Sunday, 22 May 2011

A Thought from Year Ago

How did I get to this day, I lay on this couch,
thinking about,
The last two years, and I 
still have a hard time trying to understand how I got to this place,
Today.
There are so many people waiting
repeating my every movement
of today, yesterday,
and before.
Where are you all,
you are not in my head,  
you are not in my life
You will never the part,

you want my life.

How do i sit here?
Today,
I want to think back,
but I don't want to relive these two years,
but i will,
I will need to,
do another repeat,
of this journey, 
too and from hell,
too and from heaven,
on this day where I am,
still caught 
between.

waiting for the world to see, what has been done,
not to me,
not,
you, 
though me, you'll see
to themselves,

from inside a jail cell,
is the only relief 
I will have for me
to be able to 
have this taken from themselves
relentless,
jealousy,
envy,

Taliban

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban me banana.(Bonanza)     (Taliban, Taliban, Taliban me banana.)
The Tali-man is a man.                                            (They’re going bonanza.)
That’s part of a band of crazy men.                         (The Tali-man is part of a band of crazy men.)
They’re going bonanza. (Bananas)

How we going to stop them?
Find them?
Ask them to raise their hands?
How else is there to find them?                              (Track them?)
That’s how we’ll find the Taliban
We’ll ask them to raise their hands.

Ok,
Taliban, Taliban, Tali-man raise your hand.
Oh my God, there’s one of those crazy men,
Who’s a part of the Taliban.
Who says I am a crazy man?
Raise up, Raise up Tali-man.
We’re all men in the Taliban.

Oh shut up Tali-man,
We’re not fans of the Taliban.
We’re taking you in,
Grab that man.
He’s going in.

Now who else says they’re a part of the
Taliban?
No One?
Good, that means we are done.

Revisited Spot










Streets

Streets.



black, shiny.
it glares at me,
the night, what I once loved,
now lurks on every corner.

the shiny streets,
so pretty,
so welcoming,
so cold, uninviting,

you look down one alley,
look down another lane,
up the boulevard, across the way,

your nothing,
the reflection you once loved,
now fades,
your memory, memories,
hold strong.

but you long,
look for inside and out,
my, my the lie, is just a lie,

life exists, all in one,
inside and out,
the lie, you cannot kill us,
we have survived worse,

lost love,
lost worlds,
lost memories,
just being lost,
not worrying, where you where,
where you are,
where you were going,

come, go,
came from heaven,
went to hell,
landed somewhere close to both,
warmed from above and,
warmed from below,

life,
love,
all in time.

I entered my friends World to see Toronto though his eyes (A Sample)







Saturday, 21 May 2011

My reactions to a book

Naturalist – I call it realist.
Based on proven experience man is doomed by the very voice GOD. He is a flawed object. This is evident through the first code of ethics or laws written to the laws in place today.
The Ten Commandments – A Code of Ethics?
The Criminal Justice Code – a Code of Ethics?
The right of individual choice or the possibility of choice, does it exist? As – if we break the law or break the justice code we will either burn in hell or rot in jail.
Responsibility – Who is responsible for the action(s) that occur in society? From an example from “existentialism is humanism” – Jean-Paul Satre, “We cannot suppose that a man would produce a paper knife without knowing what the purpose it would serve”
The idea Jean-Paul Satre is referring to is  “production precedes essence”. The production of the knife was produced for a reason. What was the reason or essence of the knife or the essence of producing it in the first place? Was it for pure esthetics, to create war, to hunt for food, for protection, thus by chance that action that creates death equals food and protection.
If we state that they produced the knife without knowing its essence (What is the purpose or reason for its production), thus absolving themselves of responsibility for the resulting action of the knife. Were they waiting to see if the knife would be used at all or if its use would fall inside the Code of Ethics relevant to the social context the action took place. Thus at that time claiming ownership or responsibility for its production.
Reference – 2001 Space Odyssey, knowledge is given to the ape. The ape used the bone to kill for food, as well used it to kill for power and land ownership. Could the bone been used to build shelter, dig a hole to urinate inside and the primate stay or become a vegetarian? Was the bone presented only or was the bone and will to use it in a violent way given at the same time?
Was the ape inherently inclined to evil and acted out of pure will not need to murder? The question that needs to be asked is Man a flawed being through the evolution process or as GOD states man is flawed and needs to be destroyed. If GOD created man, he gave him will out of his own image. When he decided to wipe Man of the face of the earth, why did he not commit suicide, was he bound by his own rules? If you kill yourself you go to hell (he created man made in his own image, than killed Man – thus killing himself) God must be in Hell than, thus GOD is the Devil. Is he the Angel that feel out of the grace for himself, ashamed and damned to look up not down on his creation.)

Jungle Fever...inspired by N. A. saw trying to pick up at Baskin Robbins

There was a swine flu a brewin, but I caught the jungle fever. It was a hot, sweaty, skin slick day, when I went to baskin robbins, for a scoop of neopoliton ice cream, I licked the cone from top to bottom. The top layer was strawberry, the middle layer was vanilla, the bottom layer ended up being me, when I finished the cone, and the fever hit when I was not statifised with the little bit of chocalte, I went to the corner store, and founs a fudgeacal. The label said, Leroy, it was a new brand I hadn’t tried, but I thought why not, it looked good. It tasted good, it ended up with me havening the longest jungle fever I had ever had to withstand.