Sunday, December 30, 2012

Nothing Could Be Further

When I think of all the cosmic bullshit that most of us contend with on a daily basis it almost makes me glad I am not living as an amoeba or bacteria of sorts. Seriously, if we could only focus on something much more worthwhile other than gadgetry and popularity I know for certain that our evolution would skyrocket to phenomenal proportions.

Now I know I'm not just running off my mind's thoughts here. They are everyone's thoughts! We all pretty much think the same, act the same and breathe the same air. This you cannot even pretend to deny. Most of our habits are habitual by nature.

I am proud to be Human! Even if most Humans aren't proud themselves. It's understandable but not viable. Sure, bad stuff happens and can often put a damper on our mood but so what. The second we give in to the bad stuff is the second we convince ourselves that we're not spectacular.
And nothing could be further from the truth!

What I Am

I am what I am because it is all that I am. I am not a business man. I am not an arrrogant CEO. I'm just me.

Usually when I write down a thought I do not think it over much. If I do that then I run the risk of falling prey to a metaphorical blockage. A mental blockage.

What is the mind if not a series of connections upon connections upon connections? It stores everything within its many chasms and gorges. It stretches and grows with each new piece of information that we feed it.

We grow right along with it.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

I Dream Them

At two o'clock in the morning I do not know what is left to be taken advantage of. If I poke my eyeball with a graphite pencil will it bleed right away or will it simply fester for some time before it explodes? I lay carelessly on a stack of books and sort through the images floating in and around my head.

If I were a lunatic I believe some things would be easier to tolerate. I often traverse the many continents of my subconscious world. There are many things I ignore and many things that humanity ignores.

We are not machines but we think we are. We are not hollow beings without emotion. We absorb the good and the bad because they aid us in our sociological development.

At two o'clock in the morning I do battle with some impending insecurity. It makes a mockery of me, perniciously. Now, dreams are made for dreamers and I dream them.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

These Rays of Light

The rays of light shooting forth from my window call out to me. They do not speak a clearly defined tongue or dialect. Though I am still able to comprehend most of what they speak.

These rays of light offer me warmth, kindness and loyalty. I only wish I could offer the same.

Cell Phones & Diet Coke

Cell phones and diet coke cans sprawled out before our sentience. I make myself a grilled quesadilla with sour cream and plenty of salsa on the side. My life makes some sense. Even if you cannot see it.

I read Tolstoy with vigor and Maugham with opulence. I try not to peruse the information highway too often but it is always at my finger tips. Yesterday I thought to myself 'I'd like to be an entertainer of sorts'. But no it is not within me to pander to a crowd of doubters. I'd sooner jump into a vat of boiling hot oil.

The leather band I wear on my right wrist smells of sweet hide. I wonder what animal it came from. I wonder about slaughterhouses sometimes whenever I eat a cheeseburger. I don't eat cheeseburgers everyday; no. I do have sympathy for all creatures big and small but I don't always have the resources to purchase or grow vegetarian alternatives.

The closest I ever came to being a vegetarian was one summer when I ate nothing but granola and cereal. I swear for nearly three months that was all I ate! It made me feel quite famished and light headed. I eventually gave it up, only because I could no longer tolerate being hungry.

Some people are carnivores and some are vegetarians. Most tend to be omnivores. That's just the way things are. It's not the way things have to be but it's just the way they are. All sustenance is composed of the same molecules anyhow. The same applies to us homosapiens.

I'd eat mud if mud tasted exactly like a pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra cheese. But, sadly, it doesn't so therefore I do not eat mud. I suppose I could think of myself as a cheese-tarian but only part time.

I often wonder how people will describe us one hundred or so years from now. They might just think of us as the civilization that had cell phones and drank diet coke. Oh and everything else that happened in between.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Galactic Alignment

Galactic Alignment! Galactic Alignment! Galactic Alignment! The new energies showering us will force us all to become more introspective, compassionate, loving and aware. Just like a rainstorm can affect our mood so too can weather patterns in space. We are about to experience a cosmic energy storm of unmeasurable proportions! (I've already begun to feel it. And it feels magnificent.)

Ready For Apocalypse

I got my stacks of books. I'm ready for the "apocalypse".


Cosmic Enchilada

I'm not afraid. This cosmic enchilada is what we've all chosen to create. At times it can be good, at times it can be bad. But it is why we're all here, all of us. So do not fret much longer than is needed. This enchilada requires our cheese.

Pour the sauce on it as well as any chopped onions or green chili peppers you may have. If it tastes awful it is your own damn fault. Nobody should have to choke down a stale portion of the Great Enchilada. Nor should anyone ever, ever fear it. For we are It.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Flux

We are energy in a constant state of flux.

Digital Memories

Stinking digital
Demise
Constructed
Numerous
Nervous
Realities
The guitar notes
Are but
Mere reference
Points
For
Future
Analyses
We have the nerve
We have the power
To stand for
Something potent
Something more lasting
Than
Digital
Memories

Monday, December 17, 2012

Look Into Glass

Looking into glass. We see each other's faults and flaws but let the wisdom of youth pass us by without so much as a hello. I may be young by all traditional standards but rest assured the molecules that compose my brain and body have existed since time began; and a million more years before that.

Age is often stereotyped but so is youth. Both are capable of insulting one another on a regular basis. Because of that I do not believe one holds more wisdom than the other. It is all a matter of levels. Different people achieve different levels of existence in order to gain new perspectives and insights into what we've come to call humanity.

Make no mistakes unless you truly learn from them. Don't expect every choice you make to be a successful one. Don't expect every relationship you have to be filled with non-stop romance and passion. Don't read something just because the mass populace says it is groovy. What the hell does the populace know?

If you want to find yourself, your true self, stare into some glass. Let your reflection reflect what you need to see and be. Respect yourself and others or just shut the hell up.

I Blow My Mind

I sit here on my mattress of air; unnervingly content. On my television screen plays a movie set in Paris in the 1920's. A writer meets some of his literary idols and is blown away by how human they seem. I must admit that I am somewhat blown away as well.

At the same time I peruse through the first drafts of some short stories I've written this past year. I believe they are more than first drafts. I do not like to edit much of my own worded significance. Usually I prefer to add more words to an already big pile of words and watch the pile even itself out. It is quite a sight to witness.

Now I think of what to document next. Perhaps I must wait a while longer. Perhaps I'll analyze some poetry. Line by line. Verse by verse. I shall blow my own mind.

Life is Wondrous

Life is wondrous! It is miraculous! Those in positions of authority are good at making us forget by distracting us with consumerism, war, poverty, disease, politics. And they only do so out of fear. They fear we will discover just how magnificent we ALL are!

Sunday, December 16, 2012

All Will Be Well

There is a new energy shooting down upon us right at this moment! It comes from the center of our Galaxy. It comes from the source of all that is and all that there ever will be. Do not fear it. Fear has no place within this new energy. Be calm and present. Be yourself and surround yourself with family & friends. All will be well.

Calf

Mainstream media is nothing but a calf suckling at the teet of corporate sponsors.

Exit

Exit
Bodies
Enter
Rotting
Democracy
Dark profiteers
Fill
Our children's minds
With promises of
Happiness
And
Satisfaction
Only
To produce more
Bullshit
In a box
And sell it, market it
As the thing that
Everyone needs in order
To be a Complete
Being

Saturday, December 15, 2012

My 8th Book Fascination Now Published


                               
                               
                               
                               

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Bask

Bask in the Sun's light. Breathe in deeply, breathe out. Smile and know that the entirety of existence is taken care of. This includes You.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Outlet

We all need a creative outlet. Every one of us. I know this backwards society can often be too much to bear. That is why an outlet of some kind is an absolute requirement! As a teenager I struggled with depression. Not just your typical teenage angsty depression. At the time I actually despised the way most teenagers behaved. So I withdrew further into my own self reflective pool of quixotic despair. I wish I could say that medicines helped but they really didn't. What really, truly helped was the creative outlet I found in music and writing. Every bad thought I had I turned into a song. Every insult I wanted to sling at someone I turned into a poem. Eventually all that writing and rocking out on my guitar helped me transmute my depression into a deeper understanding of myself and existence in general. I honestly do not know what I may have done if I hadn't learn to express myself through music and writing. It sounds cliche but it's the truth. With that in mind... if you ever find yourself overwhelmed with frustrations I urge you to express yourself through song, dance, painting, writing or any sort of activity that will help you vent and ultimately serve your highest good. You can't keep it all bottled up. You just can't.

