Missing my community, friends, & family <3
RIP Sinead O’Connor 💗🕊️
“Until… Child abuse
Subhuman bondage
has been toppled
Utterly destroyed
Everywhere is war”
Dark bullet
Darkest dance
U were here
Then U weren’t
It felt like a blink
and lingered on in
- Memoria -
unrefined
Trauma
Raw salt
of the dirt
Stigma(ta), 24/7
then…
- Automata -
Nightmares
Flashbacks
Sleeplessness
Cogs to Fog
Mourning tears
Anniversaries
passed away
Nearest and Dearest
1/2 safe, 1/4 safe
then not at all
Promises made
for a better
tomorrow
.declined.
Grief
Stricken
is (a) (the) world
that spins on
Hope
- Tipping point -
in
the
Burden
of dust
…i held on…
for as long as i could
the death mask visited
It spilled out from a hidden wound
It swallowed my purpose
It smothered my vitality
The meaning of “time”
became a
Virus
Trauma
Stress
Vulnerability
Circumstance
Anti-Volition
Worn down
Distress: Psychological, Physical, Emotional
Disillusion
Hopelessness
Entrapped
(- )Escape (+)
Liberation
Freedom
Stillness
Nothingness
Emptiness
Oneness
Wholeness
Oblivion
Peace
June 27/23
…Yama
Liminal space
i have known despair…
in the hum of samsara’s vowels
Echos of a weary rattle snake
Songs of a headless bird
…aAaeEeiIioOouUu…
i sense hematite swaying to and fro
A crossroads to the winged pendulum
The Boulder falls into its trench
“Altered beast” trudges alone
Today, it begins again
…Yama…
Liminal space
i have known despair…
in the hum of samsara’s vowels
Echos of a weary rattle snake
Songs of a headless bird
…aAaeEeiIioOouUu…
i sense hematite swaying to and fro
A crossroads to the winged pendulum
The Boulder falls into its trench
“Altered beast” trudges alone
Today, it begins again
…Yama…
Liminal space
i have known despair…
in the hum of samsara’s vowels
Echos of a weary rattle snake
Songs of a headless bird
…aAaeEeiIioOouUu…
i sense hematite swaying to and fro
A crossroads to the winged pendulum
The Boulder falls into its trench
“Altered beast” trudges alone
Today, it begins again
Yama…
March 15/23
The perceiver, the outer viewer, & the inner seer. Life & death. Heads and tails. Dichotomies (as well as the same). The coin with its infinite dimensions, is “perceived” as one dimension from the perceiver. On one side, there’s heads. On the other, there’s tails. The coin is “perceived” as a sliver when heads and tails appear parallel on each side. When the perceiver looks directly at the coin, all sides of the coin cannot be seen at once in its entirety. If the perceiver is too close and not aware that the “perceived” is a coin, the perceiver draws from “memoria” and creates assumptions of what it might or might not be. If the perceiver is too far ahead, staring past the vanishing point, the perceiver cannot see the coin. This instills uncertainty (fear). With inquiry, the perceiver becomes the outer viewer (the witness) and acknowledges the coin as an entity that can be manipulated in three dimensions. If the coin is tossed into the air, parts of each side can be glanced at for moments at a time. With further inquiry, the outer viewer holds “memoria” in which the sliver side of the coin can also be acknowledged as the center of heads and as the center of tails. The outer viewer becomes aware that if the coin is spun quickly (like a ball on its axis), it appears as a sphere and fuller than it really is. The outer viewer becomes the inner seer as the coin is held in awareness in its moving state. The inner seer holds awareness that the self and the coin are dichotomies and of the same. The inner seer holds awareness that culture forms a breath of connection but does not exist in wholeness but as separate selves for as long as “memoria” is perceived, manifested, and held as wanton emotion. In solitude, the inner seer holds attention to sensing, stillness of emotion, and accepts “memoria” as it is. Without acceptance, the host implodes. It does not exist in wholeness. In solitude and in culture, the perceiver, the outer viewer, the inner seer, and the coin are dichotomies, as well as the same, with separate sides, made from the same material. Forward and back. Temporary and infinite… An illusion.
