| Afraid of Truth |
[29 Sep 2005|01:18pm] |
By design, hospice sought
malformed memories forgot,
all averted, tests of life we live.
Holy comfort be my fire,
warmth, not sweat do I desire
indemnity is no small thing to give.
Should tread onward, seeking truth
instead of "being", be of use,
no hatred held within forgiven all
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[17 Jun 2005|01:18pm] |
Procrastination not an option, alone I'm left to seek
the answer for the reason stimuli can leave us weak.
Provocation for an outreach toward an awe-inspiring peek.
A life lived uninspired, bleak
I will no longer know.
Silhouetted shadows tell the truth to those who've sought
to pull the rabit from the briar, bloodied hands or not.
It's there for those not weighing life by mass of what they've bought.
For those ignoring lessons taught,
it's sad you'll never know.
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| A thought for reflection. |
[17 Jun 2005|12:39pm] |
From the Sutta Nipata, verses 143-52
(Spoken by the Buddha)
What should be done by one skillful in good
So as to gain the State of Peace is this:
Let him be able, and upright, and straight.
Easy to speak to, gentle, and not proud,
Contented, too, supported easily.
With few tasks, and living very lightly,
His faculties serene, prudent, and modest,
Unswayed by the emotions of the clans;
And let him never do the slightest thing
That other wise men might hold blamable.
(And let him think:) "In safety and in bliss
May creatures all be of a blissful heart.
Whatever breathing beings there may be,
No matter whether they are frail or firm,
With none excepted, be they long or big
Or middle sized, or be they short or small
Or thick, as well as those seen or unseen,
Or whether they are dwelling far or near,
Existing or yet seeking to exist,
May creatures all be of a blissful heart.
Let no one work another one's undoing
Or even slight him at all anywhere;
And never let them wish each other ill
Through provocation or resentful thought."
And just as might a mother with her life
Protect the son that was her only child,
So let him then for every living thing
Maintain unbounded consciousness in being,
And let him too with love for all the world
Maintain unbounded consciousness in being
Above, below, and all round in between,
Untroubled, with no enemy or foe.
And while he stands or walks or while he sits
Or while he lies down, free from drowsiness,
Let him resolve upon this mindfulness
This is Divine Abiding here, they say.
But when he has no trafficking with views,
Is virtuous, and has perfected seeing,
And purges greed for sensual desires.
He surely comes no more to any womb.
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[02 Jun 2005|03:48pm] |
Nightime sometimes makes things clearer
while red, fine lined time ticks away.
I find my mind to be the seether,
in which all thoughts boil from dismay.
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| Why am I such a lazy fuck? aside from being a pothead |
[04 May 2005|10:44am] |
Twenty-four more hours proceed wandering their way.
Nothingness devours slowly morsels of each day.
Fed-up, frustrated, fatigued, intrigued again I've let this be
Consequences for offenses past, the price that we must pay.
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| Lost face, found it, lost it, fuck it. |
[03 May 2005|02:41pm] |
Picking my face up from off the ground once again,
wondering when I will lose.
Brushing off dust that built up every now and then
whats underneath leaves me confused.
You show me, really, why I came about.
Consoling, leaving me ignorant of doubt.
Please carry me right now.
Lift this weight somehow.
Curious how I can and cant feel the same thing,
at the same fucking time.
I reach back and pull up an old childhood memory,
its there within sadness I find
You show me, really, why I've come about.
Consoling, leaving me ignorant to doubt.
Please carry me right now.
Lift this weight ...
Somehow I can't seem to dream up an out this time.
Maybe this is all there is for me.
Hope this is not the last breath I have, I
would think that there's more there to see.
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[02 May 2005|01:24pm] |
Cold, alone I roam while gathering my thoughts again.
Burning, aching feet make soles wear thin.
Growing distance between us from no fault but my own.
forcing forward, farther I must go.
Lost in stress, regress to previous activities.
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[13 Apr 2005|02:41pm] |
Power fading, weakened, waiting, alive for nothing.
Fearful lately, search for safety, running blindly.