Our Own

It's our own damn fault. Our own fault for turning killers into t.v. stars. Our own fault for valuing materialism over humanity. Our own fault for feeling so insecure and paranoid that we arm ourselves with more weapons than an individual needs. Our own fault for insulting each other and pushing each other away. But most of all it is our own damn fault for believing we are separate from everything and everyone! WE ARE ALL INTERCONNECTED AND INTERDEPENDENT! How many times must this be said until it finally sinks in? We help one another survive!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Passion

"I would rather die of passion than of boredom." -Vincent Van Gogh

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Disjointed

Thinking
Inside
Thinking
Inside
Orange
And
Blue
Divide the
Normal
Senses
Thinking
Inside
What use is
An imagination
Encased in
Granite & lime
Hostilities dissolve
Rather than memorialize the pain
Fictional hallucinations internalize
The disjointed states of calm.

Duality

Many t.v. shows get close to realizing the duality of life but just never quite get there.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Energy

None of us may live forever. Certainly not in one form. For if we did then all life and all energy would become stale and quite possibly destroy itself for nourishment.
We are afforded this brief existence by no mere roll of the dice. By living our lives we keep the energy flowing.
We keep the Universe alive!

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Life Evolves

Life evolves differently under different circumstances but always finds a way to flourish.

Kingdom

I feel
So frustrated
Yet
Liberated
This kingdom
Will
Fall
No need
To panic
Just be
Romantic
Our kingdom
Will
Fall
Democracy
Shall
Fail us
Democracy
Failed us
Our kingdom
She
Falls

Odds Of

The odds of attachment are much higher than one realized.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Boy With No Face

Here's a short story I wrote:

Some time ago, but not too long ago, there lived a boy with no face. When I say no face I mean just that... no face. He was born without an actual face. He could still talk and eat through a very small hole located beneath his chin. But he had no proper mouth.

He did not have very many friends during the most formative years of his life. You could say he was one of those "late bloomers" but that moniker just would not be accurate. It might be somewhat more accurate to say he was the quintessential loner type. Even though he did not enjoy being a loner he eventually learned to tolerate it.

Please, do not feel sorry for him. For he never really felt sorry for himself. If he had then he probably would not have lived as long as he did.

He was born on a cold December morning in the year of the rat. His parents were not of any particular descent but certainly resembled beings of great cultural significance. They were both very happy when he was born. They did not care that he was born without a face. They loved him and taught him about self-awareness and self-confidence.

When he first attended elementary school all the kids made fun of him. They would chant things like, "No face! No face! Where's your face?" For the most part he was able to ignore their ignorant chants and jeers. Then one day a cute little girl in his class approached him and asked, "How are you able to see?" "I do not see in the same way that you might. But I can feel the energetic vibrations that everyone and everything emits. It's like a unique form of sonar." The little girl did not understand his answer so she just waved bye and walked back to her group of friends.

The remainder of his elementary career continued in the same fashion. Most of the kids did their best to ignore him but every once in a while one of 'em would approach him and ask a question. Of course, he always answered. It may not have been the answer they were expecting but it was an answer nonetheless.

By the time he reached middle school he was pretty sick and tired of being ignored by his fellow peers. He kept a journal and wrote in it daily. It helped somewhat but not entirely. He practiced karate and learned to break wooden boards with his forehead. It also helped him relieve his frustrations but the effect did not last very long.

In high school he became more involved in the creative arts. In particular, painting and sculpting. He painted a lot of still lifes, portraits and nudes. He sculpted mostly from his own subconscious desires. He once tried sculpting the head of the most popular and beautiful girl in school but it took him longer than expected and so he lost interest.

It wasn't until his senior year that he was invited to numerous parties by some of the popular kids. He didn't attend them initially because he figured they just wanted to have someone strange looking at their parties in order to serve as some kind of entertainment. But he ended up attending one, as a bit of a social experiment.

At this particular party just about everyone was drunk or in the process of becoming drunk. Nobody recognized him because he cleverly disguised himself by donning a very detailed latex mask. He ordered the mask via ebay then repainted it with his own special mix of acrylic paints. As soon as it dried it resembled some sort of androgynous being.

He slipped in between groups and cliques with great ease. A couple of peers asked him who he was; he said his name was Allen. One young lady came onto him in the most peculiar way. She asked him if he had any drugs on him because she wanted to get high and then engage in sexual relations with him. He of course did not have any drugs on him so he politely told her he didn't. She still seemed interested in his company but quickly succumbed to her own inebriation and passed out on an old tattered armchair.

He then sat outside for a while underneath a patio umbrella and watched as his generation spiraled out of control. He witnessed boys throwing up in bushes and girls throwing up in handbags. A part of him wanted to cry and another part of him wanted to laugh. But he maintained his countenance.

Soon he found himself enjoying a hot dog or two and partaking of something called flan. It was tasty but its texture was comparable to a skiddish slug. He also ate a handful of salted pretzels and a bushel of popcorn. He then washed it all down with a diet root beer.

Just as he was about to leave the god forsaken party he noticed someone hiding behind a rose bush. It was a small girl. She was sitting cross-legged with a notepad in one hand and a ballpoint pen in the other. She looked up at him and smiled. He tried to smile back but of course he could not but he imagined the mask he was wearing formed somewhat of a smile.

"Hello. My name's Caroline. What's yours?" The small girl asked. She appeared to be no more than eight or nine years old. "Nice to meet you, Caroline. My name is Allen." He did his best to make sure he believed himself to be an Allen. Caroline did not seem to buy it. "You're probably wondering why I'm sitting here behind this rose bush." She stood up and dusted her knees. "Why yes I guess I am." "I'm actually just taking notes." "Notes?" "Yes. Notes." "Notes for what?" "Oh just a book idea I've been tinkering with."

He had a hard time believing a little girl could or would want to write a book but he played along nonetheless. "You're writing a book? What is it about?" He asked. "Oh it's just about a girl who hides behind bushes and spies on people and takes notes about what those people do when they are drunk." "Hmm. Sounds familiar." "Yeah I know it does but no one has written anything like it yet. So I figured I could write it." Caroline dusted her knees a little more then slipped her pen into the spiral binding of her notepad. "Do you have a title yet?" He asked. "I think I'm gonna' title it Rose Bush." "Hmm. Not a bad title."

"I should probably get home now. My Mom might be wondering where I am. It was nice meeting you, Allen." "Same here." They shook hands and she skipped out of the backyard then down the street.

As he watched her skip away he couldn't help but feel some sort of affinity for the girl's keen wisdom. He also felt very much like an observer who was in danger of becoming an enabler. An enabler of truth? Perhaps.

He sat back down under the umbrella and had a moment of extreme clarity. His classmates weren't getting drunk because they were weak willed or hollow. It was simply their way of numbing themselves. That's right, they numbed away their emotional pains much like the way a doctor numbs his patient before any serious surgery.

"How could I not see this before?" He asked himself. "It's as if they are all in much greater pain than I am. My entire life has consisted of embracing my own uniqueness and shrugging off whatever insults were hurled my way. But what about them? They've been locked into a perpetual cycle of insults and bullying since kindergarten. Maybe even longer than that. I can see now that someone must break the cycle. It needs to be broken otherwise it will be passed on to their children and their children's children. And so on and so forth."

With that he ran back inside, jumped onto a stool and shouted a message of hope. "My fellow peers! Please heed my words! Stop all of your senseless debauchery! I know you are hurting! I know you feel like no one understands you! Believe me when I tell you that I completely sympathize with you!" A few kids payed attention to him but most kept dancing and drinking.

"I urge you to put down the alcohol and turn on your minds!" They continued to ignore him. Then one peer approached him emphatically and sincerely spoke. "Hey, man. I know what you're talking about and I agree with you for the most part. But it's just easier to ignore all the bullshit in the world and get drunk. I mean... as teenagers we hardly have a say in what goes on around us and most of our parents are too busy with trying to pay the bills to really give a damn about anything else." He handed him a cold can of beer.

The boy with no face reluctantly took the can of beer, stared at it for some time, and popped it open. He squirted the golden alcohol all over his face-mask then spilled the rest on the floor. He felt anew so ran around and shouted. "I am reborn! I am reborn! I am reborn!"

