Sometimes we are made

I do not condone throwing stones/Even should mountains be hurled at me/Nor do I promote retaliation/It’s best to let things be/Instead, I gather each rock cast my way/with gratitude for impermanence/Then I use those stones thrown at me to build myself a privacy fence.

My Love

Where have you gone, my dear old friend?
I’d love nothing more than to spend a day or three
in your company.
Are you mad with me? I’d expect it.
Lately, you are the most neglected
focus of my life, what with the
strife and et alii, all which
keep me very busy.
You’ve no idea how much I miss you.
I could kiss you.
I miss your warm embrace.
The smile you put on my face
after spending the night with you.
Just the thought makes my heart race,
what can I do,
to persuade you to come visit me soon?
I will wait with bated breathe;
as long as I live, until my death,
sowing what I reap.
A fugitive held hostage from respite
Please come and find me, my love.
I miss you dearly, Sleep.

Shoes

Is it better to die trying,

what is the use in crying when the end

is the same for all.

The ebony awaits

our fates hang by a thread,

sacrificing the self

for our daily bread.

 

Life is not this

or that.

It is combat and an eye for an eye

will make you both blind,

then you find

no other choice but to

look inside.

Nothing can hide in the mind.

 

Silence is deafening to the addicts of noise;

Alone is always frightening,

solitude roars like thunder

illuminates like lightening.

Muscles tightening, knuckles whitening;

some cannot stand their own company.

 

Most would agree.

If you cannot stand you, why should we?

Without a trace of irony;

the ones who hate themselves the most

live their lives judgmentally.

While ultimately also very lonely.

 

The Tao belongs to no one.

The Tao belongs to everyone.

No two gaits are the same.

It is the crossroads.

It is the journey.

What is in a name, after all?

 

There is no one answer.

That is the key.

Change is constant,

manifesting destinies.

The universe communicates in parentheses.

Driven by circumstance

and tendencies;

Searching to destroy percieved enemies.

Begging for a remedy

for the vengeance against the soul.

 

There is no control.

Let that go.

Never was and so;

waiting for Godot was the show

and you are the star.

 

Judge not lest…

For heaven’s sake.

Mistakes are ours, each to make.

Some live in dreams;

others when awake.

Your comfort is someone’s burning stake.

This is what it means

to say every path is different.

 

 

Static

The worst has happened.
Everything you deserve,
as you swerve
into the sea.
Success in excess.
Drowning in infamy.
What can be done when one
accomplishes through addiction.
To suffer an affliction
that so rightly served others.
Do they know.
Do they care.
Some just want their share
or more than you will
ever.
So they tap the vein dry
like a junkie addict.
Leaving behind only static.

Ahem.

You have to do what you have to do,

that’s what everyone says.

Would they say still,

if they knew everything you had to do?

The torture you went through,

just so they would approve

and deem your effort worthy

of their expectations?

What if your silent demands

and judgments and dismissals,

drove someone between addictions

and remisssions,

all because they wanted to please

the impossible

conditions for your favor?

Would it matter?

Even an unspoken thought can wound

someone who loves you.

The difference is one knows this;

yet is considered flawed for the perception.

Not like you does not equal,

not

as

good

as you.

We have the power to kill others

with our intolerance.

If someone loves you,

they care what you think,

be careful of your thoughts.

They say more about you,

than anyone

you will

ever judge.

Amen.

 

 

Numb

What is this

I have become

Numb.

And invisible to myself,

I cry for half a minute then

roll a cigarette and forget it.

To forget, I apologize if I misspoke

when I said all those broken words

and intentions

I meant every invitation I never uttered.

Don’t you hear every thing I think?

On the brink and atop my toes,

the shore below beckons with craggy rocks

at times more tantalizing than

the battle at the mountain cliff top.

Martyrdom is so tempting,

a way of taking advantage of the confidence

of blind followers.

Kamikazii and suicide bombers take the easy way out.

That is not a warrior’s way.

Stay.

Fight that shit out to the very fucking end,

if the message you want to send is about

perserverance,

determination,

and conquering the wind.

Wake up the world,

instead of chasing sleep,

and then,

maybe even you

will awaken again.

 

Talking to myself is easy

The conversation flowed as expected.

Tit for tat, this for that, no objections.

No topic taboo; religion or politics, and sometimes the meta.

The universe, no; multiverses, what was served for breakfast.

Ultimate freedom of speech. Deliberation, emancipation.

Flying solo leaves little room for error. Or great spaces for terror.

Scant disagreement, and sometimes solitary chaos.

The hermit does not complain.

The war within intrigues to the end.

Everything else seems mundane.

 

 

 

Cancer.

If you survive long enough, you may even forget. Every three months, then 6, then maybe once a year. The ABC tests, as my dad would call them. For 51 weeks you just live, go about your business, then the poking and prodding, peeing in cups. Invasion, once again. A reminder of your vulnerability and mortality; an unpleasant reminder of your fight; if the physical scars weren’t enough.
The worst week of your year, waiting for results. What if? No. Don’t go there. There’s no need to borrow trouble. Yet, its foolish not to at least begin to prepare for all possibilities. You want them to call. Why haven’t they called? Surely they would have called by now.
How long has it been. Oh, Two days. Not forever as it seems. Five days is like a year, the weekend never drags on so long.
Vampires, taking blood and soul, like it’s just a job to them. It is. You give it because they tell you to. What choice do you have? None. It is for your own good after all.
I guess you could give up. Roll the dice. Forgo the annuals, and just live. And you may. You just may one day.
Ignorance is bliss you know?
Tend to your affairs. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, having stared both directly in the eye.
No one knows who will live or die.
Cancer is a son of a bitch.

