WordsWords: Concepts in relative motion of a sequence of perceptions and expressions. Program the variables of a given pitch, length and width of string, density, velocity all shifting in accordance, play a chord in harmony without distortion. Write the algorithm for vibration, spin the torsion wave to make a concept out of thought. Then build a complex, like these floors need doors, a ceiling and some walls.
These words, agreed upon by you and I to build these concepts- associated, this screen, this hand, hand, and we speak, from spoke, speak easy, this wheel is broke. This speech just won't convey the convoy, a common joke...., knock knock?? I won't pretend to know, but won't answer with an answer, but with a question and a poem. Words are bars like prison sentences we turn and twist, and words are keys to break free, eternity in speech, so tong and cheek, and dismiss what we don't perceive; persist to babble- until this game of scrabble drowns us in confusion. Our definitions take t
ParadoxWhen you undress a paradox be prepared to be caressed.
Impressed with eyes and worthless words,
As free will chose destiny and death gives birth.
Projecting never ending seconds first,
what's third- this one, come earth from sun,
such sheep asleep count shepherds run.
The moon arrested on an ox,
As snakes eat tails, ships set sail,
still connected to the docks.
They wail in love as from above,
and so below the heavens come.
When you undress a paradox- prepare to unware your clothes.
You'll be feeling so naked and exposed,
a truth that's so transparent it is tearing at your bones.
Like there's no end of self in sight, and in moving through this poem,
Making love with a reflection in perception of a throne.
It's a crown we wear together, it's a crown one wears alone,
When you know you play a part, you're not apart, when every part has got the whole.
When you undress a paradox- do whatever you like.
Sit, grab a drink, have a think, take a run, ride a bike,
fly a kite, grab the mic!
PoemFind me in the middle in between the dark and light.
Where the wisdom plays submissive, in the garden I do lie.
I call me out my slumber to ascend to lofty heights.
But how I love the comfort of the prison of the mind.
Old LoversDesire to control, desire for infinity...desire for no desire, fire.... and fold.
I explain the truth to myself every night...beyond words, beyond math, beyond light.
You shouldn't demonize
Demons of the mind.
They're caught in the mind.
With a candle light in the dark,
A hammer and chisel- we'll take apart,
This grid is projection-infection of heart.
It's not them it's the suits that they where so its us.
You are what you fight, wear that suit..
Put on that mask and then burn it to dust.
I loved you for you but I loved you for us.
Your pretension- my descension
Your beauty, our lust.
I wasn't wrong, I'd lay with you then and I lay with you now.
Logic of life is the slave of the love, is one, no time.
where's the pyramid now..? In the face of the king you will bow.
In the face of the King you do bow.
Song(In E Chord)
Here comes the days when anything goes,
Animals speak on waves to your throne,
Open the doors and the water will pour,
Identity's sword is a question a poem,
A river that flows down to your shore.. is where I'll be
Learn the system it was built like a mind,
Made of beliefs falsity is enshrined,
Reality climbs from above and inside,
Mind fall, eat itself it will break,
Order of self, heart no limits create.
Inside the room where the motion is still,
We'll be making love, love until......
Sweet memory you forgive.
Systems pass like two ships in the night,
sailing on waves of the breath of life,
Taste our crimes how karma cuts like a knife,
Shadow boxing in mirrors-rise like tunes in my ear,
Hammer crack away shatter lies.
Inside the room where the motion is still,
we'll be making love, love until...
And sweet memory forgive.
ProverbAll that is true is logical, and all that is logical is wise, and all that is wise is true. All that is coherent is also logical, if it is wise and true. But all that is incoherent is not logical, true, or wise, although it can be real. A man can build a boat of wood, and a large boat of paper. The boat of wood will take people across the lake, and the boat of paper will not. It will sink if people try to get in. But if there are paper people on the paper boat it is then coherent, although not wise and true, and therefore not logical. Even if a paper lake and a paper town are created on paper land, and there is a high degree of coherence; if we know about true lakes, towns, and land then the paper version is not wise and logical, although it is real. The paper boat is real even if it is incoherent, and stands alone with no paper people. Something created it and it exists. Things that are created and exist are not always true, logical, and wise.