Later that night, he stumbled home with a smile on his face-mask and the phone numbers of seven beautiful girls in his pocket.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Needs

Let's face it... the majority NEEDS to be offended on a regular basis. It knocks 'em out of that egotistical state that consumes them.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Within Her

When I saw her at the end of the hallway I couldn't help but take notice. Her hair shimmered like golden flecks of undying sunlight. Her skin was that of tanned silk.

I watched her loiter for a whiile. Different people approached her and asked many inane questions. A few requested her phone number.

She did not tell them. She would not tell them. More approached her and more attempted to sway her. She shook her head and brushed off their compliments.

No one can ever even hope to possess her. He who tries is always met with laughter and disappointment. I believe she really enjoys turning down every possible suitor. But when I see her, I see the hole within her.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Prayer For My Uncle

Please pray/meditate for my Uncle Mike. He really needs it. He's always been one of the funniest and smartest people that I know. When I was little he pointed at the stars and told me about the major constellations. There's still so much more for him to share with the entire world. I know a lot of people don't believe in prayer, for the longest time neither did I, but that is only because they don't manifest in the way we expect them to. But they do indeed manifest! I thank you in advance.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Nostalgic

Feels like some old feelings want to resurface. Where the hell did my childhood go? Seems like just a few years ago I was learning to ride my bike and watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and playing the original Gameboy. I don't really want to be overly nostalgic but I can't help yearning for those days. I always seem to be the most introspective during the holiday season.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Confidence

"He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views." -William Congreve

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Fate of the World

Go to www.ryanandrewloera.weebly.com and download a free preview of my novel. The fate of the world depends on it! ;-)

Made an interesting dish. Combined turkey, corn, noodles, mustard & salsa in a skillet. Cooked for twenty minutes. It's a tasty explosion.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Be yourself or uh eat some pie. Mmm pie.

Best Alter

Best to live. Best to lie. Breathing in existence as it mimics random emotion. The eternal passion which courses through our veins is the true mentor we've been searching for. Stop creating new excuses. Push aside all antagonistic obligations and focus on whatever ignites your soul! You know you can do it. You alone have the power to alter your reality.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Tasty

Some times we must taste the sky.
Somehow we must taste the infinite.
Some places do not serve alcohol after or before midnight.
In the region in which I live- most things are available for misuse.
Because somehow, sometimes people demand Ignorant oppression.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Brain Waves

The pain
That
You
Put me
Through
Is the pain
That
I grew
For
You
This violence
Craves
Uneasy
Tastes
All the while
Mixing adulterous
Brain waves

Futurist

When
A future
Futurist
Demolishes
His own
Sense of pride
No one
Sniffs
Arm pits
Better than
I
Does purple haze
Mesh
With
Unstable
Mazes?
It is a very live
Possibility
/

All A Question

All a question
Of
Opthalmia
Inflamed
Destination
When we traveled
We
Traveled
Light
Vacate
Velocity
A meal
Nowadays
Is quite pricey
One must sacrifice
Greed and fame
For some pain

Drunken Poet

The drunken poet
Laughs
The Drunken
Poet
Perceives
Bits of pieces
Of
Vanilla vain
Attempts
The drunken
Poet
Does not qualify
For food stamps
Passersby gawk at him
For he is not as drunk as
Them

Kindle or Nook?

Superman Dream

Had amazing dream last night. I was with some friends about to watch a movie then one of them asked me questions about some French writer I've never heard of. When I couldn't answer them he began to shout at me hysterically. Then I shouted at him and punched him extremely hard. Next thing I knew I was running outside and somehow I began to fly up into the sky like Superman! It was great! Eventually two guys dressed in black came after me, they could fly too but not as fast as me. I dove between buildings and bridges quite easily. Then I accidentally smashed into a bridge. But I was able to repair it by using my laser eyes to weld the steel back together. After that I continued flying onward and upward.

And that is when I awoke.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

One Box

The doorbell rang. I opened the door. A girl was selling cookies. I asked her how much. She said six dollars a box. I told her I'm not exactly John Rockefeller or Andrew Carnegie.

She looked dumbfounded. I purchased one box.

For The Rest Of Today

No
Babylonian
Will
Ever
Save
Your
Selfish
Abandon
So go to
The
Place
That derives
From
Your
Distrust
And
Taste
Vernacular
Faces
For the rest
Of
Today

Thursday, November 22, 2012

My Thanksgiving Speech

Here's the Thanksgiving speech I wrote and just gave in front of my family:

What is Thanksgiving? The ancient Egyptians had no such holiday. Nor did the Babylonians. Neither did the Chinese. I suppose they had no use for one. Or maybe they were just too caught up in the emotional outpour of their individual eras to even bother to consider giving thanks and/or receiving it. But then again the only working knowledge I have is of the society in which I was born.

Today's generations have no concept of what it must have been like for the pilgrims to make their long, arduous journey aboard the Mayflower. I suppose it could be comparable to waiting in line for the latest technological gadget or fighting off the crowds at a Black Friday sale. Yet even that would be a stretch.

The world has changed immensely since then. People have changed as well. Human emotion seems to be the one constant throughout history. This includes giving thanks and receiving it.

And with that... I am quite thankful. I am thankful for the moon, the sun, the stars, the sky, Mother Earth and this magnanimous Universe we're all a part of! But most of all I am thankful for the people that surround me. My friends. My family.

I give thanks to you. Mom, Dad, Sister, Niece, Nephew, Nephew. I give thanks to All of you. :-)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Eat A Bug

Eat a bug. Eat a rug. Munch on your intuition. You think you are who you claim you are but you are in fact not even human. You are a cyclops, a cyclone, a part of the never ending cycle.

So why then do we insist on maiming each other? Physically. Emotionally. Retro-actively. Do we enjoy it? Why can't we all just live out our lives without bothering each other with each other's bullshit?

When we look at one another we must look deep, deeper than we've ever known. It is indeed possible.

Perfect Xmas Gift

Save By The Bell tshirt. Mmhmm.


Sunday, November 18, 2012

In My Sketchbook

In My
Sketchbook
Are
Lines
Of
Invisible
Tolerance
Divisible
Only by
Martyrs
On the eve
Of
The Fifth
The band rocks out
Hopelessly
Phosphorescent
Chords and riffs
Squares, triangles, splits
Paradigms explode here
In my sketchbook
I
Fit

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Take up a cause. Fall in love, write a book. Something.
Lincoln is a really great movie. There's no flashy special effects or cheesy vampire romances. Just really good acting and historical significance.
Going to watch Lincoln.

Friday, November 16, 2012

re any hostess products are pulled from the shelves but it is likely some other company will buy out all the rights and keep 'em in stores.
Noo not twinkies!! But I do respect the workers for sticking to their convictions and not giving in to management. Plus, it'll still be another year befo
Bangin' on a trash can. Drummin' on a street light...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Monday, November 12, 2012

Cold Cut

Cold cut
Failure
Breasted
Ruminations
Clearly
Visionary
Emotions
Distill
the cosmic
Way
We learned
To argue
and dance
Reproach
Society
Ale is not stale
Except for secondary
Salutes
Which sail past our fears
Unbeknownst to
Most of Us

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Time Spent

When I found out my ex gf got married I felt regret and then got all down on myself for a while. Then when I found out she had her first child I slipped into a deeper melancholic state. Eventually I got tired of thinking about her and moved to a new city where I began a new job and met new people and got involved with music and art. I'll never be able to stop thinking about her but at least now whenever I do... I can smile and appreciate the time we spent together.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The people who are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most.

Profound

I am here to change the world in a subtle yet profound way. And so are you.

Which would you rather do (without the aid of a vehicle) ? Fly or Teleport?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

I'm voting for Carl Marx. Yes.

Intimations

I've yet to have a very profound intimate relationship with anyone. Sure I've had certain females in mind for such a role but none of them really panned out. Actually, none of them harbored any feelings towards me. It was as if they viewed me as some mystery that is better left a mystery.

They were probably right. I mean how could I even hope to provide anyone with even a shred of stability? Try as I may... it is not one of the traits I carry.

The first girl to ask me out was Jacqueline. Most people called her Jackie. It was during seventh grade math class. I was thrown off by it. I had just begun to cultivate my own identity that year when she first took notice of me. Our teacher was pretty adamant about carrying the decimal over to its proper place. I had just figured out what she meant by "proper place" and felt a tap on my right shoulder.

