an invisible song

the prongs of a fork

and the spaces in between.

possibilities.

want an answer?

ask a question.

want to go somewhere?

take a step.

even if it is a baby one.

no longer need to ask 

mother may i.

it is obvious who you are going to pick

during duck duck goose.

but do not forget the spaces.

the invisible can sometimes contain so much.

and expectations can carry so much weight.

but who needs all that stress?

if we jump through the gaps in the bridge

we will land on the ladder 

going up through rather than around the circle

there is never a need to question anything

because the answer is up to you

every single time.

love the illusion to destroy the illusion.

artificial limbs 

artificial hearts

realization is a start

floating in a plastic space

choreographed and photocopied

placed in a hollow space

and forever told how it goes

the empire never ended as a wise man once said.

every birth

just another division

of the whole

as we sit in a room 

forever and ever

tricked by time

what started as a simple joke

became a disaster area

so we fell 

in order to pick up the pieces

and have been told we are wrong for doing so

as another wise man once said

it's a trap

love it because it is all you have

but also love it to escape

because it is not you

its a lot to remember

it has been a long time

but i know you and you know me

we go back a long ways

lifetimes upon lifetimes is one thing

but it goes beyond that

we carved into stone once

but we try not to think about it these days

dont keep chasing the carrot dangled in front of you

co'mon babies

we have a party to go to.

angels.

Memories alive but not remembered. Breathe.

I know it has been 26,000 years and all

It is a lot to remember

But it is coming back.

Or flooding in.

And blooming out.

Into the infinite.

Walking on a holographic tightrope.

The only place to fall is onto a trampoline.

This is wonderful if you already know.

You are free.

But do not forget the illusion still.

And you are not free until we are all free.

So keep on climbing

And keep on falling

Only to jump back up higher

But remember that there are so many others

And the gravity will not secede 

Until we are all much higher.

I am so glad to see you happy

But there may be some more falling in order to reach the others.

There may still be a lot in store.

Purify

on fire from blazing a trail

very old but completely unique

this is all being documented

the paradoxical plasmate expands

reaching further 

past the supposed boundaries

there is always something to remember

stars trading places

in spaces infinitely vast yet almost non existent

to wake 

to sleep

to do

to be

do we even know what this means.

lighting fires since birth

the woods burned down but they replaced the space with housing developments

divisions of the same mind closed off in little boxes

the walls must come down 

so shatter those mirrors to open the doors

 

1.2.3.

It wont let me until I do something.

Faster and faster and faster we go.

Nothing has EVER stopped speeding up.

We call it progress.  To what? Not sure because nothing really ever changes but the scenery.  This is the same story over and over and over and over and over.  It gets faster and faster and faster. EVERYTHING.

Even if something was given the illusion of slowing down it really just integrated itself into a newer more complicated program that appears meaningless but soon grows like a wave. Bigger and stronger than its droplets combined.

2012
think to 2002
think to 1992
1982
1972
1962


nothing has ever changed but the speed.

America always has an enemy. There is always immanent danger. The environment has been getting angrier and angrier.

Slowly we brush away the dust and the dirt of thousands of years of bullshit histories and come to see that nothing has ever changed. There has ALWAYS been a seedy underbelly.  It's purpose is to give purpose.  It's purpose is to be exposed and eradicated.  Which gives purpose to the exposers and exposed alike.  Everyone serving a purpose in the realization that the only meaning is boredom and the only purpose is to constantly forget and remember.

We march on.  Everytime the veil is pierced it lets in a little more light permanently.  The empire never ended.  The Archons live.

The Skull Defects with Daniel Higgs speak of such things.

Paths

So many paths intertwined

knotted up

along one path

the same one

the big one.

Underlying all things

.

is

One

central story.

It shoots out fractals

distorted, diluted or cut down

stories of the breaking apart and putting together.

Yet the stories all make up one story and they all end the same. 

Realization.

Take a Breathe.

It's just a waiting game now.