Keep me awake for all of September

I committed myself to one poetic poignant string of thoughts and words a month, and this is it, a summation of September's waking moments.

To create our future, dissect the near-past. Explore the day to day where heaven is in the details.
Think 'as' you act, for certain old parables are false. Believe in 'your' Grey world-view, and colour as you like as you go. Be leave of one dimensional world-views and scripture, look at what it stifles and achieves.

Without warning it strikes like a lightning bolt, though it most have not experienced. A lasting epiphany, for when it strikes, a profound accord from within and without embroyds itself deep in your self.


Whisper

as it fades

sometimes articulate in states of tranquility 

often poignant in instants of rage

few and far in between 

lost in translation and what seems

it's an idea mazed before it unravels 

whisper 

waking moments

you awoke the loneliness hidden inside
i had neglected to remember this natural high
been travelling on avenues within my mind
as you fly coastlines of forgotten land

my prose defined, constricted and construed
you said dream as you wake far from intrude
i know you'll listen when speaking as i think
the beauty within i misjudged at first blink

we can go swimming in a pool of this 

but the jist is
there's much i did not act, say or portray

i'm dreaming thursday dinner at 8

whisper

the present

haphazard, chaotic, momentus, and absurd

bipolar, extremist, untimely, and unreserved

as understanding dives off the brink

we aimlessly look still for a link

pretty and witty and it rhymes

soulful, scarce, and kind

drawing from parallel worlds

the sanctity of the freedom to think

a tango with confusion

our stage for delusion

twisted, random, deliberate, and intertwined

ecstatic, despaired , subject, and mine

whisper

lunch

I had unicorns for lunch today, then leaped to clouds for jelly bean dessert :)

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Dinner

after an age of exploring within; a meticulous moratorium

the culmination of past identities under scrutinized question

coming days will witness the being that emerges

surface, an elegant rise in the aftermath of the dive

though all has been said, and one will repeat tomorrow

it's self-realization that manifests first in self-generation

experiencing both ends of spectrums simultaneaously

many a joy has come from sorrow

whisper

little gems

this is selected writing I read today, it felt as new to me as the day I produced it. it fascinates how ideas  and perceptions I still believe in today, as I read my old views, have unwittingly internalized.. Hope this mass audience of no followers(as of yet) :) enjoy these words as much as I have and remain.

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far from perfection

an evolution of chaos

far from oblivion

where ignorance astounds

words are small and it matters not how they sound

here, logic depreciates, an incomprehensible foul love patiently resonates

as the moment consciosly gathers, the reality soon fades

"rebreathing only our own fetid air, more and more subject to delusion"

                                                                                               Sylvia Plath

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to live a day in the world you create

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what is freshwater without salt

what of reality without dreams

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a priceless ability to bask in dreams

entertaining thoughts of all that seems

roaming avenues as i find unchartered streets

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a lucid stream of thoughts where the mind roams

like a water stream running stronger after every dam fought

in the midst of nothing after all has been sought

floating on clouds the eyes can not see

every breath taken is a life ceized

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Whisper

Society

A social structure built on books centuries old

Even our logic Aristotelian, and since, only induction and deduction introduced

Steering away from cliches of the rich get wealthy

How about we hold accountable the organizations we enrich!

Value added tax on shoe laces and food

but alcohol and nicotine exempt

Political leaders fall far too short

and they are only representations of constituency, so let us not distort!

Scouring the planets for its resources as we squander Earthly ones

Our most advanced technology in the tips of atomic warheads

What a despicable breed, in my future life I'd like to be a pig,

then at least I'll have an excuse to shit where I eat!

A time to realize our collective social conscious,

then carefully reexamine!

Whisper

February 1, 2009