Sleepy Springtime (Poem)

Wake and rise before the dawn.
Wake to find your mind is gone.
Off to where, I ought not say.
A lifeless stare. You walk away.

Descend the stairs, and out the door.
Up the street, you pass the store.
Take a right for no real reason.
Spring decor, Oh blessed season.

Two black cats that patter by.
The latter having just one eye.
It stops to look, and lifts its gaze.
With one eye shut, it meows your way.
Locking eyes,you pass and wave.

You wander to the edge of town.
Till not a house in sight is found.
Pleased at no one else around.
Finding shade beneath an oak
You float toward the grassy ground

Nowhere that you have to be,
You burn the day beneath the tree.
The smell of spring so sweetly lies.
You daydream until dusk arrives.

With weary eyes you traipse on home.
How nice it feels to be alone.

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A mess (poem)

The shining path that falls apart.
The sting o’ hundred poison darts.
Feeling like we ought to laugh.
As we fire off the staff.
Left to write in broken thoughts
Haunted by the lies we bought.
Kept afloat by hooks and strings
and hope for what the future brings.

Although we walk with heads face down
Our minds are always with the clouds.
So Fear we not the light of day
Fear we not the dark and strange.
Hear we not the staggered cries
Hear we not the whispered lies.
Hear we may with open eyes.
Hear the shifting slow surprise.

As death hath stared us face to face
We quickly find our proper place.
A world that spins and spins again.
It spins and dances without end.
Just as that we aim to be.
In cycles of eternity.
Without reason to stand still
We dance away our debts and bills.
Shaking off our worldly ties
Transcending toward our final lives.

Slowly walking down the street.
With no idea of who we’ll meet.
Still you’ve felt this all before.
Soon to learn what stakes are for.
Be careful when you call the bluff.
For one wrong move may be enough.

Cure (poem)

Darkness draining from your bones.
Left to drip and dry alone.
Brand new life breathed into thee
Slowly thy began to see.
A hundred years of wounds and scars
All shut before the shining stars.

A trembled shift unto your knees.
Almost dropped by a passing breeze.
On shaking feet you try to stand,
and fall but catch the ground in hand.
Till at once we lift you up.
With unseen hands you’ll learn to trust.
A flash of light beams from the sky
With messages that flood the eyes.
Suddenly your not so cold.
No longer feeling wretched and old.
Cracked old skin feels new and smooth.
No longer does it hurt to move.

The energy that courses through
Hath been cleansed, again renewed.
You shed your chains and than your locks
Traded pains for spirit drops.

So if your heart is filled with hate
Take control of your own fate,
So long as your soul survives
The mind can always be revived.
Before your spirit turns to gray
Become the cure you need today.

Tragedy (poem)

Take my hand and follow me,
We’ll show you what you need to see.
A forest coated deep in ash,
A plane that’s just about to crash.
A man who hides his wedding ring
To fool some drunken pretty thing.

A plague that travels coast to coast.
A lonely soul who’s feared by most.
One who fails to understand,
The feelings of his fellow man.
He who rises just to kill.
A teenage mom strung out on pills.

A baby born into withdrawal
The stillborn never lived at all.
Mother of whom took her life
A husband grieving for his wife.
Like romeo and Juliet.
He puts the barrel to his head.

A list of things we hate to be
Yet everywhere we look you see.
The world is not a happy place,
and rarely are we ever safe.

While their hearts grow cold and bare,
The best of us begin to care.
But caring changes not a thing
No matter what the words you sing.
But maybe if you change yourself
Than you could impact something else.

The ritual (poem)

Where emerald pillars once had stood,
The ground began to crack.
Amidst the masses, clothed in hoods
The closest stumbled back.
The air grew sour, thick and dry.
Many would cower, the crowd grew shy.

In the crack was dropped a seed.
And one by one they lined to bleed.
With onyx knives they tore the skin.
Till every member had given in.
Their sacrifice of running life.
That each had spilled.
To seal the night.

Than out the cracks began to grow,
A darkened plant was rising slow.
Soon it towered over we.
It’s flowers start to bloom and bleed.
At first the crowd began to cheer.
But excitement soon was blurred by fear.
The closest to the plant had dropped.
The bulb upon the plant had popped.
Revealing tendrils, fire and teeth.
Upon our men the beast did feast.

Back into the ground it curled.
We hoped that it had left our world.
The few of us who made it out.
Had never spoke of or about.
The cult who had so instantly
Been killed off by the demon seed.

Writer’s Block

To our followers, the recent lack of content is no secret.  Going from multiple uploads  a week to hardly ever. This could easily be written off as laziness but in truth I am at a loss for new ideas.

Not that my creative process has halted completely. Though less often, I’ve still been drawing, working on music and developing some longer term ideas and projects. However I’m facing a severe lack of inspiration for articles,lyrics and poetry.

In hindsight this may not be a bad thing for two reasons.

  1. It invokes a lot of reflection on my writing style, skills and creative process.
  2. It’s forcing me to look to new sources of inspiration across all fronts. I’ve been reading way more, and seeking out new artists, musicians and creators to draw from.

Hopefully either a new wave of ideas come soon, or I reach a stage in one of my longer term projects where I can release something. Until than I apologize for the silence, and thank you to everyone who stayed following/subscribed despite the recent lack of uploads. You guys rock!

My perspective on God

Religion and god are quite polarizing topics in today’s world, and in many settings taboo even to mention. However since we at The Greatest Never love controversial and taboo subjects we’re going to talk about it.

For the first 17 or so years of my life, I maintained a materialist and agnostic view of the world. This however would fail to carry over into adulthood as my belief in god, or the universe quickly became a central part of my existence.

