Unlocking the World’s Heart

Smiles…

Like crescent moons

Across colorful faces

Stretch for miles --

Above the endless horizon,

Beyond the blazing sun,

And past the expanding stars --

Just to return home

To unlock the secrets

Of the world’s heart.

Smiles…

Like curved see-saws

Across playful faces

With big eyes

And even bigger dreams

To wander the wide world,

And keep it safe and green,

So that anyone’s smile

May unlock the secrets

Of the world’s heart.

Smiles…

Like cups of sunshine

Across friendly faces

Warmed by the promise

That smiles smash walls,

Break down barriers,

And reach beyond borders

Always returning home

To unlock the secrets

Of the world’s heart.

Keep it simple -- unfinished

work in progr3ss

Keep it simple

I put on my shoes

To go for a hike,

But what’s to lose

I’ll go on my bike.

I put on my swimsuit --

In the water I’d float,

But oh how cute

If I had a boat.

I put on my seatbelt

And start the car,

But what if I felt

Like going real far.

Car, far, plane, jet, rocket,

 

The truth of my value

http://www.bbc.com/capital/story/20150318-leading-without-limbs

Some of what he says:

The truth of my value
is not dependent on whether or not i have arms or legs.
or how many friends i have.
I don’t need to be someone I’m not.
I just need to be the best me.

if that’s what’s in you, within your heart and mind and spirit, you’ve got to do it.

and don’t be afraid of failure. Failure is education.

we all start with zero.
don’t be afraid to work. don’t be afraid to try
don’t be afraid to network.
and don’t be shy. don’t be ashamed of anything.
go out and try. you never know who you may inspire along the way.

Passionate in Peace

What is the world but another word for us.

What is peace but another word for us.

What is love but another word for us.

What is life but another word for us.

 

Who am I but another word for you.

Who are you but another word for me.

Who are they but another word for us.

Who are we but another word for world.

 

Ask yourself, and ask another,

Who asks another and still another

To be blind to borders, deaf to boasting,

Active in love and passionate in peace.

 

The questions seem simple:
Who, what, when, where, why...

And answers equally so:

Me, you, now, here, because…

 

Because we can, because we must!

For what is action but another word for love.

And what is love but another word for peace.

We Are All Connected

When I fly my simple kite high in the sky,

I know it is lifted by the same swirling air

That lifted another simple kite

Flown by another adventurous child

On the other side of the world.

 

When rain drops dance on my tongue

During a summer rain shower,

I know I'm tasting the same fresh water

That quenched the thirst of another curious child

On the other side of the world.

 

When my hands dive into the moist earth

And reveal writhing worms and speckled stones,
I know I am touching the same rich dirt
That smudged the face of a playful child

On the other side of the world.

 

When I recycle what I no longer need,

I help keep your ground water clean,

Your rain forests vibrant,

And your air fresh.

What we do on our side of the world,

Affects all the world.

Because we are all connected.

What Happened to Us?

What happened to us?

What happened to our love?

We were inseparable.

Now we’re insufferable.

I loved being with you

Walking hand-in-hand

Down the avenue,

Placing soft kisses

Upon your sweet cheeks,

Not a care in the world

But one:

To see you smile.

Your happiness

Was all that mattered.

Every breath I took

Was a joyful prelude

To making flaming love.

Where are you now?

Who’s making you smile?

We were inseparable.

Now I’m insufferable.

I loved being with you,

Hugging you from behind,

Whispering in your ear,

Kissing your slender neck:

Magical moments of moaning, and

Not a care in the world

But one:

To see you smile.

Your happiness

Was all that mattered.

I gladly suffocated

In the bubble of your love,

Dying every night,

Dying with you every night.

What happened to us?

Who burst our bubble?

We breathed as one,

Now I’m breathless

Longing for you,

Longing for your touch,

Longing to give you my all...

I just wanted you to be happy...

 

Truth of Cosmic Energy

I'm doing much research for a creative project. It's taken me down the internet rabbit hole.

Alien civilizations from Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, inside the Earth, and far beyond the cosmic horizon.

Quantum mechanics, toroidal forces, the truth about electromagnetic energy, the truth about the double-slit experiment, Tesla, entanglement, faster than light travel.

Roswell, anti-gravity energy, reverse engineering, government coverups, the rush to hush alien technology, Hitler and the occult, time machines.

Hollow Earth, Adm. Byrd, North Pole entrance, South Pole entrance, doctored photos of poles by NASA and Google Earth, garden of eden, giants, inner sun, peace, harmony, 12 lost tribes of israel, missing U-boats, Billie F Woodard, Area 51, 27 levels deep.

Giant structures all over the world, tunneling systems worldwide, entrances to hollow earth worldwide, holographic structures for stealth, Tesla energy, levitation, government conspiracy to hide evidence and knowledge, Gobekli Tepe, Stonehenge, Giza, giants of Peru, ayuhwaca, levitation thru resonant frequencies.

Sound of the sun, sound of the earth at 528 Hz, everything is light energy, let there be light means let there be electromagnetic energy before bodies that create or reflect light such as the sun or moon, the sun is not a nuclear fusion reactor, space is filled with charge, black holes do not exist, dark matter does not exist.

Edison was a dick to Tesla, so was JP Morgan.

Is the Illuminati good or bad?

Are there bad aliens as well as good aliens?

Was there a one or several cosmic catastrophes in the long ago ancient history of the Earth involving multiple alien races and weopons of mass destruction?

Nirubu. Planet X.

Topaz and Trust

Well I'll be damned
here comes your ghost again
after so long a time
it feels so very fine
with no need for regret.

When you burst on the scene
so dark and exotic
your voice so melodic
your spirit a shade of green
but your mind was supreme.

