Let Your Drummer Kick

In the midst of the pursuit of success, to be free from our fears and just trying to survive; taking time to breathe, to center oneself amongst the chaos has been a forgotten privilege. This microcosm of lifestyles we adhere too, what ever it maybe keeps us binded and trapped. We try to hard to have others like us, so that we can have the proverbial "pat on the back" that distant "Kudos" just to be admired in someway or another.

Self power is a disillusioned entity that lives in the self-help section of the many bookstores and libraries we visit. It is already within our grasp. There is no need to reach for it, to pursue that freedom all human beings long for. It is right here, right now - that tiny voice ever so quiet, urging us to follow the deepest calling, our truest vocation. To evolve, to expand, to be truly great only in our eyes is the most courageous act. To do what you truly want takes the greatest of courage. To stare fear, to look at society's pressures and say NO, i follow the music within, i step to a different drummer none of you can touch, will be met with extreme resistance, judgement and prejudice. Especially from the people who care most about you.

This life is indeed one big struggle, to evolve, and to be free.
Yet it is to be enjoyed...

So take time, if you want - to simply be still and quiet.
Listen to that small voice within.
Breathe and expand.
and let it inspire you.

Let your drummer kick.

"Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music in which he hears, however measured, or far away." ~ Henry David Thoreau

Let the drummer kick

Relations
Creation
Incarceration
Determination
Equation
Humiliation
Reincarnation
Situation
Elation
Identification
Retaliation
Education
Inspiration
No substitution
Solution
Conclusion

Let the drummer kick

Relations (Apollo had to break 'em)
Creation (It's a gift, a blessing)
Incarceration (What keeps you down)
Determination (What gets you out)
Equation (When they said you could make it)
Humiliation (What you feel when they say it)
Reincarnation (N-A-V)
Situation (Why we've got to sing)
Elation (So many in need)
Identification (Gives you the right to shoot)
Retaliation (What would it do)
Education (Gives you the right to do)
Inspiration (What pulls you through)
No substitution (No substitute)
Non-inclusion (Just got to bust through)
Drug infusion (For the chosen few)
Mass confusion (When they say that they died for you)
Delusion (Say that the dreams don't come true)
Solution (It can take a hold of you)
Conclusion

Inspiration (Is what pulls you through)

Let the drummer kick (Inspiration)

You don't even have to wait

Let the drummer kick that

~ Lyrics from "Let the drummer Kick" (Citizen Cope)

With Much,

To what are the cost of my desires?

I figure, if i were to assimilate myself totally to the social construct put forth by our plaintive society, is to seriously immerse myself into a barrel of acid. The sensibility and realistic responsibility they claim and stand upon in their hierarchical disposition, kicks me squarely on the head. The unethical and weak dealings we as a society try to squeeze from the very limits of our nature and from each other is blatantly primitive.

Couple that with the lack of our logic is frighteningly hilarious.

We kill each other --> to acquire resources---> to kill each other.

Yup, yup yup... nice isn't it.

At least the ridiculous zealots has stopped pumping religious propaganda up our asses. They don't lie about it anymore. "Give us your Love, money and youth - so that we can get more Love, money and youth. Oh and it's in the name of god... mind you." I'm surprise they haven't been able to just go to the banks and just get loans to hire Saactchi & Saactchi in designing posh ad campaigns. They already make billions in tax free donations, so why not just have them go public and float them on NASDAQ as well.

Hmm... Imagine City Harvest going IPO. You never know....

Oh don't get me started with the financial industry.... the largest manipulating religion there is.

I'm starting to think this the Financial Meltdown, is the best thing that is going to happen to the human race. Couple that with our re-approach to sustainable living and the timely appearance of civic journalism seems to bring fresh perspective and faith of the next decade. (i personally cannot wait for the 2012 prophecy just to see what happens)

Can you see, the duplicitous catastrophic helm we live in? The tone of which is absurd yet remarkably simple. Yes is No, Right is obviously Wrong and Pepsi is actually Coke with stronger food colouring. All of which is probable and the improbable simulacrum of this reality we have built for ourselves. How many times in my life have i heard, "Life is a paradox."

No you idiot, it isn't.
That is the con.
That is the menagerie of ignorance and assumption.

The upper echelons of human consciousness has seen and documented this. It is an illusion, our simple, narrow and egotistical minds cannot pull away from. We place so much trust in our arrogance of knowledge and understanding, so we can feel that false sense of "I am Special, I am Unique" we fail terribly in the use of our infinite wisdom, to expand and evolve.

We are but a language, a contextual fabrication of the loose meaning of reality we build in our minds. A conversation. Nothing more, nothing less.

So be like the rest, let the poor get poorer, let the hungry-starve and let the malnourished children steal bread from each other. You don't really have to give a damn. Be like everyone else, and blindly seek that magical moment for your life, where you feel satisfaction and pride, when peers pat you on your back and admire you for your intelligence and wit. Where you can finally deem yourself successful...(whilst the rest of civilization crumbles)

Peace be with you as your life is your own, but leave me and the other like minded "Idealist" you so proudly label; reinvent, revolt and redeem the honour of our species, of our heritage, of our brethren.


Mother of us all
Place of our Birth
We are witness
To the Rape of the World.
~ Tracy Chapman.

No Shadows

No shadows, just snippets of peaceful dwellings.
I seek to seek naught
Serving as best i can and letting gravity take over.
I sense no struggle - simple acceptance

There is "Nothing" to Get
Always be there, this place i live in.

Enjoy, "what is"
Sublime

My stupidity

Round 2....

Sleep

Free form...

Garbled incision,she penetrates all and fades into me.

As I watch her sleep, i wonder....
If i'll sleep just as easy and soundly, in my antiquity.

Release me my dreams.
Hone a new sandman and blow stardust.


