‘…the deals of random cause and effect affected adversely like Schrodinger’s cat by the observer, but alive or dead is never an end merely the separation or divorce perhaps from the infinite physical intoxicated states that can decay and displace what lies underneath the surface facade that slowly erodes away as features melt or fade… and yet on a whim of displayed conformity to the status quo to straddle the comfort zone the edged sword we must figure out a way to step from the sheltered insanity of a solely dependent feature, that provided for safety net made to question whether truly safe without a solidarity of the family unit may not mean stable no matter what horseplay goes down around a home if no guidance stays warding away ill winds that savor the negativity…’ – out of Context.
out of Context -‘…stray signals of knowledge as anxious to understand us if we can absorb this growth that compels the bodies we inhabit like fiends forward perhaps driving an inner motive we barely consciously relate to being not the creatures we expected with bro-magnon swagger and language that has gathered a momentum as gods’ vomit upon others in elements contracting as though they too do not matter, repercussions as they gather the motions of waves in ring and shatter amongst that flotsam and jetsam that clatter and din splash in spatters of blood set with the cryptic writing they are adrift in this sea of a consciousness devoted to witness devolution as society’s brain batters into some submission the collective tribe of the most substance and wealth…’
out of Context -‘…i started writing all this material to begin with as a challenge not an obstacle to aid in the personal evolution that each of us enters into without knowing how or what the journey entails, and whose entrails have come one-eighty degrees for me so the stagnancy ends now as i begin to wage a battle with myself and nature and words and whatever powerful series of forces influences my decisions to accept the renewed challenge starting next month to write and publish my thoughts or poetry or whatever stories i have to share with what little audience i really have in the Out There for what i hope will go further than a year of this consistent practice making me better mind body and soul…’
out of Context -‘…seeing what sticks to the default disposition of a natural conflagration burning inside of these vessels we have stowed away upon gliding this time machine of flesh through space, a trip from birth to death that inevitably has us thinking about our own source to joy to seek heaven in pursuit after we see the alternative reality that alters the natives by their own thoughts at hand, trying to burn away what is deemed by a flawed authority as irrational yet it still breeds inherent animal traits one cannot merely scrap or gouge away as false fates first prime the engine that will analyze these statements… bereft by rift-causing benefit, a gift to be dropped in the wilderness without any guide or compass to navigate the haunting terrain of a soul let alone that physical environment…’
‘what can one measly point of view say about the world in flames with trumped up charges lethargically-blaming the people for their own hate when heat and fury of rasping coffin lids closing seem as infectious if not ask quiet the grooves of the ornate and gilded frames of the weightless grams in digitally-conveyed animated faces blinking prettily and seductively as if we were touching through as many screens with death grins smiling?… i face the same swarm of itchy unwashed wasting as a good variety of our populaced-and-interwoven as fear gets to be a panic-driven mind killer breathless yet screaming out for more distractions to ventilate that sickness inherent since earlier plagues became of us a parasite we have grown so used to being evacuated from house and home where the heart is hollow..’ – out of Context
‘long before the extreme industrial pulse and push by any means necessary and even when that meant covering up the truth as it was eventually figured out to be when innocence was the target of the ignorant idealization and also its arch-enemy behind all those closed off doors of perception only later begun to be opened in the phase of counter-cultural gutter-punk death-hippy aesthetic as music fought harder than humanity to break on through to the other side though always to be a questioned commodity to the establishment as society’s surrounding tirade possessive shroud of blasphemies comes to fruition shortly after an age terror earmarked by the blade of bombs blows of the heads irradical radioactive pulsating glow-in-the-dark shade of scary shooting new definitions of atomic age threats then light up the nightmare…’ ~ out of Context
the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for …
the fools are magicians and those we figured were for the best scholars and wizened wizards actually were really foolish pretenders faking their way to the imaginary top of whatever heap was thought can easily make them champions among men whose ways are distant and nostalgic as the ‘venerated saint’ is yet another way of saying ‘fool’ though with much more respect as the spectrum so ordains it necessary in among the common vulgar people who sit and laugh and are entertained by the plights of all of those who suffer to make things better in this brooding den of antagonists we have become in order to get to all the work done and the results we implied before the window of opportunity closes, so we can never wholly silence the voices speaking in out-of-turn with each other trying …
no humble narrator Here to guide you away safely through the dark side of the solar being we are while still within this vessel awaiting orders to change, and thus our adaptability to what we perceive when receiving information as signals and symbols too potent to avail for the mood of a better moment yet to make a message of effective communication possible to more than the select few who choose to lead us all in an inane fashion viewing themselves as the greater sovereigns for a peopled collective than they who as individuals could each manage destiny for their own reasons instead of supplanting others motives for the personal one, pushing what little sensations we have to burst and bubble at a surface attention while speaking in tongues too soft to notice any of the proper etiquette necessary …
the self-fulfilling prophesies triggering a constricted air hole through which to breathe in the tiny bits and bytes of informative fuel that can inspire us to greater feats of whose foibles are tracked in consistent lock and step all throughout our cycles on this planet making a sub-optimal choice for our own reasons as seasoned by our individual attitudes and perspective suspects subjective in this a rat race made misery to quell curiosity that humans naturally feel in spite of the programming used to seal us inside, to determine a fate for ourselves when the weight of the world sits upon our shoulders each together though apart as clockwork cogs barely cognizant of the system surrounding us working a motivational motor of mojo on our parts through the demi-semi-quasi-waiving sounds that seem to be a stewing throughout the cosmos …