Archive for May, 2013

come look fer yerself…


English: The Battle of Stalingrad (1942-1943)

English: The Battle of Stalingrad (1942-1943) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Charon?
can ya carry me ‘cross
this here Dry Creek?

I got no feet
nor hands nor sphincter
I’m just a bloody
Shady Specter

tired of livin’
a Fool’s Folly
reachin’ into crania of spiders
but very few single GD human noggins
by Golly
I think I’ll make ME

a SPAM sammich
SPAM, well WIKI it if you must
Battle(Siege) of Stalingrad, etc.

’em pigs we slaughtered
fought off the Aryan Horde
at least out East …

out here in the Nether Regions
well
come have a look fer yerself…

 

Prayer Discussion


Women praying in the Western Wall tunnels. Thi...

Women praying in the Western Wall tunnels. This is a spot in the tunnel where Jewish women can be physically the closest to the holy of holies, so they face it in that direction and pray at the wall. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

   

 

Michael Veloff

    I’ve been sleeping mostly which is a surprise during a full moon
    10:40pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    Really?
    10:40pm
    Michael Veloff

    Yes, my sleep pattern is very irregular, been working with doctors since 1994
    10:41pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    should do something about it
    10:41pm
    Michael Veloff

    They have tried everything, Bruce

    I have tried everything
    10:42pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    What about prayers?
    10:42pm
    Michael Veloff

    Prayers? to whom?
    10:44pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    to you, yourself

    it might help
    10:44pm
    Michael Veloff

    I have tried everything, if prayer worked, i wouldn’t be going to doctors
    10:46pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    hmm

    try to pray more

    the only thing i can advise
    10:46pm
    Michael Veloff

    thanks, Bruce
    10:49pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    My pleasure to advise^^
    10:56pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    ^^
    11:29pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    still there?
    11:32pm
    Michael Veloff

    yes, i am praying…
    11:32pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    great&&
    11:33pm
    Michael Veloff

    it’s not working, how long do i have to pray?

    i’ll go back to praying…
    11:35pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    not sure but just keepp doing that

    and you will be find
    11:35pm
    Michael Veloff

    Bruce, you interrupted my prayer, do i have to start over now?
    11:36pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    sorry

 

i won’t be


The worship of Mammon

The worship of Mammon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

i won’t be your superman
and i’ve got no master plan
i’m just doing all i can
to stay atop these shifting sands

 

eating fire from streaming screens
buried in minutia
at once
burn my insides
with the Beauty of a dying ember

 

i won’t hock my soul for Mammon
when i look around me, examine
War, Pestilence, Death & Famine
all Religion controls by damning

 

eating Fire from the Belly of the Beast
buried in the Afterglow
at once
a salty pillar
melting in the coming Rising Tide

 

i won’t sit and wait for Heaven
and i don’t need to be forgiven
a madman with no purpose driven
taking only what i’ve been given

 

eating fire from the fruits of Error
my burial plot thickens
at once
back to Mother Gaia
eating every last Unspoken Word

 

’em Words


Breadcrumb from Swedish breadmaker Skogaholm.

Breadcrumb from Swedish breadmaker Skogaholm. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

It’s quiet around here… a li’l too quiet. Y’all are plottin’ ‘gainst me!

 

Calm down, Agnew! It’s just your Imagination. None of these people exist in any quantum mechanical sense of the way when you’re not interacting with them. Now how could beings in a quantum state get together and plot against you?

 

I don’t know but I seen one time on television where there was these quantum beings and they always seemed to be up to somethin’.

 

Agnew, you can’t believe everything you see on TV or read in a book, ANY book. You’ve gotta get your nose out of your laptop and head out of the clouds. Do you remember that stone buried in one corner of your yard when you were three years old? It was there before you and will be there or somewhere long after you have returned your body to Dust. How big was your World at three? Look how you have complicated it with your “investigations.”