A love.
My whisper.
Goodnight.

Y

A new rhythm emerges. It's lyrics speak close to who i am.

"I am not ashame of who I am today."

A single insight, perpetuated by guilt, stems from a moralistic judgment, somehow taken off tangent. No harm, no foul as they say. My agenda for today is the same as it has been for awhile, to step up and create the reality i want for myself. No easy task, but a grand vision nonetheless.

I stop and look, i find and i see, i breathe and i move, as i sit here and ponder an existence profound. I'm ready for the rivers to wash over me. I awake, knowing where i'm going, knowing what i have to do. No incessant hurry, no magical fuel, just a love for my people, a step a day i journey to my oblivion.

A life unified by the mind, body and spirit; the trinity of discipline impeccability i reach but do not touch. My dreams seemingly unattainable at this moment, i hunger for the need of not needing. An abundant truth scarce in nature, i bring my all.

Trusting a divine who has stop speaking cryptically, but with new urging, sending me forward to sights unseen, to realms of disproportionate frailty and a luster of passions sent by friends indeed. Spurred onwards to the now, i value my insanity, my courage under fire. Solid soliloquies of agape and eros, bemuse my heart.

Till all is done, my rest will have to wait.
As i come around.

Smoke Screen - Odyssey

A strange urge grows within. A seminal truth I am not sure quite to believe. Is it a moment of clarity or deception? A smoke screen thats bright and clear but shielding me from the perfection of the abode?

I am Loved?
I am Free?
I am Clean?
I am unloved?
I am bounded?
I am soiled?

Trust the Sun and the Moon.
My mystic totem, hears my truth,
of what is still, a contained secret kept from me.

I am tired of this reality, I am tired of me. This is not a depression, but an underlying conversation I have with myself. In all innocents, I do not know any truth, just concepts of this existence. In which it's covered depths I have barely scratched , let alone explored. This odyssey is internal and eternal.

And I am afraid.

Hapless

"I like her because she smiles at me and means it."

Missed?

Chances are I am missed, but missed; a play of words that confuse.

I am “missed” that which, some other thinks about me and my essence, feels a connection, or lack thereof.

However I am “but missed”, is surely a cast aside; thrown away toy that has been thoroughly used but with an attached memory and youth.

That leaves me with no control what so ever, maybe except that I am still here.

“What you save is what you lose out in the end”

An Ending Journey

A loss seems to be a gain sometimes. No poems here and now just honest truth.
My time to just bare it all. A shock and rude awakening that always seem to plague my life. Always when I'm climbing and striving, a moment changes my path instantaneously.
I remember a poem which i wrote when i was 15.
A phrase that stands out in my memory.

"God you give me strength, just to have me fall, so that i will have strength to fall again."

This time round, God, she interferes with my progress. A behemoth decision for a little waywardness, can only happen for divine reasons. But I'm quick to open my crown and see what it means and what impact it has. A sadness of an idea which made so much sense. It's amazing how a moment changes everything.

What i used to love, is left behind and this chapter is closing, however it is not fully shut as yet, but its almost there. And i am loving every single moment. My awakening is unfolding before my eyes. My journey of this foundation is almost at its end. The new journey of exploring who I am is about to begin and it will be intense, beautiful and sublime.

I just need to be patient with who i am. And let it flow.

A Symphony Loves

Our love was a Symphony of pure nature;
I thought would never end.

Silence ensues on its stage....

Alone Time

When all is quiet and I am alone,

I can't help but smile.

Free and subtle.


I find space to breathe, reflect and absorb.

To spend time with myself, is the easiest and simplest joy i have.

Nothing more, nothing less.

My Weekend

Was about:
Dreams, Friends, Fun, Depth, Lessons, Choices, Awkwardness, Simplicity, Nature, Brotherhood, Love, Magical Moments, Connection, Fulfillment

Most of all

Meaning.


Life has been a Dream. Nothing short of Magical.

Memories of a time past 9

It keeps going on, day after day, son.

You fake! you don't want none.

I'm sick and tired of people treating me(others) this way everyday.

To a world that never appreciated shit.

You can suck my dick and fucking like it!

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Just reminiscing.....

Awakening

What Can I Say, cept'

LIBERATION, EMANCIPATION, FREE

two faced no more.
A distaste prelude, to a
fantastical mode

I inhale, I exhale.

Little by little I find my feet, my self.

My Wednesday Weakness

A bright sunny Wednesday,

My heart bleeds.....
I miss her....

A other day, at the office, another day i long...
A fission of my own needs and
my heart tugs...

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"Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard"
oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

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A shudder
A Sigh
I bleed, on a high

Two faced
and Lonely
I hide

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Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But its too late

Over you
Im never over
Over you
Something about you
Its just the way you move
The way you move me

Im so good at forgetting
And I quit ever game I play
But forgive me, love
I cant turn and walk away

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I walk with your shadow
Im sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette

Should have smiled in that picture
If its the last that Ill see of you
Its the least that you
Could not do

Leave the light on
Ill never give up on you
Leave the light on
For me too

Back to me
I know that it comes
Back to me
Doesnt it scare you
Your will is not as strong
As it used to be
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My Feelings

Describable?

May not be so easy.
I am not such a open book, as i am not a book.
A quandary of non-sophistication from my in-articulation in the place where i most reside.

I feel bemused, uncertain and falsified, but with an intense ache in my heart. A failsafe of hidden needs. Untouched and rusty, it starts to overwhelm me.
It is said that an Aquarius; is cold and unemotional, aloof but never stupefied.

As i have mentioned, my heart aches....
Simply put. I am human.

*sigh*

Listen to "Colorblind"
by Counting Crows.
( Click My Music Box )

Heartfelt, I stand clueless.

Dennet...........