boiling hard in my blood

I won't fight the change

fought the change for too long

burying it deep

to get by

to get through the day

to keep it all in order

all while fighting the change

in my body

in my brain

I buckle

underneath the strain

take a deep breath

let it come

and be free

rolling with the current

that carries me away

and I won't be afraid

just drifting

and I won't fight it

if it comes again

just let it carry me

to the next place

I was ready

am will be

ready

I looked to the lanterns decorating the sky

waiting in readyness

I took my things up, went down

cartwheeled around

now I'm digging, waiting

waiting for the green blades to spring in my mind

give me a field to walk with others

something we can share

waiting

what can I say of value when I devalue my suffering projected as words?

like a block in the road

it pops up conjuring dreams of random urban violence

driving the blade home

the the face of the hard working man of the street

his work place knows only unwritten laws

and the bones of his cheek stop panicked blades dead

as he pursues with regard to nothing but eradication of his enemy

so many souls like that

have touched mine

spewing lead into the sky

and into the street

loosing the protest of noble neighborhood dogs

grappling the hoods of the young and naive with sausage fingers

sprouting crimson blossoms

run

run from the image

seek the sun

the brilliant womb of massive celestial bodies

playing games of gravity

billions of wombs

spouting the ever accelerating goings on

it was in the night we censored ourselves

censored primal blurts of verse

for fear it was tried tripe

for fear it would bring darkness

the black, beeping blur

ringing in the ears

ringing the coming of a fistfull of dollars

ringing to the core of my brain

the impatient storm marching into a moment of greasy bliss

and the weather rolls on

pulling the sweat from our brows

deploying vast armadas of carnivorous insects

puffing massive blankets of clouds over the vivid green

feeding it with rain

and

the green looks so much more vivid in the rain

leaves cupping up to receive the drops

so that I could understand why the Japanese say, "itadakimasu"

receiving destractions

deterrents

beautiful diversions 

snapping back to reality

in the cubic confines

devoid of solitude

chaos 

broiling bubbles of suckling need

let's demand

demand justification 

for creation

let's critique creation

let's devour the creator

Oh sweet creator

why have you forsaken me?

Why create something new

when you can fuel this fire

I long for you to fuel this fire

For it is not your creation

but your presence I desire

and if I weep in the night for you

you will hear, the world will hear

if I weep will you cease creation?

Or perhaps you will create a link

a link of warmth between us

I know you have grown cold

and the only warmth radiating from you

is the purging of floods assimilating into chains

in your head

withdrawn from everybody

in your head

too much flesh

too much flesh bounding around

too much outside your head

overflowing

don't stop

don't let them stop you

real people

outside of your words

outside of your head

inside your head

they demand and align against you

whirling worlds

tangling your words

and it seems

the language is dead

perverted

into the most vile of bile

you've only to

punctuate.

http://youtu.be/BFdGBQogGDs

Give it a gander and tell me what ya think!

Walking amongst the weatherworn and callous

an angel with a dirty face

playing the rat-race game

and always winning

pushing buttons

opening portals

and planting seeds

2-tone Hardbeat

rhythm in my feet

signs in the street

starvibes discrete

making thoughts complete

but they suspect something

cause I'm in the Universe,

my element,

but I never really fit in anywhere

just ride the current,

and make friends

connecting dots

wherever I go

sprinkling water

on seeds I sow

opening boxes

for linear brains

warming up hearts 

till they burst into flames

crackin jokes

making you laugh

taking yourself too seriously

is a treacherous path

Pride for me

my friends

my family

my hometown

my state

all the things we create

Pride for the hard Earth life

cause we can appreciate a little light

pride for the old

pride for the new

pride for yet-to-beings

and pride for you

pride for One Love

with all of our songs

pride for The Universe

and beyond . . . 

Twice the pride

double the fall,

but my pride is love,

and I'm proud of you all!

Work. I don't get as many hours as I would like, but it does take a toll on me. I was at work the other day, and sprained my wrist or something . . . it hurts to move. I've had problems with it before too. Every time it seems to get better, something happens to it. Not a big deal as long I'm careful not to put too much weight on it.

The other day, I was bending over to pick up a football, and fell down in the muddy grass when a burst of overwhelming pain shot from my lower back, and throughout the rest of my body. I can't remember anything hurting that much, but I figured it would go away. I thought I was aging too fast or something, but I guess this happens to a lot of people I couldn't get out of bed by myself so my lovely girlfriend took me to the hospital. I don't like going to the hospital because it's expensive, but this was an intolerable amount of pain which is pretty new to me. I've been hurt badly a lot, but the pain was usually something I could ignore. So I guess I'm on a little vacation from work.

I like the time off though. It's like time away from everything. I've reconnected with myself, and started visiting this site again. All the fear and depression just melted away after I strained my back.

I think a lot can be learned from suffering . . . there's a reason we call them "wisdom teeth". 

Whenever I feel pain, I know it's making me stronger. Getting hurt is part of life, and sometimes just getting by is going to hurt a little . . . so take it like a champ!

Should I be afraid of the minute hand landing on 12? No? How about the hour hand? It happens all the time, all day long ever since we invented the clock.

The Earth has lined up in the same place every 26,000 (correct me if I'm wrong) years, and it's been doing the same thing for 5 billion years. The only difference now is that Earth has a civilization that ponders the passage of time.

When the Mayans built that calender, the passage of time was circular like a clock. There has been a lot of alarmism, books sold, History Channel specials aired, and movies made in regards to it.

I've noticed a lot of people accepting Christ into their heart because of fear, confusion, and/or exhaustion. Human beings have powerful minds that create beautiful ideas, and discover ways to explain things. Sometimes we just invent things out of the blue to explain things we haven't developed a scientific method to explain yet. We've invented super-beings and doomsdays to fear.

If somebody casts a curse on you, it'll only work if you believe in it.

Don't get distracted by intangible fears when there are so many awesome things to learn about the Universe and yourself.