If the way things are is as they say, “ The new norm”, today is stay 6’ away, then what a long long time it will be before I feel the same. I was at my best only a few months ago and now I just don’t know who I am anymore. If It was an event, I’d know, but just because the world ended, it doesn’t mean that I have to die too. Oh don’t get me wrong, I do hope so, and I am looking into it in various ways, it’s just not that simple and I never used to be this brave. I’ve looked into the freedom I was chasing, and it was just my own wagon of tales, circular in decline , it sure looked like a dream and it was loaded with hidden meaning. I think, that as we grow we learn about all the things around us. We become masters at some skill set and with technique, we can become focused on something that our hearts love, being willing, is willing it will become passion. The way we view are happiness is a ratio of time’s peaceful passage and time’s passionate desire per experience. If the desire is unending and we rise, to the highest level. A Level Well above average skill, it gives us individual focal flares, to be used at points for needed attention. It’s the face of one addiction shaping our generation’s lineage line. Popular fortunes become the next thing to crave and the cravings do not go away unless we ignore almost all our emotions and identify the thoughts that our perceptions label with danger’s tape and caution signs. Run away! No one changes lanes and the bravery of our youth is lost on the repetition of education. Hiding in plain site, the fate we pretend is what we are, is yelling and screaming at us. It begs us to look. “Look this way, or look at the world around you” it says, but we don’t.
How is it that we reach out to have another Taste of pain from misplacing ourselves, again too close to the flames of unattainable experience within a previous experiences. We setup situations we desire with meticulous repetition. We can only find what we don’t know one time. Going on what we know is boredom, what was fun is now how we feel burnt and ashamed because the injury’s we sustained on yesterday’s success will keeping us from finishing the game, it’s not the same again, it’s a rut within, until we find a way out and our dreams will become intercepted into someone else’s game. On the couch we revisit it again and again. All ways a memory of cheering within “ Go for it” screaming for the home team, even though our home isn’t inside the dwelling that our fore fathers built. It’s not far from their fortunes of endless power. It’s not because of our last name that we crave fame. The true destiny of us was alive before this life and it’s been the same for us forever. We make it a behavior and name it an emotion. There are not any short straws, and the colors we hold outside are not what our true ability is about. We defined love as our destruction, and we decided to separate our truth with possessions. Collectively coexisting in harmony and natural balance is the meaning of purpose. Our hope is from our passion and lacking drive is where hate takes root to become fear. Angry fear is a fight for survival between the classes and the wise. Living in this life brings us death. Our death is strong enough to take the intention of each breath and drive fear into it like a stake through our hearts, we become pinned down to the sacrifice. Crucified even. We love it too because it is what most people do to each other every time they want their own way. Punishing our failures with a lack of knowledge is giving us up to the enemy of our silence. To get up in the new expectation isn’t popular at first, so we keep it hidden, then we try very hard to change nothing. Until we want to change everything else instead.
This world will not not know what gifts I have because I don’t feel it’s my time to use the vast arsenal of strength I was given. My bullets don’t kill lives, I kill confusion with things that think and feel right. It’s perfected longing, here i sit inside of a huge sphere. The sphere is here to collect power from a need to survive and it derives from the light. It finds the lost dreams and replaces them with inspiration and hope. If it’s God’s will that we survive, then in a chair, behind a desk I will find the letters of linear alphabetical resolution. Problems to solve. Solutions to feel!
Do I keep it real? Not really, I keep it free from the stone cold locked in idealism that is tearing the soul out of our species one selfish act at a time. I can see the way. Illuminated is the path of what I was built to become, I hold on for the ride and the task is written into the words that can flip the switches which heal damaged intentions. Yet, I am afraid of the masses and in a vault like safe place i fail at things that are easy for me. Inside of the failure, I find the comfortable silence of day dreaming death. My work is meant to be read, yet I never can set it free. I never give the gift given to everyone through these parables of some pre-designed metaphysical meaning. My me, is not up to it and I can’t care to share. It’s that global selfishness that will destroy our species, at least in this form. Will we see what we call humanity, or will we sell out to digital calamity?
Maybe “greetings program” wasn’t too far off into the future then. I’d rather be this type of light being than be trapped into an electrical being of impulse that exists on a board in a plastic box of other impulses. Waiting for our soul impulse to beckon call on us for our digital imprint upon my memory which is now located on a stick.
Chip off the old block, indeed!!