"Hi, Ryan. Will you go out with me?" Jackie practically whispered to me while hiding behind her geometry textbook. I stared at her face for a few seconds before answering. I wanted to say yes but it came out as, "No." I then got up from my desk, grabbed the hall pass and walked smoothly towards the boys' restroom.

I looked into the mirror and asked myself, "Why the hell did you say no? Are you insane?" I half expected to have an answer to my own question. The only thing I could come up with was that I thought Jackie was just joking around or something. It was seventh grade after all. And seventh grade also happened to be one of the years in which I considered everything to be nothing more than a joke.

When I returned to class I immediately noticed the somber look on her face. I felt awful but decided it was best to bury my head in some trapezoids and hexagons. The minutes flew by; I did not look at her again until the bell rang. I watched her get up from her desk, clutching her personalized binder, and slowly walk out of the classroom.

The full force of what had occurred did not hit me until I arrived home later that day. I then began to dissect the entire moment; second by second. "If she was serious about it then the least she could have done was tell me she was serious." I said to myself while pondering long and hard. I allowed it to boggle my mind for a few more hours before finally giving up on the whole prospect of understanding her motives.

I saw her plenty of times after that. We had almost all the same classes. I don't think she even bothered to tell anyone about how I turned her down. I don't blame her. I don't tell people about my rejections either.

The rest of the year went by uneventfully. Well, it was uneventful for me but I witnessed plenty of classmates find love and heartbreak. Jackie was one of them. She had two short flings over the course of two months.

Definition of climacteric: period of decrease of reproductive capacity in men and women, culminating, in women, in the menopause.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Membrane Male

All
Gone
Blonde
Ambitious
Female
Hips
Puckered up
Glossy
Lips
In an effort
To deny my
Inhibitions
One thoughtless
Morsel
Of
Orgasmic entropy
All the cleavage in
This lifetime just mutes
My memories of depressions
Blondes suck on all
Male
Membrane

Definition of loup-garou: werewolf; lycanthrope.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Friday, October 26, 2012

Dr. Frankenstein never named his creature. He despised him. Would be more accurate to refer to it as Dr. Frankenstein's Creation.
Got the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song stuck in my head.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Forever Romantic

Thy
Will
Is a
Cherished
Thing
Quick to recall
Blatant
Memories
Quick
To resolve
Unhealed
Wounds
Thy heart
Is an old worn in
Gas tank
Reliable
Yes
But soon to be
Extinguished
Most nights
I hear you whisper
To me
Sweet salted
Wishes
Then for that moment
I am elated
To know you
To hold you
To yearn for you
Thy
Will
Is unrelenting
Forceful
Forever
Romantic
Forever
Romantic

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Don't be another dumbass customer. If you're not informed enough on a particular product then don't buy it or get informed. We do live in the information age.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

"None for me thanks. It'll go straight to my vagina. That's what girls worry about right? Having big vaginas?" -Stewey Griffin

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The way I see it: We either do away with all alcohol or do away with all the monstrously sized motor vehicles. (Yes I am quite serious.)

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I believe the Universe knows what we need. Even when we haven't the faintest clue.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Midnight In Paris has quickly become one of my top five favorite movies.
"Only those who embrace failure become immune to it."

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Watched the walking dead. Oh wait... that was the vice presidential debate.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Learn To

Learn to do without
Learn to become clout
Learn to like leaves
Learn to be more than
Yourself; more than
Human

Sunday, September 30, 2012

The eternal soul can only expand by embracing all that Life offers. This includes both good and evil.

And I Salute

What the hell people?
What is it you think you
Are going to find?
Wisdom?
Knowledge?
Pain?
Pleasure?
Perhaps everything and nothing
Significant
Yes, that is what you're after
Is it not?
You're all a bunch of
Massochists
And
I
Salute
You!

Saturday, September 29, 2012

As You

She still had that
Dollar store smell
As she stepped
On the gas
And hauled ass
Towards
Mexico
I tried to stop her
But what for?
I could not come up
With a valuable reason
So
Now I have joined her
And now
We're in Mexico City
Drinking tequila
Eating enchiladas, rice, beans, corn
Corn chips dipped in the spiciest salsa
Ever made
And now
I think to myself
Why doesn't everyone
Do what we do?
Why must anyone witness
The changing seasons
Without knowing
Why they change?
Fear is no excuse
Beauty is not the recluse
You must know
That none of us were meant
To be
Shoved into
Cubicles, titles, positions
We are Life
We are
All
Alive
' and now I bid you adieu
And now
The sun sets
As passionately
As
You

It all starts within.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Peanut butter sandwich. It spreads the peanut butter on the bread or else it gets hungry again.

Underscore

What a
Buttoned
Cancerous
Uniformity
We
Underscore
History
!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Overnight

Making
fortunes
Overnight
Subtle
Plight
Begins its
ugliness
and she licks
underneath
her own
Arms
because
they resemble
Clones
of cubic
Ice Cream
Cones
I liked
best
When we both
Ran
Ran
From morbid
Dialects
Even when it meant
Smashing through
ignorance
and strength
Anger abounds
Yes
Just as
she slipped off
her tight, mechanical
Dress
All cosmic
Cataclysm
Seemed
That much more
Essential
, we slipped
Kissed

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

"My theory of evolution is that Darwin was adopted." -Steven Wright

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

All political crap aside. The only way for real frickin' change to occur is by every individual changing from within, deep within. No one but us can do this.

Monday, September 24, 2012

our/your highest good.
Hey, hey, hey. Last time I checked we all live on this great big beautiful planet together. So stop giving in to all the foolishness that does not serve
Don't worry about being right. Just shine your Light.
Serious chemtrailing going on right now over el paso.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

I suppose waiting in line for the iphone is good practice for when the economy goes belly up and we all have to wait in chow lines. I kid, I kid. Or do I?

Long Every

Slow Days
create
Argumentative
Analogies
Slow Nights
cause
Subtle
alienations
with all the sweat
with all the regret
We require
to remember
what it means
To be oh so
Humanistic
and sometimes
liquor
is just not
the solution
, if it were
there'd be stores
giving it away!
It is all
A Cluster
a jigsaw allegory
But
We allow it
'cuz
to deny it
would mean
Denying
every
Slow Day
every
Slow Night
as well as
Every
Long
Fight

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Vicarious

Vicarious
Vivacious
Vanity
Circumventing
Egoistic
Manifestations
To take the pain
Transmute its
Bodily
Forbearance
So to dive
Delve
Down, deep
Down
Darkly
No matter how
Preposterous
This fusion
Called
Life
Ends
Willingly
Voluntarily
Vicarious

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A vast ye mateys! Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Arrrrrr!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

Close Dry

Plain and Dry
Soft Spoken
Ruminations
In particular
Particles
Realize
Just what makes
Us All
Tick
Tick
Tick
Time eludes us
Purposefully
For now & then
Begins here
How... wow
Glower
Back against
Comedic
Listeners
Not visuals
Nor
Nuptuals
Randomly rent
Fifteen rooms
with a view
A view of
the pleated
Woods
No flowers
Are visible
as of yet
but then
How exactly do we
Breathe?
While Dreaming
While
Swimming
Dilating
Pupils
Peoples Stupid
Expendable
regional
dialects
and arguments
Oh, the damn
Arguments!
The agitation
Sets in
We cannot gamble away
Mass fluid
Cultures
Like wishes
wishful
Springing
Asunder
Annoyance
lies morph realism
Emotionless
Expressions
Full
Hatred melts
then orbs appear
Pure
purely, simply
unconstitutional
relative
Motion(s)
No physics
No reality
Close memories of vain
Cries !