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[13 Apr 2005|09:09am] |
Never ending, enduring, evolving, completely
manipulating all that is seen.
Always knowing forboding things wait to deplete me
even deep in the depths of a dream.
Ever wondering and plundering the caves of my mind
with each turn I discern more and more.
Through the digging of wit I admit I've been blind,
it would pain me to live like before.
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[12 Apr 2005|03:53pm] |
Everything that is must end,
and everything that ends must be
cherished every moment passed
lest it is bound to flee.
Everything that ends must be
cherished to the very end.
Caressed and cradled gently,
from surprises 'round the bend.
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| Please, take me from my leader. |
[12 Apr 2005|02:19pm] |
Where do we run to?
Where do we turn?
Whether left, whether right,
independence shall burn.
Is it wrong, are you right?
A storong lesson we'll learn.
Out of sight,
no return,
thanks to you.
Who is our sheppard?
Who'll lead the way?
Will a martyr's grand plight
turn us saints in a day?
Issue safety each night?
Will he show us 'the way'?
Well he might,
if we pray,
so I've heard.
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| Blown out, Blown up. |
[12 Apr 2005|02:13pm] |
Doubting again all the words that she said.
Never minding binding slips of the tongue.
Never more cares prepared,
opportunities shared,
know the change has begun when I'm dead.
Fearing again all the thoughts in my head.
Searching now sears, what appears leaves me dunce.
Whatever feelings come,
wherever they're from,
tiny bumps on the path where I'm led.
Accepting, respecting the feast I am fed,
from the food evolves fears leaving none.
I must fight what I feel,
feel my hate dissapear,
banish deamons from the walls of my head.
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| Maynard? Jesus? I am so fucking sad. |
[06 Apr 2005|11:36am] |
Evil, twisted hypocrite
martyrdom becomes your goal?
Led astray all those who took
words from your neglecting soul.
Tell me this, please tell me that
please tell me another lie.
Tell me what, please how or why
your own rebellion's died.
Greedy, grubbing charlatan
why lead us down your path.
I guess a game its been so far
great times, sit back... and laugh.
This is me getting my frustrations out to Maynard. Never a chance will there be of him reading this, hopefully somebody will understand the frustration I feel. Not that Maynard found Jesus (if this is the case, may God bless him, whatever), rather he is willing to tell his fans a big "Fuck You, Fuck the music, its all a lie"
Anywho, thats how I feel.
Even it it IS a joke.
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| The figurative raping of my kindness. |
[05 Apr 2005|11:04am] |
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Punch away you careless fuck.
Puncture my sanctity.
Pound away at what remains
a terror filled calamity.
Shred apart you sleaze filled fuck,
sever my sanity.
Splinter off piece by small piece
more potent grows the heart in me.
Tear away the outside. Tear up all you can.
Torn and tattered and ten times the person,
I'm weakened, yet greater a man.
Tie your tongue one more time. Tied with lies again.
Timid and tepid your life a bad dream,
too worthless to reach out our hands.
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| Self reflection's sometimes soothing |
[05 Apr 2005|11:01am] |
Soft sweet sob, please start.
I pray my penance can depart:
All these traits of mine
I find misleading.
Bleeding time,
all these fucked up lies
(which will repeat due
to closed eyes).
Weakened states of mind
have become common
come to find.
They whom I've despised,
were never thought of
as a prize.
Only now I find
mistakes I make must
stay behind.
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| Pondering Solutions |
[05 Apr 2005|10:45am] |
Temperamental gentle soul:
individual.
A sad and lonely role
all due to insecutity.
Agrivated jaded soul
indivisible.
Sadly time takes its toll
and instills insipidity.
Radiating aiding soul:
so impossible.
This liberating soul
an altruistic entity.
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| Journals |
[25 Feb 2005|01:43pm] |
My new journal, can be found
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blissrevisited
Enjoy that suckas!
And for anybody who even still knows I exist (hopefully the numbers are
dwindling)... this journal will no longer be used, because it
represents the negativity I have driven so hard to overcome.
I rule.
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