Aug 18/22
On borrowed time, my shadow corpse clings heavily into concrete nooks of pavement, and then morphs into bouncy cats. It stops and reappears. vanishes… and reappears. It’s normal now… Deterioration… This sound held down by a knee on the throat… Vishuddha… i’m a burden. so stupid and worthless. Becoming crickety… growing more impatient…. so tired. More ugly… more grotesque…over a human-constructed timeline. Patterns don’t lie. An appearance (illusion) of substance and concrete (real) when the collective consciousness “ascribes” and agrees that this belief is cannon. God, are you shoveled into a Sisyphus-like gutter (figuratively)? Is this a reflection in ur image? Human fleshy bagel with holes. 99 point something % chimpanzee... Sustentante (meds) in/feces out. Is there a semblance of rationality? Pinch ur cigarette fingers or be killed. Filthy. Lungs in/Lungs out. 2 pots of coffee. Why not end it all? Can’t make sense of these things. i’m stOOO(Out Of Office)pid… i hate myself. Chop off my brain. Cut out my heart. Grief-stricken in waves 🌊... Piercing senses into chronic tinnitus… crickety bones… expired sinew and muscle… Evisceral hanging fat… open wounds (not healing) slathered in steroids… human bloody misery… screamy and shrilly… Coping: A temporary cessation of minor discomfort into a build-up of constructed, static, fleeting “happiness”. Management of tears and snot. Tired. Anti-climactic. Banal sentient being. A blip in billions of galaxies… Not even close… Nested egg in silence. Running down a sliver. slighting through the foliage. Silent light surrendered. Drowning fowl in river. On and through and under. Brightest day delivered. Soil as eyes for quivers. Most alone with people. Most at home asleep…please Kill me… No peace to sleep.. 988… 741741… my vértigo head hurts… so pukey. It’s spinning 😵💫 won’t stop. Meow… the shadows reappear… Kill me… i miss u so much but Ur dead… can’t hug U in this lifetime. Kill me… Can’t take things back…. Helpless memories… no future memories… makes me wanna die. RIP but there’s no piece … it’s too late. (AAA) (triple A) Avolition… Anhedonia… Alogia… A river of red wine empties into the bottomless debt… cut to HYPERDRIVE… Getting things done while dying… Who will care for the cats? i’m sorry XaXa. i’m sorry Kali. I’m sorry Sassy (the fish). Living Will… Donate organs… DNR… junky distractions… Loss of vitality. Must push forward… Please let me go… Snaky hair, severed floaty head, glistening behind a smiley masque... Someone’s at the door:
Knock… Knock. Whose there? How are “u”? I’m good ☺️ How are “U”? Same. 🤭🤞Namaste.
Shimmering hopelessness. Chronos to Kairos. Cellular death.
🃏
December 5/22
Flotsam and Jetsam. Where’s the joy from the smoke of a cigarette? When the paper disintegrates into ash, the taste of despair on parted lips is left to bare. The ghost’s journey begins from the shipwreck’s stern, travels along the starboard’s horizon, and out from the glowing, mandarin bowsprit. As muted steam, It imprints a record that yellows my nails (a peace sign of the middle and ring finger). It mimics a mudra played daily with a gesture solely from the middle finger. Fuck you! This slow burn endures on the derelict’s visage and veers on to the lifeless bathroom floor.
My matted hair, unwashed for days, splays against the porcelain throne. It’s bowl, an inverse crystal ball, looks into my mind’s eye (piss, shit, blood, and tears stain the well of its inner root sheath). Salvage from the SS Parliament floats sparingly on the surface of the lake under the sea under the ocean. Lagan, in a heart-shaped cocoon lingers below 7 miles of trench. Blip. Blip. Blip. Smell of a matchstick struck twice. Drip. Drip. Drip. Kraken the whip on these gashes thrice.
Inside the window, time stands still. A glaze of derealization washes over my eyes. i look down and see open wounds that don’t heal. Excoriation. Subduction. Face unflinched. Cauterized. No oxygen. Not a single blink. The hull’s corrosive implosion doesn’t hurt. Where are the angels with their gilded trumpets? i look up into the light, begging for transfiguration. Mercy does not shine in the Hadal zone. There is no treasure. There is no charity. There is survival. Gnawing. Uncertainty. Agony. Decomposition. Contradiction. Separation. God’s illuminated portrait. Eat and be eaten.
Outside the window, sounds of Sirens fade in and out in the distance. The bustling leaves of autumn rattle from the wind. Hammering and construction is under way. Something’s being built or torn down. The bees are pollinating. The birds are chirping and the breeze is breezing. Children are giggling. Joyful sensations. Somewhere, it’s a beautiful day, today.
November 9/22
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This vessel had been shattered in slow motion and over a lifespan. Grief glued together in increments made of hope. It looks like a vase, but it is still rubble. The cracks are visible. Majestic cogs are missing. Irreplaceable. Water is added every day. By moonrise, gravity empties its bowels.
Sometimes flowers are placed into the vase to give it a semblance of life. Sometimes a Rose. Sometimes a Lily. But mostly whatever was thought to be beautiful at a given moment. U loved all flowers!
By the 1st day, bloom is at its kindest. Radiance emanates from the crown. Sahasrara! The bottom of the stem is hidden. No one is allowed to see it.
By the last day, the flower succumbs to time… Brittle and slumped over. A halo hovers above its mortal shell. U are free!
Every gracing year, my tears accumulate and detach. i cannot allow myself to swallow the petals once worn as a sigil of comfort… Sun of joy. (M)oon (O)f (M)issing.
i used to hate flowers and now i love them. In memory of U, i must let go.