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Greater Whole

A plural substance
Was I?
Ever so rich as to say
"You need me today. Everyday."
A singular influence
Keeps my passion
Afloat
Her bodyguard permitted
the consumption of twelve
Root beer floats
A rectangular confluence
Prayed toward the heavens
but then it all felt
Too special
And it all was indeed
Too Special
The silver lining above
our heads
The invisible drudgery
making us dead
Did nothing but remind
Us of much more
Golden Days
So I grabbed a handful
Of stardust memories
I then hurled it upward
Watched it disappear
Into the voluminous void
I wanted to cry but opted
For a cheer
A singular being
Am I
A plural beginning
Is what courses
through all of us
"We need each other."
Sure we can despise
one another
all day long
That still does not diminish
The collective sorrow
Of our times
Yes
We are singular souls
But alas
Part of a much
Much Greater
Whole

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Water That Sustained

Do you drink your
Water
with a grain of
Salt
Do you sip your
Soup
Reluctantly
or
Ravishly
When your supervisor
calls you by somone else's
Name
Do you correct him?
Do you reflect on past grievances?
Well... maybe
You should
Postulate
One more theory
Just one more
Before
this year runs out
And
All of humanity
Will Shout
"I should have cared about it all!"
....,
Then that grain of salt
will be much sweeter
than the once reflective
Water
That
Sustained
Us

It's all Universal.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

I've got 7 billion tickets to paradise. Pack your bags we'll leave tonight.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Able Able

Unless
able
Think
Stable
Otherwise
blank
bleak
whole opposition
May
scratch
your only
Affection
If able
be unruly
If not
prepare for
Authority
Unless
Able
Able

Monday, September 10, 2012

Keep Stretching

There are no limits. We create our own limits. Not good enough? All right. We are not bound by time and space because time and space are in fact non-limiting. Both are able to stretch on and on and on. This is the way it must be in order for existence to exist. Still not good enough? Okay. When you fill up a water balloon what does it do? It stretches. Right? And what happens when you fill it up just a bit too much? It pops. But the rubber like material it is made of is still able to be stretched. What am I getting at? I suppose you can think of the human condition as something that can be easily stretched and stretched beyond all limitation. And even when it breaks from too much stretching it can still be stretched some more. We must remind ourselves of this and then keep stretching.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Going to zoo. Gonna' free all the animals from their capitalist contained prison cells.

Friday, September 7, 2012

My nephew, Dad and I just witnessed two orbs (ufos) hover over us in the backyard. Definitely not planes cuz a plane flew right next to 'em. :-)

Thursday, September 6, 2012

FREE HEALTHCARE. FREE EDUCATION. FREE ENERGY. THIS IS WHAT WE ALL NEED.
We are not sinners! Just extremely ignorant of our exact origin.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Ungrateful & Morbid

A morbid
Saint
stabbed
what made me
Faint
Inside of us all
Is a stale
Pale version
of abnormality
Thanks again
for your
Rage-less
Fate
Speak again
For
the amorphous
Figures
without
Purpose
We are all
Ungrateful
&
Morbid

Over the next four months the weirdest of the weird and the truest of the true shall be revealed.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Influential

The ghost will
scare you
The vampire
will suck your
Blood
The economy
will drain you
The system
will betray you
The income tax
will rape you
The politician
cannot
save you
The course we're on
is set
There is NO WAY
to minimize the Debt
The candidate will lie
his ass off
The people will
fall for it once more
The partisan approach
has already atrophied
beyond reproach
But
This is what people need
This is what people want
They need to feel screwed
They need to be used
'cuz
We've all tried the punch
and it was spiked
millions of times
with overly used
Promises
by overrated
Pompous asses
Now is NOT
the Winter of our
Discontent
Now is the
Autumn
of LIBERATION
Do not despair!
For it is all so clear
Vote against
Vote against
This archaic system
For it is THEY
who are the true Vampirics
They do not suffer as we do
They signed away their souls
Long, long, long
Ago
This Universe
Is not Chaotic
Government
seeks to make us all
Robotic
This verse
is for EVERYONE
This Time is Historic
Our Humanity
Shall lead us
Forward
Forward
And
Beyond
.. Galactic influence
is our destiny
NOT more
Tyranny

Monday, September 3, 2012

R.I.P. Michael Clarke Duncan

Somehow

How do most people deal with their emotions?
I suppose they don't
Because
Most people are
Just too caught up
In the psychosis
Of false reality
Delusional
To a point
I will not admit
To living
In the present
Because the present
Remains unappreciated
I guess I do live in it...
Somehow

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Thursday, August 30, 2012

There is only One race. The Human race.
Wth? Got a call from 123456789. Damn telemarketers.

Significant Compassion

They're not gonna' do anything significant unless it's guaranteed to fill their offshore bank accounts. They've been promising the same things for the past 40-50 years and there is no proof that they've followed through with their promises. I know most people don't like to hear that their government is corrupt but the cold hard truth is that all governments are corruptible. The only way to go about creating real change is by becoming a more informed and more united nation of compassionate human beings.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sounds of Breakfast

Cracked
An Egg
Or Two
Or Five
Added
Pepper
Salt
Watched
The
Yolks
Articulate
To each other
The wonders of
Their own existence
Sizzling skillet
Smacked & Popped
I enjoy the sounds of
Breakfast

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Humane Cave

On the eve
of the
Sixth of
August
I embarked
on a solo
Expedition
with a steel weapon
in my knapsack
I traversed
the most treacherous
Territories
known to man
Not in the mind
Not in the hand
But
All across
This majestic land
Which we Abuse
The very same land
That we stole from
Indigenous tribes
The very same land
We misuse
Everyday
But
do not bother
worrying
upon reading this
... , You knew this
All along
I knew it as well
That is why
I chose to
take up
my steely weapon
in the first place
That is why
in a matter of months
Our perception(s)
Shall shift
Because
I Was The First
To whip out
My Resolve
And carve out
New Caves
Much more
Humane
Waves

Monday, August 27, 2012

Monster

She is Monstrous
....
Not as
Monstrous
As
Me

Our government is really a one party system masquerading as a two party system.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

R.I.P. Neil Armstrong

R.I.P. Neil Armstrong. You will not be forgotten.

Deplete

Look at all
These
Ignorant
People
I ask them
To Listen
Yet They
Ignore
I ask them
To Envision
Another Realm
And They Snore
Look at All These
Idiotic
Numbskulls!
I tell Them They Are
Powerful & They Doubt!
Doubt
It
Why?
They refuse
To Believe
In
Anything
Other
Than
Their own
Prison!
Look at Them!
Look!
They count their money
And Abuse One Another
For gold not Honey
I Wish to Deplete
All Currency

You are Powerful! Yes You Are! No bullshit. YOU ARE POWERFUL!!!

Friday, August 24, 2012

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Happy 46th Birthday Dimebag Darrell! All us metalheads miss you but keep your music alive! \M/ \M/

Sunday, August 19, 2012

of Human Kind finally tore away ALL limitations! The era when every individual reclaimed the Universal right to be Limitless!
e era in which our minds will be blown WIDE OPEN! Do not be afraid. This is the era that many generations to come will be talking about. The era when ALL
t ready for it because chances are they'll never be ready as long as they believe they are powerless. This is the era of Great Transformation! This is th
No more fooling around in this limited paradigm we call "reality." It is time to show the world what I/We can accomplish. Doesn't matter if people are no

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Nothing ever truly dies. The Universe wastes nothing. Everything is simply... transformed.
No need to fear. No need to fear.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Human Rhyme

time is subtle
Long ago
We gave
A Damn
Some might say
A God Damn
Others
Might
Uncloak
Their daggers
and stab some
Tropical citrus fruit
Before
Displacing
Any sanity
Then the purple
Purple rain
Drowns Us
Floods
The entire world
Not biblical style
No!
Because
The Universe
knows how ignorant
We tend to be
... time... time
Does not tick
Clocks
are not time machines!
WE
Are the perceivers
because
time needs to pass subtly
Imperceptibly
With or without
.....
Human
Rhyme

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I gotta' live in France at some point in my life.
"None of us are experts. If we were there'd be no reason for us to exist." -Areo

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Do It!

Corporations and Government(s) profit off of war, they profit off of keeping people sick, they profit off of keeping people hungry, they profit off of keeping people homeless, they profit off of raising tuition, they profit off of inflated interest rates, they profit off of suppressing clean and free energy technologies. In short, they profit off of human suffering. These are the cold hard facts.

We do have the ability to change this! We must stop accepting it as the "norm" and start being a hell of a lot more inquisitive! We must start voicing our opinions on a regular basis and ask the right questions; the real questions. We must learn to stick up for each other and help out one another when it is needed. We must stop bickering over frivolous things and stop giving in to argumentative division. THEY want us to be divided. THEY need us to be divided.

Start viewing each person you meet and know as more than someone with opinions and beliefs that differ from your own. They are no different than you. We are ALL the same! It is our differences that make us similar!

