I Believe In Mankind

Everything is about money. Everything.
This is why we are already in hell. We're not being tortured by some horned being with a pitchfork.
We are being tortured by the free market. Sure, there are some minute bright spots here and there but it's NOT ENOUGH!!
Major changes need to be made as soon as possible.
What is wrong with switching to a resource based economy? What is wrong with providing every single person with the bare essentials?
Food, water, shelter, clothing and healthcare are all anyone needs to survive. Once these basics are taken care of then people will be able to focus on other important endeavors. Such as education, infrastructure and alternative energies.
Being heartless and uncaring doesn't help anyone. In fact, it only serves to infect all of mankind with hatred and frustration. This is how conflict arises.

Each and every one of us must change our mode of thinking! Even if we believe humanity is a lost cause, we must still have hope.
Now is not the time for more conflict! Now is the time for every individual, every group, every community to band together and start helping one another in anyway possible!
I do believe in the goodness of people. Yes, I know there's a dark side to everything but I also know that we're all sick and tired of the dark side.
We are all ready, now more than ever, to transmute the darkness with our kindness, compassion and love.

To quote Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. : "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only Love can do that."

Stop giving in to hatred and start driving it away with your love and light.

I BELIEVE IN YOU, MY FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS!

WE CAN DO IT! :-D

Chaotic 2

I’ve never really understood the elements that make up chaos. Such delusions tend to escape my sublimations. I used to know a sociology professor who believed that none of his students gave a damn about societal constraints. He was right I suppose. Though, at the end of the year most of his students protested outside the office of the university president. The protest was over the newly inflated tuition rates. The president remained in his office for several days. He feared the wrath of the protesting students. But on the last day their professor was able to convince them to allow the president to walk out of his office and give a brief statement. The president didn’t have much to say other than the fact that he was well aware of the tuition hike. He then ran away, hopped into his car and drove off campus at 90 mph. Later that semester, students were forced to accept the ludicrously high tuition rates. More than 30% of them could no longer afford education and had no choice but to accept menial customer service positions just to scrape by. I am reminded of a painting by Vincent Van Gogh titled The Potato Eaters. It depicts a family of very minimal means gathered around a table eating a dinner of boiled potatoes. Potatoes were the saving grace of many lower class families back then and still are today. There is nothing a man can’t do so long as he has a few potatoes to eat. Speaking from personal experience… I have found this also works well with Ramen noodles. I don’t know why the starving artist is often ridiculed for being so adamant about his passion for his art! Oh but he would be congratulated if he were just as passionate about money or the stock market. This mode of thinking is something that has always eluded me and I hope it continues to elude me. I am a free thinking human being who chooses to follow that which I am most passionate about and that does not include becoming a corporate slave! To be honest… I would much rather spend the rest of my days in some secluded cabin in the woods, with my books and thoughts, than in some anxiety filled office space. If this makes me sound nuts then go ahead and label me nuts! It still won’t change my personal point of view. Maybe mankind is meant to be this way. Chaotic or semi-chaotic. Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? We all have our own mission to follow. It is pointless to judge one another. So… we might as well all join hands and sing lots of happy uplifting tunes! Then we can all go out for ice cream! All words written by Ryan A. Loera Copyright 2015

Sharp Cheddar

How funny could you be without me? Clear adhesive apoxy atop worrisome catacomb endeavors. I am marbled by defeatist attitudes. You?

Need that ant colony to vacate my sleeping mattress. Small ones, medium ones and other sized. Regular insecticide does not work very well. Sure, it's strong and irritates but only temporarily.

Perhaps the infestation is a living metaphor. A metaphor for my need to stop procrastinating and start completing my masterworks. I don't know how many more moments are available but this moment is indeed unique and important. Just like melted caramel lies.

Get the bullet to disown our presidential influence. Money fucks us over as policy manipulates we the people further and further.

Feeling absolute; uncertain. As sure as sure as sure as a turkey meat pot pie with huge chunks of knowledge. Didn't I mention before, ages ago, about how I had once been confused by certain passages in the pathos outlined biblical pretention?

We feed on dementia just as much as ham & cheese sandwiches without mayo. Oh I do know what I'm typing here! It is you, you that has no flipping idea how gravity sticks each individual to every other individual!

It is within fictional romance novels that we begin to plunder the teachings of our predecessors. Identity is another metaphoric derivative.