<3<3<3
“I hope the exit is joyful — and I hope never to return” — Frida Kahlo
Letting you go
I love U and miss U, Mom 💗💐🕯🔥
Thank you for your love
when i was falling in a seizure of pain
(when my mind was broken to 1000 pieces)
i am the enemy of the earth
i don’t know how to stop giving birth
i keep on taking more than i gotta give
it’s gonna break me because i want to live
RIP - Rest in Heaven, Q Lazzarus
Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly
the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens
“Heaven” - Talking Heads
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The lake
Virginia Wolf
Aug 1 - 12:19pm
i was petting Kali… admiring the slits of his yellow eyes. He looked at my ugly face and licked my right cheek.
Don’t know why, but my eyes began to sweat. He looked at me and that was it.
—
Aug 2… 9:58am
i don’t want to live in this world.
Humanity is (NOT) real. Is plastic real? Yes? No? There are no natural answers. Samsara recycles over and over as laundry (going in circles) in the same dirty bucket… week after week after week after week… There’s no solutions, except if “reset” was an option. 😵💫 Earth’s virus (Us; the equivalent to a conscious cockroach) propagating towards an inevitable combustion 🤯…
Via:
A…
Apathy…
Boredom
Consumption
Destruction
Distraction
…
Maintenance
Make-believe
…
Zed
i don’t want to live anymore.
Please… let me go! i need your blessing or i can’t go (without guilt and shame).
…So it snowballs until one day it will stop.
“Cat headed blengiglomenean is” - Henry Darger
- Edgar Allan Poe
- Aleksandra Waliszewska
another world - Anohni
will there be peace?
i need another world
This one’s nearly gone
Surviving Suicide
Willing to die
On Death and Detachment
End what the mind has collected
To Love Somebody - Nina Simone
forgiveness
Show me forgiveness
For having lost faith in myself
And let my own interior up
To inferior forces
The shame is endless
But if soon start forgiveness
The girl might live
RIP Thich Nhat Hanh
Luv u Mom and Dad. Happy holidays in heaven 💗🦋🕊
Voy a perder el miedo a perder
I'm going to lose the fear, the fear of losing.
I'm going to learn, little by little, to be who I want to be.
I will be right, to defend my opinion,
if I think that's what to do.
I'm going to do things well, have courage at last.
I'm going to doubt everything, everything I know.
I'm going to start from scratch without setting any end.
I'm going to go up without stopping, I'm going to fall again,
I might even get up again.
I'm going to do everything wrong and no, and not continue like this.
I'm going to start
to lose the fear of losing
if you leave here
If you leave I'm going to start
to lose the fear of losing,
if you leave here
I'm going to kill time to not get past today.
I'm going to win heaven, even though I no longer believe in God.
And I can't stand the inertia that makes me spin
constantly around the Sun.
I'm going to question gravity if it doesn't, if it doesn't bring me closer to you.
Watch me fly, watch me dream
watch me touch the fire with my fingers.
Watch me fly, watch me dream
Watch me lose my fear
Voy a perder el miedo,
El miedo a perder.
Voy a aprender, poco a poco,
A ser quien quiero ser.
Voy a tener la razón, a defender mi opinión,
Si creo que eso es lo que hay que hacer.
Voy a hacer las cosas bien,
Tener valor, por fin.
Voy a dudar de todo,
De todo lo que sé.
Voy a empezar de cero
Sin fijar ningún final.
Voy a subir sin parar, voy a volver a caer,
Puede que incluso me levante otra vez.
Voy a hacerlo todo mal
Y no, y no seguir así.
Voy a empezar
A perder el miedo a perder
Si tú te vas de aquí.
Si tú te vas voy a empezar
A perder el miedo a perder,
Si tú te vas de aquí.
Voy a matar el tiempo
Para no pasar de hoy.
Voy a ganar el cielo
Aunque ya no creo en Dios.
Y no soporto la inercia que me hace girar
Constantemente alrededor del Sol.
Voy a cuestionar la gravedad
Si no, si no me acerca a ti.
Voy a empezar
A perder el miedo a perder,
Si no te vas de aquí.
Si no te vas voy a empezar
A perder el miedo a perder,
Si no te vas de aquí.
Mírame volar, mírame soñar,
Mírame tocar el fuego con los dedos.
Mírame volar, mírame soñar,
Mírame perder el miedo.
🦋 won’t be blue always 🦋
Trouble in mind, i'm blue
But i won't be blue always,
'cause the sun's gonna shine
my backdoor some day
☀️
Trouble in mind, it’s true
I have almost lost my mind
Never had so much trouble in my life before
🛤
I’m gonna lay my head
on some lonesome railroad line
Let the 2:19 train ease my troubled mind
🌌
i’m all alone at midnight
And my lamp is burning low
Ain't never had so much
Trouble in my life before
Trouble in mind, that's true
i have almost lost my mind
Life ain't worth living
Sometimes i feel like dying
Going down to the river
Gonna take my old rocking chair
And if the blues don't leave me
i’ll rock away from there
🪑🧶🪡