 

You know I’m the curious type, always was a curious kid, liked blowing things up and taking apart radios. It was them words that got me, them words my mama read me and then all them teachers, heads all so full of ideas. Very few solutions, life ain’t simple as algebra was you know it starts me thinkin’ about how close to Life I was at three. But these people populatin’ my Reality, makin’ Noise for noise’s sake like a snake eatin’ its tail. I won’t take responsibility for complicatin’ my Life. The World grew big on me all on its own and on account of all ’em Words.

 

Agnew, “’em Words” can set you Free, if you choose to be Free. You’ve been given the Gift of a Human Experience and are lucky enough to be able to express it. “‘Em Words” were never yours, but what you make them mean, how you compose your alphabetic symphony is up you. The Cosmic Stream is there, it ebbs, it flows, but you are One who hears it. Be content in letting it flow and leave something behind, not bread crumbs on a trail.

 

etch each sketch upon the shifting sands


The Etch A Sketch Animator

The Etch A Sketch Animator (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

dreams
and
a sequence relived daily

which are dreams?
which is real?

perhaps the Universe is decidedly
D-I-S-C-O-N-T-I-G-U-O-U-S

contiguity
continuity
an apprehension of a Finite —

Damn it!
something
a Somethingness
persists

throughout my fluid runs
in and out of conscious thought

some call it Essence

— not remembering a Time when
You were not —

Beginningless

early Memories mixed with the
Infant’s Mute Metaphysics

and i have grown wise
i leave no more teeth under my pillow —

i have blocked out the Meadow in my mind
and replaced it with an Architecture
representing my impressions of it

and you read these words
so

Who are you?

Have you lost your way as I have?

I cannot lead you back
we must etch each sketch upon the shifting sands
of our Prejudices

 

SoundCloud reading:  <click here>

Bohemian Rap City


English: Uncle Sam recruiting poster.

English: Uncle Sam recruiting poster. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bohemian Rap City

the double dwelling youths
they claim to be hipsters
hip hop falling from their tongues
like some cysted sort of twister

their stories are the same
like when we played the game
but their beats are something fly
they got some new fish to fry

they bought into the dream
get an education was their plan
but now all they do is scream
their souls belong to Uncle Sam

their stories are the same
like when we played the game
but their beats are something fly
they got some new fish to fry

they’re tired of the lies
and the media manipulation
they’re turning off their sets,
getting high on information

yeah the stories are the same
but the names have all been changed
they got bigger fish to fry
ain’t gotta tell you why

politicians gather in their flocks
they don’t get nothing done
and speak their doubletalks
just a circus for the dumb

they’re waking up the Youth
to the cold and ugly Truth
they’re waking up the Youth
to the cold and ugly Truth

the people that’s in power
they don’t give a damn
about you or you or you or me
the people that’s in power
they know it’s all a sham
they feed it to us daily on HDTV

yeah the stories are the same
but the names have all been changed
their rhymes rising to the sky
and you better listen why

 

SoundCloud Reading/Rap –  <click here>

Dark Side of the Farce


KFC coleslaw

KFC coleslaw (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

giving in to the dark side
of the farce
parading as reality

the almost magical sound
of bitcoins jingling in your empty pockets

twisted into ‘why’s and ‘not’s
at every claw machine in the gallery
never enough

and then the parading streams
of in Formation
line us up like pretty little cabbages
destined to be rotting cole slaw
on the ash heap of Misery

Listen to the SoundCloud (w/jackhammer) : <click here>

but we need more bigger better faster grids
to move in Formation
around and around

and never ever notice another cardinal
sitting in a tree on an April day again

 

the story of Our Box Masters


master_RFM12B

master_RFM12B (Photo credit: fotoopa)

 

for a long time
there was no News.

