Edict (pt. 1)

The old clock had just turned one minute past the three thirty mark.

Patiently, the man sat in the corner of the room in the absolute worst chair he had ever sat in. Damn these shitty motels. This place sucks.

There was absolutely nothing to do at this hour at night. He had watched all the good television there had been to be watched, browsed all the weird Asian porn he had wished to browse, and drank all the liquor the mini bar could hold. Still, nothing.

The man sighed, a long sigh that said something along the lines of "I guess it's to be expected" or "Maybe I have underestimated myself." But there was really  no point in thinking such things at all. He knew what was too happen. He knew there was no way out.

There were just simply too many mistakes.

The man stands up slowly , taking his time, and reached for his coffee mug. Empty. Just like it was five minutes ago. The man tries to convince himself that if he prays in just the right way,that any loving God that might be out there will take pity on him and restore that shitty bitter-ass drink that he wanted more than anything in the goddamn world. fuck, man.

They were faint in the distance now, he could hear them. With the back of his mind preparing him for the possible disappointment of listening to them pass by, he holds his breath.


No. They are here for me. And they're getting closer. 


The man shivers with a tinge of excitement, mixed with a slight nervousness that sent his mind spinning. Will everything go as he planned it? Will it all be ok?

Yes. It will be perfect. It's always been perfect. Here they come.

The knock on the door was heavy, as if the hand knew what it was about to see.

"mr. martin" a gruff and stupid sounding voice calls out from the other side,
"this is the police.  will you open your door?" 

 The man smiles for the first time all night.




...



"it's unlocked"



Emerson.

kaleidoscope eyes

thoughts come rushing in- waves of light and frequencies beyond understanding...i
found my home in the warmth of the embrace; never before have my eyes beheld such
a sight...such a tremendous dream, and how blessed are we all...

...to be a part of the great mystery of life, and all of it's vessels. the love of kindred souls
drives me to profess to you a secret i have kept for so, so long...


all i have ever really wanted was to see the truth, the "light"...the beauty, and no matter how
bleak the times may have been, i have always tried to see what hope remains - though i hid
my heart in the depths of squalor, the boundless grace i received in the recent days is
overwhelming...everything has changed.



life, as we know it, is teetering on a new dawn. a "rebirth" of soulfulness, and passion...
the faces i've held so dear are blossoming into muses for my own admiration...i have
seen it with my own grey eyes...that precious boy, who will forever have the biggest
piece of my heart; i have seen the change in him most of all, but i can see the seed that
has been planted this autumn...for all of us to observe until we can finally yield the
fruits of our harvest.

i feel lucky to have been a part of the random happenstances over the years...the events
that lead up to this very day...a day i am able to sit and write to you, and tell everyone
exactly where i've been.


really, i can say i fell in love. and i'm not at all ashamed to confess this, i can rest my weary
head in her hands, and feel safe again. through this spectacular course of travels, and
the obstacles we have ALL faced (so bravely, might i add), it is apparent that the human
spirit can withstand so much. call upon me in times of trouble, Grotto, i will always remain here.
the biggest fear is fear itself, a wise man once said...

do not fear the change that awaits...it lingers on the edge of the season, and to fall victim
to inflexibility is unacceptable. stand tall in the face of the roots that ruin, hold fast, 
and run with the opportunities. a new era unfolds...the PASSIONATE, the INTELLECTUALS,
the LEADERS, the WRITERS, the MUSICIANS...the ARTISTS...


...and i will sit atop the highest of mountaintops and watch the world through my kaleidoscope.





KING AMY

Rebirth

Stop me if you've heard this one----

I have written over one hundred beginnings, and one hundred more ends.

here. right here on this very page.

and I'm giving up, because it hasn't been worth the frustration.

And I hate to disappoint.

pointlessness. ooooooo how i loathe thee. 

for you have single handedly 

withered me down 

until i might seem to the nearest passerby

like an ashen wind beneath the world

who makes a silent sound

C'est le Grub.

- -ka - - -- -سرچشمه‌-- - - - - - - - ------------------------------- ----- _______________________(8) ونكش

I am a seeker. I am the rye. I am the thorn in your grandfathers eye. the salt of the earth you've been dying to try.

---

and the world will fall down to it's mother's left side

that's the worst sort of thing that you've ever  implied,

that over the river, a shiver, where the air that was once alive, has withered and begun to shrivel and dry,

---

and this is where the madness does lie. 

pt. ii

the madness, known only as Grub, takes it's roost beyond the tar stained bay.

it lays there to feed on the elements of the free world, attaching it's parasitic roots far below the depths of the deepest water cavern. the madness called Grub does not thirst like others thirst. rather, the grub set its sights on a much more potent nectar. Yes, Grub shall reach it's twisted arms deep into the center of all that is alive, and will slowly begin to feed on the Origin of life itself. our Origin. our mother. the source of all that has ever been and ever shall be.

and with that, Origin begins to die.

pt. iii

pained by the unwelcome invasion of the madness called Grub, Origin releases upon its offspring a silent scream. the scream trembles inside all that it touches, crying out to all it's children for salvation from the grip of Grub. the scream travels throughout all of Origins vast creation, searching for the ones that know how to hear it.

but alas, pure silence can only be heard by a small few.

these few - gifted through the enlightenment of Origin, go to war with Grub in the only ways known to them: new Creation. the few rise up against the madness, expanding their new Creation within Origin, replenishing it's ethereal ambrosia.

filled with new Creation, Origin begins to flourish once more, retaining the balance of all that is, has been, and what might be.

unfazed by new Creation, Grub continues to feed, and Origin continues to helplessly drain, requiring the few  to continue their spread of new Creation, ensuring that the sources of all shall never fully drain.

