The long night;
The Sounds of the water
Says what I think
-Zen haiku-

The Thief left it behind
the moon at the window
-Ryokan-

Over the river, the shining moon; in the pine trees, sighing wind;
All night long so tranquil - Why? and for Whom?

These are taken from "The way of Zen", by Alan W. Watts.

If all these people learned to talk we might have something to say, but while words have lost their meaning, there are those who still know that to communicate words are not necessary. To feel, is not to understand ourselves, to act is not to help ourselves, to evolve is not to gain insight for ourselves only. Wisdom is learned from unlearning. As a people we must see the benefit is furthering everyone for everyone, instead of personal gain. This of course is the “perfect” way of looking at things, but it is also the natural way. Nature is perfect, and the only thing that is real.



Concrete Clouds
The way the rain falls lets the concrete drown itself.
The trees can’t bear their designated square,
The dirt is blind, purpose cast aside.
With all these people, no one is alone,
Yet compassion is crime, and laws are Swiss cheese.

back like a downwind drift.

its time for a change, towards the truth. everything is made of me. i am a part of you, so do not be afraid to realize beyond that which is material.

"The taste of Zen and the taste of tea are the same"

A Thorned Arsenal

While misery has a weapon to use
I’m not going to launch mine today
And if roses came with a second chance
I would just grow them for another time
What about singing in the rain
It makes me cold when there’s no warm by my side
It makes me cold when there’s no feeling inside

Sleeping Seat Belt

The dark side sees,
The dreams turn to a liquid that slowly leaks out of my ear.
Burning so much that plastic actions can’t retain them.
Only alone in a burnt hallway, locked doors,
Floor made of keys with no holes to put them.
Farther away quick sand lies, maybe they’ll see me,
Maybe I’ll be recognized as different, although all the rust remains the same.
I’m climbing a hill made of mirrors,
It forces my face to fight me,
I’m struggling with my self, struggling to:
Put on piercings through the frontal lobe,
The left half keeps me on my toes as to what purpose is,
The right, of course, distracts me from reappearing in my own dreams,
Birthing triplets make me hope that I may stop the cycle.
Help me find my rain so that I can return it to the sea,
Wherever it may be, It is the slightest sight that slides me away,
Like mud down a mountain, a mountain I will never reach.
The rain continues to drown me; it has been piercing all this time.
A bed of needles to pass the time through dreams that leak as they always have done,
Now, here, fear is a way of life and eternity has stolen my alarm clock.

An Essay on the Use of a Poetic Entropy

The simplest poem can contain one word and still hold every bit of meaning equal to a dissertation of those thoughts that invented it. Such poems can impact to a greater extent because they are not confined to a lesser standard of definition, they are more open, and adaptable to any single individual they may glance upon it. I shall give them the name of entropies, as the scientific term is a collective disorder energy. Such poems can emanate any possibility, and with a single word can come millions of thoughts and questions, and more of a movement than any description of standard poetic appeal could. Such “entropies” might be questionable with its traditional romantic appeal, but these are barriers that must be broken in order to gain a higher plane of thought. Punctual input can also change the perception of such a word; For instance, “Truth” can bear any number of meanings but when a word appears with a minute punctuation, like “Truth!”, this can cause a different path to break away in thought such as that the “truth” is found or a sort of in your face mocking, in which can alter your original structure of “truth”. Furthermore, the question mark and others are endless punctuations which can similarly give an alternate perspective; “Truth?”. The daily form of an entropy poem is graffiti. Common occurrences such as “Love” help spread thought in a place where no thought was previously given. Also, I might add a entropy doesn’t have to be a single word, but a compact statement that contains more than the words themselves. I once saw: “$ this is your god”, strewn across a walkway brick. This is the simplest form of publication, words which are placed in one geographic place, yet travel with the people who read them. Anything that which goes about provoking thoughts opposed to the government issued ones, can be seen as entropy, as they seek to give disorder or a bit of thinking “outside the box”.

Blackout

Blackout,
A little wisdom in my tea.
Unexplainable thoughts climb the highest sequoia tree
I say, it’s higher than being about conceptually.
No more E’s please.
Back on the track of catching these elusive joints,
The meeting of meaning and mania.
Of course, they fly right out of my head.
It's expected, but what I dare to do
What most do not, gain back what has escaped.
I’m being depleted, though most see it as an outlet.
Can’t help eating to fill the hole,
That was once finely outlined with basic tools.
It's all to obtaining the pyramid, to get to the peak
Once the base has been set, so is the highest point one can reach.
As in all things that have a beginning, there must be an end and another beginning.
At least to my empty cup of tea, but how can it be tea if it’s emptied?
Blackout.

Welcome to December. Cold is setting in, here in Richomd. Pleantiful to go around, and we will all get our share...aww I love it.