Discuss the accidental accident that is our nation. We are the (thee) successors of a generation of slave traders and owners. They used to beat 'em with big long dirtied sticks and poles. Some of 'em died, most of 'em cried and begged for mercy. But oh let's not forget how sweet and juicy and delicious the apples, melons and corn turned out.

Thank, thanks. Great, grateful. Abnormalcy, normalcy. Ease, dis-ease.

In the deli I contemplated beat poetry. Welcomed the possibility that I may have been a prophet in another life. Then I purchased a pound of sharp cheddar cheese.

Breaking Ground

Breaking ground, we are breaking ground. Have another cup of premium brewed coffee and crack open your mind's eye. Do not expect to receive a gold medal or trophy for your efforts. Truth is rarely rewarded.

Its not a cynical observation. Vation. Ha, I was gonna' write down something about that fifth girl who dumped me in the middle of a romantic cruise across the atlantic but decided against it. That's exactly what she'd want me to do. I ain't gonna' pine over nobody anymore.

This whole construction is an evolutionary process unto itself. Know it, digest it, make love to it. At least it's guaranteed to be STD free. Ha, ha.

Two days ago, as I picked my nose, the sky looked particularly spacious. It caused me to think about all those people out there who have no food to eat or warm bed to sleep in/on. On, in.

I empathize with the plight of all sentient beings. Perhaps, a little too much. But hey... what the heck do I know?

I ain't into superficial longings. I may have them but I don't like 'em. Why should I care for shit like money and fame??

My hair is long right now. Past my shoulders, certainly. My facial hair seems to sway on its own. It is obvious to me that my appearance throws people most of the time but I think I like that. I like shocking people even if only for a few seconds at a time.

I'm a nice guy who doesn't like being a nice guy but at the same time I don't give a crap. Though, I do meditate as often as possible and peer behind the illusion that is our reality.

(Problems are meant to be explored.)

Exist exist exit ex-ist.

This is all a fantastical construction.

Crust

Oh the mighty versus the weak. A poet knows what's what. The populace would much rather blow each other to pieces than hug and forgive minor offenses.

Before we know it - 1,000 years doesn't come soon enough. And we all transmute back into the Earth's crust.

Self Involved

A rich emporium of eagle satin pleasure troves of unfamiliar dyslexia feels normal. Stood by her only broken thumb and wrist to douse the pain points with my mental minutiae. Funny, funnily space is a farce not far from fortitude. Speaking up for the loneliness inside us all.

The tubes are light like pancakes and butter and not syrup. Science makes believers into cynics: purposeful fortuitous. Jesus, the back hurts. Say it will mimic okay.

Each day the sun sparkles in particular for whorish mannerisms. Say, I said that that would find you in unknown states of cholera. Pandemic, handle your broom pushing allegory. Turtles have lived for centuries before us human beings. I am quite certain they will outlive whole generations of peoples.

I cannot find a reason to ask out carnality and bring some home with me. Why? What for? Carnal delights are only delightful once in a plaid moon. If, if, if. If at all.

For what washer there was no doubt over the matter of a waxy hearted life filled and unfilled with lots of cello cellophane teardrops. Fangs to scrub with toothbrushes. Silvery stars crossed uncrossed vague delusions. Get her some special treatment, lotion.

(Aware of lifetime, a lifetime gone by.)

What is time? What is tiime? What is you? What is me? What is we? What is why? Why is why?

Another bossy window whore. She denies the cultural existence of another other follower who begins to dabble in the black arts. Arts of good-ness subtle wings fanciful the trees, trees, trees try reconnecting us with the truth of the matter of factual evidential screamo skies. (!)

In a very particular way I chased after her afterthought. The sidewalk felt firm yet agile. She said she was once a lioness in a previous life. I believed her only because she scribbled fiction on a plain paper plate. Connect dots; the dots connect every single thang thing.

Delineate the process. Belittle the essence. Sanctify the wholeness.

An estimated reading time of one minute and nine seconds is not a goal. 1,111 bodily counts down the melee. Exruciating in detailed spring memories surrender it all to the lasting symbolic deafness.

Egg sandwiches. Egg salad. Fried egg sandwiches.

Nearest molecules build us up in every possible vagueness. Absent minded I emplore the use of deoxy ribonucleic acid in my work. See it, sing it, want it, be it, it it.

We are our own victims. Victimized desensitized.

Self involved confusions usually involve rotating patterns of starlight. If at all, all.

Mirror Man

Saw a man in the streets lugging around an oversized mirror. You see he used to be a very successful stockbroker. He had it all: money, women, cars, vacation homes & plenty of recreational drugs at his disposal.