Your total essence
announced your originality;
It was a presence
so far from banality

that only few could see.

You captured my heart
and inspired my art
with your searching mind,
we were one-of-a-kind
stumbling thru the dark.

But I allowed my fear

of true intimacy

to interfere

with a blissful destiny.

And in so doing

I cursed

the gods

of chemistry.

And here we are

Alone together again
We've come so far

ever ready to mend.

But underneath it all

we desire connection,
and underneath it all

we desire selection.

And in the aftermath

we fight against the current,

And in the aftermath

we wish upon a star,,,

Friendship

"Let me make this clear," he said to her.
"I am no longer looking for a gratis room from you. Our friendship has moved beyond that; or at least that's how I feel."

She bobbed her head left to right
in a vain effort to part her shortish blunt bangs,
eyes dropping from a direct gaze to a distracted wander,
a wander borne not of boredom or disinterest,
but of a crackling energy that must
absorb and process all available stimuli
every nanosecond.

Her eyes lifted from the table,
darted to the cat, or at least the ghost of the cat,
and took in the entirety of that offered by
visible light, as well as by the other known senses --
and some yet unknown, I'm sure.

And then her eyes met mine again. 

I noted that her bangs had merely swished back and forth
with no appreciable difference from their starting point.

Cassie is an amazing woman. Strong of character, strong of will, steadfast in resistance yet vulnerable enough to invite and accept uncertainty.

Diamonds and Lust

While I’ll be damned
I’m haunted by your ghost again
a specter I so want to please
whose sadness makes me freeze
all ambitions of my own.

I made a silent pact
to keep you out of lack,
that you'd see the cup half full,
and love this carefree fool,
but it cost me my soul.

You took what I gave
and it made you brave,
but when I wanted the same
it was my mama you blamed,
and I suffered alone.

I just needed a friend
to help me blend
my hopes and fears.
What I got instead
was fantastic head
and silent tears.

Your desire to please
while on your knees
was commendable.
It paved the way
for my salty spray
to be expendable.

Cupping my balls
and sucking my straw
'til I glazed your tits.
And in return
I made you squirm
licking your clit.

Your cries of pleasure
were the measure
of my self worth.
Nothing was better
than your pussy wetter
than Mother Earth.

But I had other plans
apart from sex glands
That needed exposure.
My desire to write
was treated as trite
and I was a loser.

But the plan from the start
was to cushion your heart
from the ravages of doubt.
Then you'd believe in me
and finally see
what I'm all about.

But you abandoned me
in my soliloquy
siting Freudian reasons.
Now we're splitting up,
Damn your half-empty cup!
And your cock pleasin'.

All I can say
is that it doesn't pay
to delay your dreams,
for another's memes.
'cause above all else
be true to yourself.

A Weed in a Corfield

A weed is really just a plant out of place.

In a man's cornfield, a plant is a weed.

The same plant in your yard can be a flower.

Soul-Sucking Job with Money Vs the Alternative

My wife believes that I should work at a soul-sucking job just to provide food, shelter and clothing for my family. Yet she comes home every day complaining -- and sometimes crying -- about her soul-sucking job, which she has taken to put food on the table.

She seems to think it's better that we teach our children to be emotionally unhappy in the world, rather than what I exemplify, which is to strive for your dreams no matter the cost.

We differ on this, and I have to leave this toxic environment where she makes me wrong for my choice to instill an enriched emotional life versus a financially poor physical life.

She has always complained about money, about the unfairness of the capitalist competitive nature, but she also has always complained about not having enough. It’s like living with Janus, a two-faced person who will never be pleased no matter the course.

I must stick to my principals.

I will not subjugate myself for the rest of my life for the almighty dollar.

I will strive to deliver art that helps people enrich their core being.

And it’s not so much that we disagree, but that she says my beliefs are wrong, that my beliefs are not in the best interest of the family, that I should work at an unsatisfying job for the sake of my children -- even if I constantly complain about said unsatisfying job to my children and family.

She seems to believe that this scenario is better for nurturing human potential than actually suffering deprivation while going after an ideal dream human life.

Why Do We Hate Unions?

What makes me angry about the world is the seeming onslaught of a business mentality.

There seems to be little room in the world today to just be an artist. To create for the love of creating. To create something that moves others.

It seems that everyone wants you to notice them for the sake of being noticed. Get more likes. Get more click-thrus. Get more virtual friends.

Even traditional liberal outlets such as NPR have programs dedicated to the interests of business. Focus on the Dow Jones and Nasdaq has supplanted any focus on unions.

Unions have been so smeared by corporate interests that it will be a long time before they regain credibility in the eyes of many.

Yet, we will still affix credibility on multiple corporate and political interests despite the myriad scandals involving those entities.

Corporate and political scandals have cost Americans more than any union corruption. Yet, the corporate PR machine has done a marvelous job at deflecting attention away from its soiled self. We sill vilify unions.

Moving Past Imperfection

The shape of tomorrow is decided by how we fashion the amorphous ideas of today.

To fashion an idea, we must first get it out of our head and down onto paper.

Reading it makes it more real, more concrete. Reading our ideas allows us to elaborate on them.

I have a head full of ideas but an empty bank account.

But also important is to follow thru as much as possible on ideas.

I have hundreds of files containing inchoate ideas. For some reason, I get fearful when I have to expand an idea past its present imperfection to its newest incarnation, which may or may not be imperfect.

The thought of perfecting something is paralyzing. What if I fail? What if I don't know its still imperfect, and I put it out into the world only to be ridiculed?

I can't stand being ridiculed.

Jim Jeffries on Religion

The Silence Smiles

The stomach growls, the head aches, the clock ticks, the fan blows, the birds chirp, the silence smiles. The end of the day, meeting deadlines. Now, home.