No Answers

In society you are given the answers, in nature you find the answers.
This is the ultimate in questioning, weather to receive the answers, or to obtain them. What can we do best but to only trust ourselves. Therefore, the answers society gives me is not good enough, collaborated minds may be worth something, but I will not have the proof. It’s a personal battle, that I can only see one defense, which is to shield myself from making my reality that of someone else. Making uninformed decisions as to reality is not reality at all. To gain a perspective on something, is to derive at a conclusion from previously gained knowledge, but where do we get this previous knowledge. Is it taught to us by someone who was taught by someone else, is there an underlying constant that just radiates the truth? The question I am asking here is how do we know what is truth and what is just an educated guess, a hypothesis to what we believe is real. There are answers that can be based on facts, this we call science. But to a student with no relation to these facts or initial observations that revealed these facts, it is meaningless. So for an individual, the knowledge of a particular fact can be gained by a passing along sort of way (i.e. word of mouth), or by direct observation, in which case we use our previous knowledge to asses and make a conclusion involving this particular fact. Then another question arises to where we got this previous knowledge, it all stems to the truth, the roots. In my own opinion nature is the roots. By nature, it can be seen as the direct observation method as I had previously stated to gaining knowledge. This method, I believe, can be the only truth for ourselves, because we personally derive at it. The real truth I am speaking of is not of proven science, what atoms make up this tree, but rather what meaning does this tree have in relation to me. Why is it here now as I look at it, and does it contain truth in itself? Truth about what is real and what isn’t? Now confusion might set in as to why one would question reality. This is only because I am not happy to the answers I have been given, or lack thereof. So the question still lurks, and reality remains undefined to me, although it is clear that society wants to believe it has all the answers, when it doesn’t, while nature is just acting out its course for us to observe, not forcing or subdued, but pure in the way it is meant to be. Maybe the problem is that society has forced me into believing a particular reality, or that any reality exists at all, when in fact there is no division to what is real and what is unknown but said to be real. Or, even more complex, there could be a reality that is not yet even recognized. Even then facts for definition can be useless, for it is how we place meaning on things that define our worlds. Some say clothes are an important cultural aspect, while it is clear that other cultures place less emphasis on this. Which is the truth, or is there any truth in it at all? Some may say that these differences do not matter, but it clear that we make sure to feel that one is better than the other. And if we say these little differences, such as clothes or diets, do not have a right way or wrong way, then who is to say that one belief of reality is right or wrong. So I see it the fault of society that it has closed its collective senses and built up walls, which in return creates a false sense of reality. That is why nature will always be where society is not. For it is not natural for man to be told the truth instead of letting him discover his own.

The Right of No Action

The only thing I can do in life is not do something. This is the only power of choice I am entitled to, non-action. I have the right to not do many things, but yet I can’t do anything I want, the power of choice is, merely, to hold the right to not act. I do not have the right to steal what I want; I don’t have the right to kill; I do not have the right to just do whatever comes to mind; So it is I only have the right use non-action in the situations involving choice. For example if a plate of food is given to me, what are my choices? To not eat what lies on the plate is my only choice, simply because the plate was given to me to eat. To actually eat it was not a choice.
My right doesn’t lie in doing these things; it lies in not doing these things. I am not, by all means, saying that we don’t have choice to act on something; I am simply stating that I have the right to refuse more than I have the right to act. This is the turmoil of personal decisions, but the answer is more easily seen than done. For, if I do not want to pay taxes, I can simply not act to pay them. Do I have this right? Governmentally? No. Personally? Yes. I do have this right, even thought it is not lawfully recognized. However, we do according to the consequences of our actions.
I believe it is more powerful to not act and retain my right of choice, than to give my right away to the things that are really no choice at all. Those that are of no choice are the actions that are done without the recognition of other responses. Some may say that it is a weakness to not act, to choose specifically to not act. As in a fight, if I choose not to defend my self I will surly be injured, though it is my right. It might be seen as an unwise thing to do in a fight, but who has more power then? The one acting upon his emotions and using violence, or the one who simply can choose violence, but doesn’t? Surely, the one who is retaining his choice, retains much more than that.

"Accumulation is deficiency". That which we own, confines us. That which we own, defines us. To accumulate is to build our bars, one by one. There is no other escape but to be rid of the things that let us wander, to feel nothing on our sholders, to have nothing to keep us behind. This is how freedom is won, nothing is wanted nor needed - this realizalization is the enemy of capatalism, of how we are goverened. so let us be inprisoned, for it is to show that some think that having my body phyically confined means that I am also confined. For I would be more free with no choices, than to choose a meesly article of clothing to wear. Today, we have so many choices that it is paralyzing. So i wish to have no choice, and so my mind will not be forced to decide, and, therefore, be freest of these burdons.

what more can i say. limping on time, climbing vines - swing to the next. Faith has all to do with it, but only nature guides. wisdom? who is to say why one can be so far away from the next, without even the thought of sanity. We can not compare, for to judge is to put everything in a box. This is what confines many of this world, we have our own boxes - with no air holes and no views to see outside. this is a fault i am guilty of many times over, but to see it, is to see paradise on the horizon. Just like the sun, when it is visible, it is awaited to warm us.