Then one day everything changed for him. He made one bad investment after another and lost millions! He defaulted on every loan and had all of his material things sold off at an auction. He was devastated. He tried to buy back his stuff but all he could afford was that mirror.

It once belonged to his grandfather and had been in his family for hundreds of years. His grandfather gave it to him on his deathbed and told him, "This mirror is very special. It can bring you lots of good luck or lots of bad luck. It all depends on what kind of person you are."

He did not believe his grandfather initially but now that he has lost almost everything he doesn't know what to believe. Therefore, he remains determined to hang on to that mirror for however long it takes him to get back his fortune.

Even if it means lugging it around for all eternity.

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Forward Forward

Forward, forward, sideways across. She carries her only daughter across the river known only as River Hardly. The words to describe such an event are numerous and un-nameable. One must be careful not to pursue a lengthy description when trying to amuse the masses.

But the masses are stupid, unfortunate, desolate & lonely creatures of habit! Unlike that woman with her only daughter, still but stained by her wanting happiness. Illusory things mutate choiceless advantages.

Complete

You do not make sense when compromised by allegorical fantastical fables created by transnational capitalists. Sure seems like the second coming of rice pudding in your suede pants but oh you couldn't be any more right. The sun is a beauty of which we doubt retroactively.

People call me Bryan but my name is not Bryan! Is it really so hard to pronounce RYAN?! What is that they are thinking of the live long day? Oh wait.... I guess the latest newest same old smartphone is more important than committing my name to memory. It makes sense, yes. No!

But whatever. Whatnot. I promise to only care about my own interests so long as people keep forgetting my name. Please... please do not pity me. I don't mean to sound pitiful or decompressed. I only wish to make my frustrations known and unknown and then if time allows... known once more.

Stare intently down a darkened well and you will only begin to understand a tenth of what I am alluding to. Our biological makeup persists, further. Furthermore, when will all these self important pop stars stop showing off their genitalia?

The human mind mimics that which we inhabit. By which I mean our beautiful planet. I do not wish to go off on some long, long descriptive romantic tangent here. Maybe I should, but I won't. No, not yet.

We've all got desires. You know what I mean! Desires are those things that we really don't need but yet somehow we feel like life would have no meaning without them. And I don't just mean superficial things like money and steamy sex.

Let's face it, if you don't know what desires are then you probably shouldn't have them. Complete.

Mutual

Life is a mutual folly of which we do not understand. These are the accepted terms we agreed upon before entering this vortex of beautiful chaotic convergence. It is fun, it is functional.

I cannot stress enough the importance of not stressing over the minutiae. It all makes clever, clever sense now. See it in your prefrontal cortex of shame. Begin to explore that which you have no control over. Over, over the rainbow of plain spoken banalities. Greatness abounds here.

We learned to walk at a young age for a reason. We learned to form sounds into things called words for a very great purpose. Why then is it so hard to believe that our existence exists for a reason? Why?

Do you enjoy being fooled by fallacies and liars? Of course not! I know it seems easier said than done... I know! But that does not make it an impossibility.

At best it is a mutual improbability (possibility).

Bell

Woman at door with child selling chocolate bars for $1 for her son's baseball team. Baseball? Who the hell still plays baseball?

I purchased one, a Milky Way bar. Makes me think of the galaxy we inhabit. I believe there should be an Andromeda bar or a Crab Nebula bar. The entire Universe should be paid tribute.

People don't give a damn. They say they do but they don't. Sure, they're busy with the day to day stuff but none of that would be possible if the Universe didn't exist.

It may be bad - it may be good. Whatever you choose to call it it's still a part of the entirety of existence. This you mustn't deny!

If you try to outwit existence you will only end up creating more negative illusions to get caught up in. Catch yourself now before the final dinner bell is rung.

Assures

Some such careful carelessness consumed us whole and plainly. Tell us no lies. Just pull up your platitudes and drown your sorrows if need be.

We were not at all careful but regarded each other as anomalous day trippers. Familiarity reigns in consciousness.

Galactic involvement involves each of us! Every one of us!

We belong to each other and each lover. The cosmic eternal light illuminates our journey forever and all possible ways.

Subtlety assures our future.

Kill Your Television

An illusion is an illusory thing. Division running rampant, or so we think. People often seem surly and agitated whilst traversing the depths of their own subcranial subconscious. This is no allegory or feeble fable like all the rest.

