
Banging the War Drums
The banging of the war drums is akin to a music festival where war is celebrated instead of peace and the drugs in circulation are mind contracting snippets of misinformation and propaganda.
We are Resistance
Knowledge is the key,
Your mind you will set free,
Just one more eye to see,
That we’re in trouble,
But it’s not over yet,
Though imminent the threat,
When placing down your bet,
Make it double,
Assembling of the clans,
How intricate our plan,
Every woman, every man,
In the distance,
Warriors wide awake,
What was stolen we will take,
No more compromise to fake,
We are resistance.
Participation is Perpetuation
I cannot, in good conscience and in accordance with my ethics, morals, and principles, participate in or perpetuate a system that uses all its faculties to diminish its own peoples’ wealth, well being, and cognitive abilities so that they may be more easily controlled and therefore unable to assemble to express any form of dissension or resistance to the system.
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