"Osama and Saddam adopt ape child" - weekly world news

Flicker

The leaves of fall are their own form of precipitation.
A layered potpourri of changing colors,
Scattered so no ground is certain.
It tracks us about, under our feet,
Travels with us, as mud often times had done.
These branches look as if they are weeping golden tears,
They know soon they will be naked.
Some try to contain the sheddings,
Stack them in neat little piles, push them out from under their guardians.
However, it is in where the leaf chooses to fall, that I find the most beauty,
When these colored artifacts choose to adorn us,
From the time a single droplet wills its way off from home,
To let the wind decide its destination.
For in a single moment’s flicker, it is evident that each has a story to tell.
And, each has a profound effect,
On the way I perceive this world.

Head – Toes; No middle.

Once, a time yesterday, I glanced behind me.
I’ve never been dancing.
Epilepsy lights
Shared fluids
Movements embarrassed
I’ve never been in a fight.
Unnecessary rising
Egotistical cake
Unresolved endings
I’ve never been sailing.
Currency floating
Burning time
Worthless conversation
I’ve never fully rested, been naked, been alive.
What is human, but to be at fault, to contradict intellectual thoughts without thinking, being animal without being human, being human without knowing a difference in what is described as definitions. Always wanting, never satisfied.
Consumerism’s web. Nonchalant’s acceptance of incompleteness in order to be fulfilled, accept imperfections to be whole,
to be really real. The tree that is stands the tallest, is the first to be cut down. So quick to kill, so quick to use, so quick to
beat the competitor that we pay no attention to where we put the keys, or when we had to speak, when we had a meeting
with that picture in the mirror. Lost, track of time: regret accomplished. Acceptance still questioning actions, while leaving
concrete footprints in the form of sliced skin. Buy me, buy it, forget it, forget me.

Ownership does not lie in objects, instead it lies to ourselves.

The sun explains

It’s beautiful, isn’t it, the sun?
Stepped out from the shadows
To be warmed by simplicity
To go from learning, to the feeling of nothing at all
It really is mind numbing
To not think about anything, and just feel
To take back all that’s been leaking out
These rays have experience, and the power to fill
For it is exactly all the knowledge we’ve been looking for
To be taught by nothing,
Teaches more than chalked ideas by chalked people ever could explain
There is wisdom when the sun explodes unto us
And those who have been empty of it,
Instantly ignite with the brutal touch of warmth
A warmth, that has been forgotten by the paradigms of our culture,
But this skin remembers that warmth as the savior.

things that ive noticed about this richmond. the people are deffinately distinct. there are pleanty of homeless people to go around, and because i have taken note to observe these wanderers, i have obtained an ability to tell if a begger is acutally homeless and in need of a donation. See, there is a difference. There are people, that i have noticed, that seem to not be in diar need of the money they ask of me. Now i have this fack begger radar, i can just tell when someone's suitation doesn't actually cause for them to ask for spare change. you see, it is widely known around here that people often ask for spare change, for what i don't know, but it is a common occurance. So there are also people who take advantage of this, that just ask for the hell of it, "do you got any change on ya"...or... "i just need 25 cents" and the like. These people just plain dont have anything else to do but gain a few cents here and there, when in fact, they are putting a bad name towards beggars, and might i add, they are taking away from those who are in more need. Now I have recently stoped carrying my wallet around so that i can be completely honest when i say i dont have any change for these people, even though i suspect they dont necessarily need it any more than i do. we all feel bad for these people, but then it just gets annoying that there are these fake beggars and that just spoils the act of giving to any beggar at all. You can just see it in their eyes. I have also noted some techniques that allow you to deter the questioning of beggars of all type. One that i have noticed is that if you make eye contact with this lonely beggar, then they will feel some comfort in you and try to milk it for all its worth. Now i suggest, in order for them to not ask you for change, to not look at them and walk by staring at your feet or on the path ahead. For me though, it is tough not to say a hello or hows it goin, which always returns with the question i was trying to aviod. Another way i have found that works for some, is if you walk with a fast pace, like your going somewhere important, and you can also mumble something impatient or about being late. Another walk that works is a sort of swagger, mimicking the way a homeless person would walk. You see, it is sort of like a code, an unspoken rule or something. If you walk like they do, stumbeling every so often, in a pietous sort of way, then they will leave you to your problems, or imaginary problems, they understand how you feel. Another walk is a good one, short and sweet, just walk with your pant pockets hanging out so it is obvious that you are dead broke, and continue on by the begger. And if you really want to be bold, to make sure they know your broke, you can ask them for any change. I have often thought about doing this, but really i feel it could be taken as a slap in the face, so i would observe caution when using this technique. Those are some good ways that have come to my mind, and there are others which i cant think of right now. Well, now that you know the ways to avoid the begger, you must also try to put yourself in their situation. I just cant help thinking about how i can help anyone in need, and i do feel quite helpless when someone asks for change. I would always want to reply with wanting to buy them lunch asking what it is they need, but they seem to always want money. Seems to me that if i was in that position i would accept anything that will help me to survive, but i have noticed some who will reject food and actually get mad if you offer to buy them. Now there are always people who are happy with anything you can give and i suggest that we just dont walk buy a beggar or anyone in need, at the very least, you can give a smile if there is nothing else you can give.