We think because we must think and never stop thinking. Such a feat is impossible or maybe more like improbable. That's what I would say if I were surrounded by shallowness and drunken fools. Gotta' pass the time somehow. Mustn't feel obligated to entertain entities I have nothing much in common with.

Maybe if I were a sailor or militia man of sorts it would be slightly easier to relate to the chasm of most human miseries. Only slightly; slightly. Still... I would find it difficult nonetheless. It's all a blind two legged race. A race that no one could ever even hope to win. Yet, we all try anyway.

Do you ever day dream of visionary goals? I don't mean stuff like acquiring vast sums of money or getting an all over tan. No, I mean stuff like being able to fly high up in the sky like Superman! Also gaining the ability to manifest just about anything and everything you can think of. Within reason, or not within reason.

To each his own. Ha. That's one of those laughably engaging phrases that gets tossed around so much so people don't even remember its origins. But I suppose we do live in a time when nobody really gives a rat's ass about the origins of anything. It's both a good and bad philosophy to live by.

Let truth be truth and lies be lies. That's what I like to say... not out loud. Though, perhaps I should start saying it out loud. Yeah, that's all I need. To be gawked at by the rest of the insincere and insecure populace.

I read what I can and speak when I want. No one has a say in that. We're all entitled to our own opinions but none of us is entitled to force our opinions onto each other. It's a fact! Such and such is the way we must observe life's effervescence.

Illusions envelope us daily and nightly. It is to be expected to freak out every now and then. The real key is to let it all wash over you like some kind of cosmic waterfall. Then once you've allowed it to drench you and beat you down there can be nothing but sunshine to look forward to. This I know to be the utmost truth.

Look, man. Listen, man. Taste these words or be prepared to forever chase them in your dreams. If you really desire lots of gold and material pleasures then go ahead and go out there and get them. Just don't be disappointed when they don't last as long as you were hoping they would last. That's all I gotta say about... that.

Hey, man! Do you like movies or read books? I suggest you read more books, man. I mean... just in case my words bore you and don't send your mind soaring into the stratosphere. Read books. Read more books. Kill your television!

Believe (Be)

Believe. Believe in great benevolent forces. Believe in Love. Believe in Friendship. Believe in Compassion. Believe in Truth. Believe in Wisdom. Believe in Knowledge. Believe in the power of Imagination. Believe in Beauty. Believe in Passion. Believe in the Impossible. Believe in Purpose. Believe in the Transmutation of all things at all times. Believe in the everpresent warm embrace of the Universe.
But most of all... believe in Yourself.

Unique Can Be

I am an original. I am writing this as it comes. I am no empty headed zombie looking to be used and controlled. I am unique. I feel and think about many, many things pertaining to humanity and its many dormant gifts.

I paint as well but have not painted as much as I used to. I really should start it up again. Now, right now. Yep.

Blue and yellow swirls are what I often imagine cloaking the minds of the general public. It isn't often that they understand or are aware of this. But I do believe they try as much as is possible. Whatever that means.

I'm not looking forward to old age but I've come to accept it as an inevitability. If I end up living a hermetic lifestyle then so be it. I've never been one to frequent fascist night clubs or superficial gatherings. I know they do have some merit but only if one is seeking a cheap sexual encounter. Even then there is no guaranteed outcome.

Expectations cause a lot of turmoil. People either expect too much or expect too little. Then when things don't go their way they get all disappointed or frustrated or enraged. They make mountains out of potholes. They enjoy it.

Silly, silly people. When will they learn to appreciate what they already have? I suppose such a question can only be answered quickly and without much consideration. That and people tend to ignore rhetorical questions. Or what they believe to be rhetoric.

I am currently reading Tolstoy and others in an effort to gleen some kind of insight into the behaviors and manners of unconsciously aware peoples. I guess that itself is an expectation but I'm open to it morphing into something else.

I shall soon be 30 years of age and am glad to still be intact on this beautiful Earth. I am an original. One of billions.

My perspective and personality remain my own. Interconnected but unique as unique can be.

Pick

  When one picks one's nose it is often best to do so in the company of strangers. Such people usually require a certain level of escapism in their daily lives. So, why not give them what they need!

  Go on and ram your finger in that sniffer of yours. If you favor the right nostril then pick the right nostril. If you favor the left nostril then pick the left nostril. Dig really deep in there.

  I used to be able to pick my nose and eat my own boogers. They did not taste gross or disgusting. They didn't taste like much of anything. Some of my 8th grade classmates would practically bribe me to eat them.