You don't have to believe in something that does not resonate within you. But surely you believe that each one of us is worthy of compassion, community and love. Yes, none of us are "perfect" but that does not mean we should be denied the staples of human existence. Nor does it mean we should alienate ourselves from the human condition altogether.

Be yourself! Be the unique spark that you were born to be! Love yourself as you are and love others as they are. I know it can be difficult and tiresome but it is possible. We must stop talking about peace and the golden age and start living it!

If you can't do it for just yourself than do it for your friend, do it for your neighbor, do it for your family, do it for ALL of Humanity! It does not matter who or what you do it for. Just do it! Do It! .... Do It!

Friday, August 10, 2012

ated as crazy and goes inside." -Susanna Kaysen
"Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is design
"Mothers... are basically a patient lot. They have to be or they would devour their offspring early on, like guppies." -Mary Daheim
Many "crazy" people have actually helped society and mankind. It's the crazies that have the courage to push through limitation.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Monday, August 6, 2012

Into the Fray

Ooh
She licked
her arms
Up
and
Down
I laughed
sitting
longingly
on a cherry red
Sofa
She hummed
a melody
I whistled
a tune
A box
of orange cream
Popsicles
quietly
Perplexed us
Ooh
We both
devoured
Two
She gasped
She grasped
My manhood
And sang into it
Softly
Ooh
Then I
Dissolved
into the
Fray

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Follow No

Some of us live
Some of us die
Some of us
Spit
& Speak
With vanity
Far behind
Do you fear
Death?
Fine
If you want
For
Some of us die
Some of us live
Fearfully
And outside of rhyme
Follow no soul but your
Own

Just sold five paintings to someone in Dallas. And another five to someone in Los Angeles.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Quite A Sight

Watching a bunch of dragonflies hunt for smaller insects in my front yard. It is quite a sight.

h dimension. There is no turning back. We can only move onward and upward from here to eternity.
The weather outside is weather.
The weather outside is weather.
The weather outside is weather.
Strong weather changes, time is speeding up, numerous corruptions are being exposed, unexplainable phenomenon are occurring daily. We have entered the 4t

Saturday, July 28, 2012

It won't be long until our cell phones become teleportation devices.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Just heard a Walgreens employee say, "Man, I'm so high! I think my head is cracking."
11:11

Appreciative Banana

When I ate a banana it transported me back to another time. I looked around and saw only sadness. A little gladness but mostly sadness. The people they all looked up at me as if I were some kind of messiah. I had to reassure them that I was not but they did not understand. They didn't understand any form of spoken language.

Symbols they knew. I picked up a twig and drew some shapes in the sand. I drew a square; they observed its corners. I drew a triangle; they observed its corners. I drew a circle; they just about lost their minds.

Some of them jumped up and down and cheered ecstatically. I was amused by their sudden collective epiphany. One of them then grabbed a rock and a makeshift chisel. He diligently carved away at it for an hour or so.

I tried to get a closer look at what he was doing but his back was covering his work. The sunlight kept shining off the top of his head, it almost resembled a lighthouse. Finally, he stopped carving and turned to face me. He held up his creation and the others gathered around it with awe.

He slowly walked up to me with a big grin on his face. He then handed me his creation and hopped away with the others. I watched them all trot out of sight then looked down at the carved rock I held. It was in the shape of a.... banana.

As I examined it and felt its coarse texture it quickly transported me back to the present. The sweet, sweet present. I now have a deeper appreciation for bananas.

Whitman's X

Original abstract ACEO painting. This is a slight homage to Walt Whitman.


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Powerful Stab

Stab my eyes while they are in motion. We deny ourselves every single emotion. This is not what it means to be human. This is not what it means to be everlasting. Do you listen to your soul like you should?

Often times I sit back to get a better view of the bigger picture. It hangs so delicately over all of our heads. It is funny how it can depict whatever we want it to depict. But of course we mustn't take it too seriously. 

Eat a carrot and reminisce over all things bad. The good will naturally follow. You may have to surrender your stubborn heart. You may have to start believing in your own creative prowess. It is real! You are powerful!

We are One. We have always been One. There is no more denying it. :-)
It's hip to be square.
Why smoke anything nowadays? Are you not inhaling enough of those wholesome chemtrail toxins?
Look within. Always look within.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

I Shoot

I shoot you
You shoot me
We'd shoot
A fuckin'
Rainbow
If it looked at us
The wrong way
Why must we give
Creedence
To our homicidal tendencies
Is it not enough
To have every single
Comfort
At our finger tips?
Is it too much to ask
To care for every
Sentient being
Unconditionally?
Go on and brag about
Your ak-47
Or pistol
For
The next time
You shoot me
Will be the next
Time
I shout out loud
"I Love You!"

Psychedelic

I don't do psychedelics. Life is already psychedelic enough.

I don't do psychedelics. Life is already psychedelic enough.
Peace and Love. Peace and Love.
othing more than your fists.
Just say no to weapons. I don't condone violence but if you really feel threatened and have exhausted all alternatives than the least you can do is use n

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Fate Nutrient

I flew into
the
Darkness
I bathed in it
for quite some time
I sprawled out
onto concrete
scenarios
to show
how brutally honest
One thought can be
I giggled when
They promised to
be kind to themselves
Oh, they wish for many things
And they fish without bait
This abyss is a nutrient
Rich
Fate

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I am You. You are Me.

Raked Potential

Rake it in. Rake it in. Bare your knuckles to immorality. What ails you? Is it truth? There is none. Not to your recollection.

Imagine if you will a bag of something. Something precious. No, it does not contain money or anything material. It does not contain negative slogans or epitaphs. Nor does it contain false promises.

What it does contain is of little concern to a humanoid such as yourself. But its potential is of enormous value to you and your species. Let's call this bag of potential the Human Will.

On a clear and concise day most people can distinguish between positivity and negativity. During cloudy days most people choose to find fault with such a skill. What a shame.

Why must we always shy away from our defining characteristics? Normalcy is not an option. It has never been an option. Normalcy behaves like a possum. For the most part it appears alive and vibrant but it is quite adept at mimicking death.

It is not normalcy we seek. In fact, we actually seek a path away from normalcy. Everything we do and encounter during our day to day activity only serves to distract us from finding that path.

It needn't be difficult but it is so because we choose to make it so. Funny thing is... there is plenty of pie to around.

Daily Ignorance

The starving
Artist
doesn't care
about your
Opinions
The starving
Artist
need not
recognize
his own
Sympathies
The starving
Artist
paints the very
landscapes
You ignore daily
....
We are him

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Eternal Rite

Just got my twentieth rejection from a magazine. I know the kind of stuff most magazines publish these days but I refuse to write about all the same crap that numbs the senses. I don't believe I am the kind of writer who is meant to write for any magazine or other mainstream outlet. I shall continue posting on my blogs and self publishing my poetry and prose from now until the end of eternity.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

UFO AMAZING OBJECT OVER HOUSE JULY 14 2012

  Great Footage. Great Footage. The time is now. Not later. Now. Do away with the old way of thinking and acting. We are SO MUCH MORE than what we think we are. :-)

Two Paintings - Ability to See Truth & Witless

Myopic Mental

Independence Day Message from James Gilliland, Part 2

Independence Day Message from James Gilliland, Part 1

ECETI Message From the Pleiadians, July 10, 2012

In our galaxy alone there could very well be 100 million habitable planets.

Gallant

No jobs
for the
Jobless
No thoughts
for the
Bottomless
Pitted
People
No food
for
the starving
little truths
Who remain dedicated
to chivalry
and
Gallantry

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The snoz berries taste like snoz berries.
I do not want to spend my life in a cubicle. It may be all right for most but it's not right for me. I will avoid it no matter the cost.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

STRANGE ENERGY SEEN IN LIGHT BULBS AFTER LIGHTNING BOLT

Fourth Ship

four ways
to ignore
four ways
to bury
hope
& malcontents
keep the light
ignited
four more
then the vote
shall be certain
of our sinking ship
swim, swim not
only four more
feet
to go!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Pythagorean

Here is a link to my most recent poetry novel Pythagorean.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/ryan-loera/pythagorean/paperback/product-20234594.html?showPreview=true

Waldo Canyon Fire UFO - UFO behind helicopter

UFO over Orchard Park NY, July 4, 2012

UFO- Orchard Park NY, July 4th 2012

ufo over orchard park new york 04.07.2012.ufo seen at 41000 feet recorde...