Thus begins Time.

Thus begins Creation.

Thus begins madness.

and  life is born anew.

Emerson

Lonely journey

Thump-thump

A lonely journey
meets a lonely journey.
Heart-on-sleeve
Meets heart-in-hand.

Thump. Thump. Thump.
Palms sweating
Minds racing
Take Form.
Hearts racing
Backs glistening.

Perform.

Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump.

Bodies twitch
Hearts skip
Arms outreach
and then close.

Two Bodies 
form into, become,
One.

A lonely journey has it's joiner.

sunshine89

Mother Nature is Calling--Pick Up

House me in the rainbow.
I'll room in yellow
and bathe in orange.
You could be my neighbor.
It'll be a blast!
The sun, as well as clouds #s 18, 27, & 438-10,000 are open for rent.
Payment is merely expression: proof of living
                                 smiles
                                 frown lines
                                 laughter
                                 & tears
No one is turned down,
even the unemployed illegal.
Sorry--the moon holds all that I once loved.
A home for memories.
Storage?
...isn't fair, I suppose.
I'll take the next shooting star for a moving van.

Pack your bags.
It's on.

sunshine89

D.B.M.

Love me
Leave me
Don't Believe Me

Sieze me
Freeze me
Don't Believe Me

Tease me
Beat me
Don't Believe Me

I'm a bit battered
My mind is tattered
My heart is shattered
But, it doesn't matter.
Just, Don't Believe Me

...I know I don't.

See me
Do Not Believe Me
Then, perhaps, you could free me?

sunshine89

Impossibly Imperfect

I want it to be perfect.
Scratch that.
I want it to flow and be beautiful.
But, it's not and I cannot help it.

I want to know who I am
But I don't
I don't even have a clue.
I get so mad that my rage causes me nothing but embarrassment
                                        fixes noting.

Lost-Lonely-Anger-Rage-Whiplash-Weep-Apologize.

It's a cycle.
So, words loose meaning.
Why the hell are you still here? and You? and You?
Merely thinking of your kindness depresses me.

Why can't I hold it together?!

If I didn't tell you, you'd never know.
My smiles hides it well.

I want it to be perfect...
But, it's not and I can't help it.
I want to become
I want to be
    happy
    complete
    beautiful
Yet
    real

sunshine89

A Brief Moment of Clarity

i watched your eyes grow heavy and tired, as you slipped into a deep sleep...
you look so beautiful. you look so, so...good. and when you sleep, i am wide
awake. i am the rock. you are my island. i am the ocean, but you are all my rain.
the conclusion i have come to is this :

freedom is the only answer.

that's what i crave, it's what i need most - more than any amount of
money - more than drugs. more than most.      

do you believe in me? does anyone? ....maybe.
or perhaps...i have completely overestimated myself.
i would shutter to think it the truth.

but today, on this beautiful Saturday morning, i am waiting. i am waiting
for the world to wake, wishing it was time for the night to come, already.
because when the sun sinks below the horizon, my next journey will begin.
(i hope.) if all is as it should be, life will take new shape - again. i pray that
i find the answer to the questions i seek...


maybe...i shouldn't be seeking out any sort of answer.
                                   
        maybe...i should just let it all go. they will seek me out, as long as i am patient.



KING

hey look.

I was thinking tonight and wanted to put some things in perspective.

we are some of the most interesting beings on the planet because we never truly get the whole picture.

think about it. since the beginning of time, we've evolved as a species into the creatures we've become today. nobody thinks that we are going to continue evolving. everyone just thinks that we're going to stay put as the perfect beings that we are.

except that makes no sense. why would we stop evolving at the point we are now? look at all the survival issues people have throughout the world. it is absolutely survival of the fittest. people have health problems all over the world. does anyone really thing that we are the absolute peak of evolutionary perfection? that sounds pretty pretentious seeing as we've only been on this planet for the smallest fraction of it's massive time-line. humans have done some cool things, but things are going to change. we don't have the capacity to live forever. we aren't even the oldest species on the world today. what makes us better? because we're the smartest?

yeah, so far.

but we weren't always. man developed from ape, which developed from another lesser creature. we weren't always the most intelligent life form on the planet.

what makes us think we will be from now on?

we also never think about how drastically the land ownership between countries will shift throughout the years. Humans are territorial like none other. and they will wipe out millions of their own species to gain territory. even on the local level, people are trading living spaces all the time. we create bonds and clubs and groups of friends that hang around each other  and talk shit about other groups of people.

we all do it.

everything around us shall constantly change. religions and belief systems will die out ad grow again. one day, the mega-religion of Christianity may tumble alongside the Egyptian and Norse gods. no one will ever have the same belief system, and therefore belief systems will never stop developing. alliances that are formed now shall dissolve. new treaties will form. new countries will be created. new developments in the human body will form.

we are not done evolving as a species. we will either become greater, or we will become extinct. the way things are going, i think it's likely that we will wipe ourselves out before anyone gets superpowers.

how many other animals in the universe kill each other for pleasure in the mass amounts that we do? how many living things are we willing to wipe out so we can live comfortably on the top of the food chain?

new presidents will lead, but in all honesty, this land we are living on, will be here after America becomes something else.

it is absurd to think that one of the puniest superpowers in human history is going to be the last one to have all the power.

things have been changing forever. why the hell would they stop now?

please add to this thought. i would polish it but it's 2. I'm tired. and i need opened minds.