Bam! That’s logic fo’ ya!

After battling with Atheists for what seems like months, I took my questions to the man. That is Dr. Glenn Joy. I don’t expect you to accept my adoration for him as credence but I think it is fair to note that, not only is he the best Logic instructor I ever had, he has been a Professor of Philosophy since 1965. His specialty is Logic but we had a heck of a time together studying Religion Vs. Science. (Best class ever!) He is my Annie Sullivan. I owe him a great deal and I am eternally grateful for his continued support on my journey. Dr. Joy is a joy, that is for sure.

At any rate, this is for my atheist friends. The irony about Atheism is that there are a variance of ways that people define it. Some say it is a disbelief, some say it is a lack of belief, others say they claim there is no god, while again others aver that they never make claims. Who is right?? Aye dios mio! Pun intended. Its wrecked out there. In the highest form of irony, each Atheist with each competitive view asserts their definition is the ULTIMATE one. Adorable!

Ok, shall we? The three following issues are what come up most often:

Some atheists contend that atheism is a “lack of belief” (which is harmless enough I suppose), but then make the broad leap to universality and so “deduce” that anyone who lacks a belief in god is an atheist. This is not a valid argument.

Secondly, some atheists contend that atheism is not a choice. Which is ironic because they usually do so after telling you about all the evidence they’ve weighed (weighing in itself is a choice, hello), yet still somehow attempt to conclude that despite having researched and pondered that no choice was made to OFFICIALLY call oneself a distinction that was not innate. Innerestin’.

And thirdly, and the only point I have ever tried to make, yet Atheists get distracted by argumentation, is that I just find it truly ironic that Atheists hate the idea of god but have molded their entire lives around disputing what they consider a myth. This is the argument for Conditional Dependence. They are verily dependent upon the concept (not existence, just the concept) of god in their very own Self Definitive Terminology. No one else finds that absurd? To define yourself, make a twitter account, FB, tumblr, just to defeat what you think is a myth? Is it that you can’t find any better way to help the world than arguing for your disbeliefs?
What a waste. Religion is a symptom of the problem. The problem is a failure in logic, until we address that, Religion is just a distraction and Atheism is part and parcel of that distraction.

And yet in another case of irony; Atheists use the same logical structuring in their arguments as Theists. The rub is that Atheists have attempted to hijack Logic and make it mean what ever they want it to. I feel sure it is because they have never attempted to reach outside their own consciousness and that signals to me a resignation of critical thinking. But don’t take my word for it. Here are 3 questions I posed to Dr. J. The same questions I have been posing to atheists for months. If any one atheist can dispute this, I will praise your name across the interwebs.

Another for your brain

gypsyzingaro@gmail.com
9:27 AM (3 hours ago)

to Glenn
Ok. This one is just for me.
Is it (can it be) logically supported to say:

It is possible for a belief to exist without a countering disbelief to exist yet impossible for a disbelief to exist without an initial belief?

And for giggles, what is your definition of Atheism.

Bonus: Do you think a disbelief and a lack of belief are the same?

Sorry, but I am needing some logic or my brain is going to collapse.

Hope you’re well. At your leisure, naturally. Have a great day!

j

Fin.

Glenn Joy
10:12 AM (3 hours ago)

to me
Hi,
I’m giving a logic exam as I write.

People have believed in the external world even when there were no idealists.
Since it is an “ism” I think it involves the actual disbelief in god/gods. Babies aren’t atheists.
People can lack a belief in the existence of other galaxies without disbelieving their existence.

–gcj

gypsyzingaro@gmail.com
10:59 AM (2 hours ago)

to Glenn
I am most grateful. Logic, indeed is my religion! Praise Venn!

Fin.

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Anyone care to try?

Revolution.

Right now I am intensely interested in finding out everything I can about revolution. So I am reading The Communist Manifesto by Marx and Engels. Common Sense by Thomas Paine. The State by Vladimir Lenin. Stalin was an asshole. Lenin was a Leninophile. And I am convinced Marx and Engels hated mankind, overshadowed by their own overinflated senses of self-importance.

Thomas Paine is a wonderful writer. I am certain that I am not biased as I can see some fine points about Marx and Lenin, and perhaps it is a cultural thing that disables me from understanding exactly what their motivations were. But Paine, his words are so beautiful, so logical, so American. And I do not normally get all googlie goo about America. This neo-bigoted patriotism that is catching these days had really put me off.  In reading Paine, one understands why we were proud to begin with and how we could get back to deserving that kind of pride. We have strayed, no doubt. But his words are there, to be read by anyone who wishes to know how America became great in the first place. And how we might return to greatness.

Please check him out. Second best thing I have read from America since Thoreau. And you all know how I feel about H. D.

just a love letter to change.