post a comment | posted Mar 19
My wants of these words and postings will change as I type them. The outlook of my world and it's people will change as well, but with these words I ignite a memorium.
post a comment | posted Mar 19
We exist as a vibration, as a frequency. At our frequency we precieve a reality. We precieve ourselves. We precieve apple's and oranges, cats and dogs, cars and planes and so on, and so on, even though in actuality everything in those catagories including ourselves are just a scrambling mass of atoms and sub-atomic particles.
post a comment | posted Mar 19
Are the infintecimals inside the atomic structure existing in multiple and alternat patterns as a series of unverses? If so, what are the implications?
post a comment | posted Mar 19
Can a person be a plot device? Is it possible for one man to help, to move others along, to be a guiding force ever present in the lives of many but to never be a focus?
post a comment | posted Mar 17
Sometimes I sit and slip
Become a part of it
Inside it breaks my heart
But I have learned it's not too hard
Some weights are mine to carry
No matter the size demanding
So I fall asleep and become dream
post a comment | posted Mar 12
They have learned
That my reasoning
Seems obscene
But it's never wrong or obscure
post a comment | posted Mar 11
I left you in bed all alone
I wondered the streets in the cold
Searching for someone else
Who could make me feel
Physically well
post a comment | posted Mar 9
It was a song you couldn't help but sing
It was a look you couldn't help but feel
Standing there in front of you
The naked body was it real?
...and it was buried under dirt and clay
Ashes piled up every day
As we slowly passed through time
The sky was black in the growing night
The body was wax the blood was wine!
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