We contented Ourselves
with sitting at Table,
eating, and sharing Stories
most nights

sometimes the Stories would come
to Us
sitting by the Fire
the Stories the Fire would tell Us

after a while,
the Boxes came
with their shiny lights
and Cathode Rays

and like Moths to the Flame
We huddled around the Boxes
warmed in the Glow

and the Stories began to recede

We contented Ourselves
in forgetting Our own Stories
and gathered around Water Coolers
retelling the stories of Our Box Masters
and laughing only
at the Similarity of Our Programming

Our Box Masters
grew tired of sitting in their heavy boxes
Station(ary)
and asked Us
to carry them around

at first
the Box Masters
We carried around and ’round
were quite cumbersome
so we made them smaller
cuter
more appealing

soon We were no longer huddled
like Moths around a Lamp
but fixed in fractal worlds of Babel-on
Our own

We ceased to Listen
to each others’ stories
could no longer make sense
of the Creature sitting next to us
and so it was

a trap well set by the Box Masters

 

fragment of a hallucination


English: 50s Style Movie Thearter

English: 50s Style Movie Thearter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From an old blog post:

21 November 2007

In the summer of 2004, I was living in a boarding house on the West side of Phoenix and getting my medication for my Schizoaffective Disorder from the State of Arizona.  I was taking Zyprexa at the time and managing okay but for some reason my doctor decided to switch me to Abilify and step me down off the Zyprexa.

When I went to my pharmacy to fill the lower dosage of Zyprexa, my insurance refused to pay for the stepped down prescription and I had only the Abilify to rely on which would take weeks to get into my system.  In effect, I went cold turkey on my Anti-Psychotic medication and within a few days I went into several days of full-blown hallucinations.  I will share with you the beginning period of this 4 day Odyssey.

I was sitting on the edge of my mattress when all of a sudden I found myself in a hallucination where I was visiting a movie theater in the middle of the night on a planet orbiting a star several light years from our sun.  I could vaguely remember driving there in my beat up Dodge Intrepid, a journey on some transgalactic highway that took me some 7.5 billion years.

When I arrived at the movie theater, the place was empty except for two young children who were managing the place, a brother and sister, who looked to be somewhere between 9 and 12 years old.  I asked them what they were doing working at a theater on a school night and demanded to speak to their mother.  They hurried off and in a couple minutes a plumpish brunette woman came out and greeted me and asked me what I wanted.

I explained to her that I had just arrived there from another planet and hadn’t had a sip of water in 7.5 billion years and she directed me towards the drinking fountain.  I didn’t scold her for having her kids working the movie theater as I didn’t know what the customs were on this planet.  Maybe the children were homeschooled or had lessons downloaded directly into their brains?  I went to the drinking fountain and eagerly sipped the water for several minutes.  I could feel it filling every cell in my body.

When I was done, I asked the mother if I could rest in the movie theater and possibly see a movie and she directed me toward a turnstile.  I punched in a code and walked through when another turnstile popped up and locked around my hips.  The mother was standing directly in front of me.  She pressed some buttons and I could feel the sperm being drained from my testicles, which was quite unexpected though not entirely unpleasant.  Tricky planet, I thought.

I punched a few buttons of my own on the turnstile and the mother found herself in a hiplock of her own, although I really didn’t care to take any egg samples from her, I just wanted to show her I knew what was what.  She punched a couple more buttons and released me and I walked toward the area of the theaters.  I didn’t really look around to see what movies were playing, nor did I care.  I just wanted to rest.

As I went to enter the theater area, a console popped up and asked me to log in.  I logged in with my nickname at the time, The Original Trickster.  That’s when all hell broke loose.  What appeared to be between 50 or 60 Jedi warriors came streaming out of the theaters in full battle garb and began to draw their light sabers.  I had no weapon but my mind.  The Jedi looked at me and started to do something very curious.  Rather than face me in battle, they began to take their light sabers and try to cut their own heads off.

But they weren’t able to because I was controlling all their actions with my mind.  I spoke to them.  I said, “Put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!” but still they kept trying to cut their own heads off.  I was still controlling their light sabers so I said, “Let me put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!”  Upon uttering these words, the entire troupe of Jedi warriors simply disappeared.  I was left in the movie theater with the mother and a small assembly of curious onlookers who had come out of the movies they had been watching.

I spent quite a bit more time in this movie theater during my hallucination but I will save that.

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