Contactee predicts UFO behavior caught on three cameras

est! Otherwise we'll just help the ship sink faster.
We need a National Debt Forgiveness plan. That is the only way the economy will recover. We can't keep borrowing and borrowing and profiting off of inter

Friday, July 6, 2012

ntirety of existence.
With just one smile you can shift someone's mood. With just one thought you can alter the course of history. With just one breath you can transmute the e

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Mad(ness)

There's no point
To madness
There's no
Madness
To point
To

Light Analogy

This light that illuminates the way for us can be found within every sentient presence. Feel it. Live it. Do not take it for granted or it will take you for granted. The light is effervescent. It is indestructible.

All aspects of human analogy can be attributed to the light. Many humans do not know of this. They do not know because they've been taught to believe in many, many superficial scenarios. But there is no one entity to place all the blame on.

Find what makes you whole and inhale it. Don't give creedence to frivolous circumstances. If others try to keep you from your passion then you must either remove them or remove yourself from such toxic confines.

The whole of the Universe is undergoing an immense transmutation. You cannot see it much but you can definitely feel it. It is pointless to deny it or try to run away from it.

All is returning to light. Everyone and everything is always heading towards light. Towards the original state of existence. Towards the origin of all origins.

Take a deep breath.... inhale it all. The light does not discriminate. The light cannot discriminate. It believes in us at all times. It knows what we are meant to be and will always support us.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Astreya (The Big Break Video Submission - 2012)

Salaciously

Defy
all that
which makes
you
Quiver
if it tempts you
Play
with it
there is no hope
to be found
within
the heart
of
any
Malcontent
Defy
whatever limits you
Salaciously

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Only You

 I embarked on my own spiritual journey a few years ago. Not because I was looking for answers but because I wanted to learn about what makes the Universe tick. I read a ton of books on Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism and a few lesser known ancient religious sects. I ended up feeling more perplexed than ever before but then I started to take notice of everyone and everything around me. One of the main objectives of Buddhism is to be more aware of your surroundings and learn to appreciate each moment no matter what it brings. Obviously this is easier said than done but with practice it does become easier. Another thing I realized was how interconnected we all are. Everyone and everything is truly interconnected and interdependent! There is no escaping this fact. In modern society we can ignore it and deny it all we want but it does not change our interconnectedness.

 Today, I do not ascribe to any religious denomination. It doesn't mean I don't believe in a source or creator of everything. I do believe that all of the magnificent energy that created our entire existence came from somewhere. But whoever or where ever it came from will most likely continue to allude us until we are able to set aside all egoistic constructs. It is our differences that make us uniquely strong. Each of us has our own path to follow. Each of us must respect each individual journey. And whenever we find ourselves bumping into each other we must do our best to resolve whatever conflicts may arise. If no resolution can be found then we must move on.

 There's no need to complicate things. All the details are intricately laid out before us. It is just a matter of deciding what you want out of life and taking the necessary steps. During times of stress, just remind yourself that only YOU know what's best for YOU. :-)

Friday, June 29, 2012

Stay Strong & True

The entire planet is currently being bombarded by high frequency waves of energy the likes of which have NEVER before been felt by mankind. NASA has confirmed this but is unable to delve any further. Our DNA and entire paradigm is evolving at a much faster rate than we're used to. Stay strong and true to your self! All will be well.
104 degrees

This and That

This is that and that was this. Making sure it all came from bliss. But is it not possible to accurately predict the epoch of mankind? I suppose not really. That reminds me of a lot of proverbs and anecdotes that continue to go unnoticed by the mass populace.

Fortunately, I am who I am because of the lives led by others. I am no thief because plenty of thieves have excelled before me. I am no scientist because plenty of scientists have disproved more theories than naught.

Could you imagine if I were to say discover a cure for cancer and distribute it to people in need for free? Come on... imagine. Okay so now imagine what might occur if I were to create some variation of the same useless product we've all grown tired of. I'd like to also distribute it for free but then if I did so we'd only succumb to boredom a lot sooner.

Most of the things we think we need are in fact not what we need. Sure, they serve a purpose but only a purpose that came into existence the second the product itself was created. I won't bother delving into all the horrific details of consumerism but suffice it say... we've all been manipulated for much too long.

The next time you see some overpriced piece of crap being promoted more times than a swedish massage stop and think for a minute. This could be that and that could be this. Don't spend your life chasing material things. You might just miss your bliss.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Brave Girl

Emma was a brave girl. She liked to run. She liked to jump. She liked to dodge vehicles and people. Sometimes the people dodged her. Sometimes the vehicles dodged her; sometimes they didn't. Either way, she maintained her precocious nature.

Many people tried to change her and make her believe in the same superficial nonsense that they did. But Emma always shook her head at them and yelled out, "No! I'll believe what I want to believe!" She seemed to offend most people with her outwardly confidence but it did not matter.

She remained adamant about her personal convictions right down to the very last second of her life. Everyone told her to stop dodging vehicles. They knew it was only a matter of time until she could no longer dodge them.

It happened quite quickly. She crossed the street and successfully dodged a big white car but then a much faster white car turned from around the corner and had no possible means of stopping or slowing down. Emma was thrown fifteen feet in the air. For a split second she felt the joy of weightlessness and wished she could float high above the stratosphere.

She landed in a community swimming pool and drowned. Not because she couldn't swim but because she wanted to drown. She knew the time had come for her to stop dodging vehicles and people. Many people paid homage to her at her memorial. It was mostly populated by the same people she dodged throughout her life.

They had a plaque created for her which read, "I'll believe what I want to believe!" To this day it remains in the center of town for all to see.

It could have been the roast beef.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

s to all civilizations of all galaxies. It cannot be rewritten no matter what.
I come from another galaxy. One in which each individual is free to do what they were born to do without opression. This is a Universal truth that applie

Friday, June 22, 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A Story Is A Story

I believe Facebook and Twitter have created an entire generation of story tellers. We are documenting the stories of our lives. Doesn't matter if it is good or bad. A story is a story.

We Are Zen

Too late, too late. Too late to give a damn. Too late to pay attention to all of the magnificent things that surround you. Forever is the ticket. Time is the enemy. No sense in working within time's disorganized frame.

We time travel on a daily basis. You could say that our entire existence is based on our ability to traverse many decades and eras. You could say a lot of things but for sanity's sake you don't.

Vapidness consumes the populace. With or without consent. Much in the same way a body of government "governs" its citizens. Have you ever examined the word citizen? No you haven't. It consists of the words 'city' and 'zen'. Yes... zen! It is within our very nature to be tranquil.

Seems as though most of us run away from our true nature. Either because it scares us or because we know what an inconvenience it can be. I am here to say that it is not, nor has it ever been, an inconvenience. Don't believe me? Fine. The least you can do is take a few minutes out of your day to ponder the state of things.

One night, not too long ago, I camped underneath a clear starry sky. I had every intention of drinking too much and passing out that night but something within me caused me to pause a minute and look up at Orion's Belt. Each star twinkled in unison. It was almost as if they twinkled just for me. Me and the entire human race.

Then I looked at the Moon and did my best to inhale it's divine glow. Why does it glow so luminously? Was there ever a time when it didn't glow? Perhaps it too glows for us. Granted, I know there is some sort of long scientific explanation as to why it glows but I prefer my own interpretation.

For you see, existence cannot exist without something or someone living within it. The Universe would not be the Universe without us. And even if it could it would not be able to be the same Universe. It would be something else entirely.

We help each other evolve in many ways. And every time we learn something or have an enjoyable experience we automatically add to the collective stream of experience. This is more than a theory.

Is it really too late to give a damn? Maybe. It still would not change our perpetual movement towards some infinite realm of enlightenment. We are human. We are zen.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Romanticist

I let too many great loves slip through my fingers. Who knew it would all add up to this? Certainly not I. Well, I know now but now it is much too late for me to even hope to reconcile any residual feelings I may have.

I suppose if I try hard enough I could very well find that one "great" love to carry me through this screwy journey we call life. Maybe. Though, there is a part of me that does not want to succumb to such fallible nonsense. At what age should one decide to give up and let love in?

Much of the dating scene today consists of too many falsities and platitudes. No one is honest from the get go. We all try so hard to impress each other that we get caught up in superficialities. It digusts me! It really does.

Now, I am in no way proclaiming to be some sort of "love expert" but I do have much to say on the matter. I'm not going to place the blame on one sex or the other. What good would that do? We're all to blame for allowing ourselves to become so calloused. We've all abused love in one way or another.