  They would cheer me on and then make gagging sounds as if it was the grossest thing they had ever seen. They all led such sheltered lives. Locked up in their makeshift ivory towers.

  I learned a valuable lesson during my nose picking days. I learned that in order to get the biggest reaction from people.... one must pick one's nose like there's no tomorrow.

Happy or Sad

Reluctantly I tried to make her adore me rather than love me. She slapped me instantaneously and without regret. Two times I told bold faced lies but only because the truth would have freaked her out so intensely and dramatically that there would be no recovery from it. Truly.

And forget about pleauring her to the point of no return. No, she would not approve of such madness. To her pleasure is mostly derived from extended periods of celibacy and finger pointing. I'm not lying here.

On our anniversary I did my best to show her a good time. I made reservations at some fancy pants French restaurant but when we got there they said that I made no such reservation. I spoke to the manager but all he did was furrow his brow and roll his eyes. So, I punched him square in the jaw and tore up his fancy pants suit.

We were escorted out of the place as the manager shouted French insults. My love she looked like she was about to cry but instead she slapped me and jumped on my person. She licked my face and kissed my neck. She seemed very excited.

So we skipped dinner and went straight to dessert. Ha, ha. I'm not a big fan of inunedos but they do serve a purpose. So, after having hot sex in the back of my accord, she said nothing to me. I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad.

I guess she was mainly disappointed because that was the last time I saw her. Really it was. Well... it was the last time she knew I saw her.

Ten years later I spotted her at the local mall. She was holding a crap load of shopping bags and looked very happy. She was also being embraced by some tall muscular guy with a mustache. I stood about four feet behind them; they didn't even know anyone was watching them.

Five minutes passed and some kids ran out of the toy store and towards them. They shouted, "Mommy! Daddy! Look what we got!" I watched them take each other's hand and walk away like the quintessential happy family.

Now, I don't know if I feel happy or sad.

Some People

Some people need advice for advice's sake. Others need a sturdy steak knife between their eyeballs and brain. Emotional these people tend to be. Well, only because they are usually ignored by the majority of society.

Now, I only say this in order to expand upon what you may or may not already know. From the time we enter kindergarten and beyond we are all conditioned to behave in a particular manner. I don't know why they bother with such nonsense; especially when it comes to the public school system.

I used to know this homeless guy who spent his days on the corner of Wilshire Blvd. and Truth Ave. spouting off unknown verbs and consonants. Yet, every once in a while he would speak of things like Jesus Christ, Charles Manson, Mother Teresa and Super String Theory. "Why are people afraid to believe in a God? Any God?" This was one of many questions he'd shout at passersby.

At first, nobody paid him mind. I got the feeling he didn't care much for the opinions of others. And even though he rarely begged for change people would still toss him some upon encountering him.

Some time would pass before I'd see him again. Then, almost suddenly, I ran into him at the post office. He was planning on mailing a dozen personal handwritten letters. He had groomed himself nicely and was wearing a fancy gray suit. Of course, he didn't recognize me but when he saw me leaving he said, "Excuse me, sir! Would you happen to have any change to spare? I have some letters to mail."
"I'm sorry but I don't have any change or cash on me at the moment." I replied. "Oh, okay. Well how about a credit card?" He looked quite intent on mailing his letters. "Uh no I don't have any credit cards either. I don't have much credit these days." "Okay. Thanks anyway. Have yourself a good afternoon." And just like that he walked away and vanished.

Some people don't know what they need when they need it. Confused these people are.

Snow Cone

In the middle of January is when I lost my first original love. She had purchased a snow cone from a street vendor who only charged her a smile. Yes, a smile.

As she licked it she was brought back to a time when she was a child of only five. Her mother did not pay her much attention in those days. But usually because she was too inebriated to stand on her own two feet.

My original love she always thought of this when enjoying a snow cone or any other childhood treat. Sometimes she'd cry out loud if only to hear herself lose control.

Then one morning she finally lost complete and utter control. She mouthed off to the snow cone vendor and threw crushed ice at his face.

Some passerby interpreted this as a crime and phoned the local police. When the police arrived at the scene they saw her foaming at the mouth and felt it necessary to taze her.

Unfortunately, the voltage was just a bit too much for her fragile body to handle. Her brain literally imploded from the high voltage. She was buried next to her Mother.

All this happened in the middle of January. I lost my original love. I lost her when she lost herself.

I am reminded of this whenever I see a woman enjoying a snow cone.

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