When you think of the word Love what exactly do you think about? What images are conjured up for you? I tend to conjure up many images and memories. Some are amorous, some are very amorous. Yet, most are of my past crushes. I know it may seem typical but even I cannot escape my own romanticism.

Romance has always been undefinable. Its definition is in a constant state of flux. By which I mean it is different for each individual. Most of us are pretty familiar with the story of the hopeless romantic. And most of us never give it a second thought.

Take for example the story of Don Quixote. It is a tale that has been highly regarded as the quintessential romanticist's perspective. Don Quixote being an old man with an unsound mind sets out on a heroic journey and encounters much ridicule. He remains adamant about his quest and is convinced that his purpose in life is to help those who seek help.

I sometimes wish I could do what Don Quixote did. Though, I don't think I could ever follow through with it. Perhaps in another life in another place. Mine heart supercedes this.

We all know that love is a very real emotion; an emotion that we like to believe we can live without but ultimately cannot. Even so called serial killers and murderers seek love at some point. No human being exists completely devoid of the need for love. It's just not probable.

Yes, we can mention maniacal figures such as Hitler and the like who slaughtered millions. But we must never forget that such individuals were/are just as human as the rest of us. We cannot just write them off as "inhuman". Well, we can but we shouldn't. We must never forget that those individuals that are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most.

Love can be both remarkable and destructive. Some would agree with me others would disagree with me. But it is what it is because that's what it needs to be. I suppose love in its purest form is worth the trouble.

I've allowed many great loves to slip through my fingers. It is my own damn fault. If I could construct a time machine I'd probably go back and try to convince myself to be more open to love. But then I probably wouldn't listen to myself. I may even punch myself in the face.

Perhaps all I can do now is punch other people in the face and hope for the best.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Friday, June 15, 2012

Sentimental Cartoon

Something sentimental reminded me of a cartoon I used to watch. Not the one with the cat and mouse. Not the one with the moose and squirrel. The one with that misanthropic super hero who flew backwards and could only speak in verse.

I cannot recall the title of it but it was pretty comical. I remember waking up early every Saturday morning just to make sure I didn't miss an episode. I'd run into the kitchen and pour myself a big bowl of sugary cereal then plop down right in front of the living room television.

I hummed along to the theme song. Sometimes I'd get carried away and tie a towel around my neck believing it gave me the ability to fly. I would run around in circles and pretend the ground was a million miles below me. I swear a couple of times it actually was.

During one episode the hero was torn between saving a baby from a death defying fall or saving a woman from being crushed by an angered elephant. He nearly went insane just thinking about it. Luckily, he decided quickly and swooped down to help the woman by grabbing the elephant's tusks and flinging it clear across town.

The elephant flew so far that he landed right outside of the same building that the baby fell from. So, the baby's fall was thoroughly cushioned and the elephant had no more than a few scrapes on his tusks. The hero then returned the baby to her parents and the elephant back to the zoo.

Eventually the cartoon was cancelled because a bunch of animal rights groups were offended by that one episode. Well, to be fair, almost every episode involved the hero flinging some kind of animal. I think the creator of the show liked pissing off animal rights groups.

I guess it wasn't so much the cartoon that I liked but just the sense of awe that captivated me every time I watched it. Nowadays, when the stress of society becomes too much to bear, I think back to when I used to run around the living room with a towel blowing behind me. It makes me smile. Sometimes I even tie a sheet around my neck and imagine that the floor of my apartment is a million miles below me. On a good day... it actually is.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

8 UFOs Track Proton Rocket Launch (May 17 2012) HD

Immortality

"The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall. Nations perish. Civilizations grow old and die out and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young. Still fresh as the day they were written. Still telling men's hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead." —Clarence Day

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A thousand years seems like a long time to us. But to the Universe it's less than a second.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Thinking about teaching guitar. I'd definitely like to pass on my knowledge.

This Potato

This potato grew himself. This potato washed himself. This potato peeled and cut himself. This potato boiled himself. This potato seasoned himself then ate himself. He tastes great.

Monday, June 11, 2012

What is reality? Do you know? Nobody knows for certain. There is no accurate definition. Therefore, let reality be what YOU want it to be.
The more you ridicule someone the more you ridicule yourself.

Come on Now

Come on now. Stop procrastinating. Huh? What do you mean by procrastinating? You know what I mean! Uh... no I don't know what you mean.

You've spent practically your entire life thinking about the past. Past crushes, past jobs, past regrets. You think about all these things as if they were still happening to you.

Yeah. So what? What's wrong with that? Nobody really knows for certain if the past actually stays in the past. I know that we all like to believe it does but such a belief is not based on any tangible evidence. Past, present, future; they are all one in the same.

I suppose you are correct but I also suppose you have no freakin' clue. You make a good point, my good man!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Prometheus is absolutely the BEST movie of this year so far! I encourage EVERYONE to see it! It should be mandatory for all of mankind!

Friday, June 8, 2012

Underneath a Barren Sky

Underneath a barren sky
Your smile
Lights up
All our lies
We've done our best
To keep you bereft
Now the longing
Cannot be maintained
Underneath all
Your worries & vagueness
Some lines of justice prevail
If at any time
There need be more fiction
Please let us know
We have an entire
Fiction library available
To our manipulative hands
Now then
Back to the matter at hand
Ah... yes
Keep smiling
Keep right on smiling
Tell yourself about biblical follies
It is this light
That beseeches you
It is this fight
That blends you
It is what it is
But
Never what it was
Underneath
A cloudless sky
Your smile is able to
Mezmerize

UFO(s) Near NORAD in SW Colorado Springs, CO

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Gotta' go somewhere where my talents are appreciated not smothered. Sounds harsh but 'tis the truth.

Monday, June 4, 2012

We The People

Did you see?
Did you hear?
today we are all
Millionaires!
Did you see?
Do you believe?
Your color has
returned to your
Cheeks
Can you smell?
Can you taste?
Every significant
flavor now available
for All of us mediocre
Citizens
Take a step forward!
Make those politicians
Apologize
for all their
blatant
selfish
Crimes
They stole our humanity!
But
Today we get it back!
We are the true rulers
of our fate!
Never again will they make us suffer!
Never again will
we be their
Slaves!
Don't you see?
Don't you know?
We The People
are finally
In
Control
!!

936Hz Pineal Gland Activator

frequency 528 Hz (DNA repair frequency ?) : NO MUSIC single tone

In order to accomplish anything your will must be stronger than your skill.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The more I concoct my own ideas the more I realize the entirety of existence started out as just an idea.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Friday, June 1, 2012

e, politics. And they only do so out of fear. They fear we will discover just how magnificent we ALL are!
Life is wondrous! It is miraculous! Those in positions of authority are good at making us forget by distracting us with consumerism, war, poverty, diseas
Nothing is permanent. Permanent is just as temporary as temporary. For all things are in fact impermanent.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Best Alter

Best to live. Best to lie. Breathing in existence as it mimics random emotion. The eternal passion which courses through our veins is the true mentor we've been searching for. Stop creating new excuses. Push aside all antagonistic obligations and focus on whatever ignites your soul! You know you can do it. You alone have the power to alter your reality.

Have to keep writing. Have to keep painting. Something other than my own will continues to cheer me on.
Fart

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Awesome UFO Sighting May 20th 2012 Stouffville Ontario Canada

UFO Sighting - Bologna, Italy (before earthquake) - 05/20/2012

Pickle

How idiotic you are. You have become invisible.
Stale brine washed down with vodka and limes.
Taste your own taste buds. Sour, sweet, sorrow.
Slip off your dress then hike across Mount Wishaka.
Each hitch hiker you come across whistles & salivates.
How moronic your voice sounds!
Do you not believe in social sanctity?
I dream. You dream.
We all dream of gold plated arches.
This stench is our stench.
Lie back in your self fulfilling excrement.
There is no whipped topping for these tears.
How abused we are!
Place my thumb inside your brine and refer to it as Fickle.
Pickled.
Fickle.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Normal? What is normal? I don't believe such a state exists.

Will

Food is expensive. Shelter is expensive. Jobs are expensive. Relationships are expensive. Taxes are senseless. Politics are even more senseless. Paper laws were made to be torn apart by steel rebellions. The will of (hu)man is eternal.

Saturday, May 19, 2012