I do not follow any specific religion, though if I did it would probably have to be Hinduism. My beliefs have however been influenced by a number of other religious systems as well, most notably Christianity, Islam, and Occultism.

So when did I become a believer? Well it didn’t happen over night that’s for sure. I started to question my beliefs (or lack thereof) during my first semester at the University at SUNY Plattsburgh.

The first friend I made on campus was at the time a devout Muslim. I had never met a Muslim before, but as a fairly open minded person I became very curious and interested in his beliefs. I admired his dedication to what he believed in, and the many convictions he took upon himself as a result. This ignited an interest in religion that I never really had before. Up until that point everything I believed was oriented around politics and sociology, but he began to open me up to a world beyond the material. I still love politics but my spiritual beliefs have changed the ways I view it.

I asked him how he found Islam,  he explained that he had explored every major religion and that this was the only one that had made sense to him. I admired this as well, and have done similar things with political theories. I had immense respect for the fact that he didn’t just allow himself to be spoon fed the first religion he came across, taking time to explore, compare, and analyze all of the options at hand.

We would debate constantly, but the more we put our ideas against each other the more I began to realize that in many respects he was right. I don’t totally agree with the principals of Islam. As an egalitarian the way they treat women doesn’t sit right with me. As someone with many friends in the LGBT community I found myself unable to take any stance that looks down upon them.

This caused me to gravitate towards Hinduism, I felt it was more egalitarian in it’s propositions, as it has both male and female images of god, and while I’m sure it isn’t encouraged, I never found anything saying that homosexuals should be punished or shunned in my time studying the Vedas.

In fact I hardly found any rules at all aside from remaining faithful to the divine and treating the world around you in the same manner that you would like the world to treat you. From then on I found myself becoming deeply entrenched in religious thought. As an anarchist my beliefs had previously been “No gods, no masters” However this quickly shifted to: God is the only master. Ironically I found this to pair great with anarchism, because it rejects all authority besides the will of god.

So what kind of god do I believe in? One that is Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Benevolent, Androgynous and mysterious. I believe that god has a plethora of forms, however they are all just different manifestations of the same god. I also believe god can speak through any person at any given time as well as will Itself into peoples art, writing, music etc, in order to indirectly communicate with the material world. I believe the divine to not only be stranger than we imagine, but stranger than we CAN imagine.

I also believe in reincarnation, however with a weird twist. I believe we are continuously reincarnated up to a certain point. I believe with each reincarnation we get closer and closer to our eternal existence. This eternal existence is one of our own creation. I believe people who create fictional worlds such as J.R.R Tolkien’s Middle earth used in the lord of the rings series, are at the last stage of their reincarnation cycle and that they will go on to inhabit and rule over their fictional worlds when they pass.

I believe in Carl Jung’s collective unconscious, meaning that we all stem from one interconnected soul. I believe in Individuality as well in the form of spirits. While we all share one interconnected soul, many have individual spirits which guide and influence our decisions regardless of if we know of it’s existence.

Karma is also a central part of my belief, I believe any deed good or bad will reap an equal consequence. Though through prayer, humility, meditation, introspection, kindness, hard work and charity, one may be liberated from the clutches of karma.

On Dreams, Time, and Spiritualism

How the lands of our dreams seem so inexplicably different. Lacking in any direction to their arrival. One cannot traipse east or westward into a dream. It requires ones conscious to relocate itself following a path which we cannot even conceive of.

Are you familiar with the term ‘breaking the fourth wall’? In a way our dreams are in fact breaking the fifth wall. For those who aren’t vivid dreamers, I suppose it can feel  lot like time travel.

This phenomena gave me the first impressions of the subjectivity of time. Time is quite a curious thing as well. Time is both objective and subjective. When you watch the clock, or leave an X on your calendar; Time is acting objectively, It can be quantified and measured.

In the same breath, Time has a peculiar ability to bend itself around you. When one is focused on work, lost in a great book, out partying, or doing whatever, notice the time passes faster.

Even being a vivid dreamer I’ve had my fair share of blank nights, where the dreams never seemed to surface, or I failed to remember them, but time passes at a faster rate from your perspective.

This is because time is funny. Time is treated as a commodity. People sell their time to organizations, churches, or companies for some form of spiritual, monetary, power, or social gain. We all know people are hungry for these things, but we restrict access by requiring one to ascend the competence hierarchy and reap the fruits of their training.

For those who don’t know what they want to do with their time, this is a great option. But if one has passion, drive, an commitment towards their verb of choice, You may be better off not selling your time and ultimately working for yourself.

My philosophy is that I work, act, and live on behalf of both myself, and the universe or god. In  a sense I see the universe as a duality of god and nature. I believe the idea of god to be associated with order, purity, and Logic. Nature on the other hand I believe is associated with karma, emotion and chaos.

I see both as being equally important, essentially relying on each other whilst at the same time contradicting each other. This Hearkens back to the age old saying: Opposites attract. A paradigm I see as being essential to the universe.

The viewpoint is difficult to explain entirely, I intend to write an entire book about the way I see the world. I’ve spent a lot, perhaps too much, time stuck on this line of inquiry. Between my study of the Vedas, The Quran, The Bible, As well as the work of Carl Jung, Dostoevsky, and many different occultist texts. This combination has lead to quite a bit of psychological and spiritual Inquiry. During which I’ll admit, I nearly went insane trying to reconcile all the paradigms I had picked up from each Ideology.

I tend to see faith as more of a personal thing. Each religion, Doctrine and Holy text are vessels which can lead one closer to individuation, as well as make positive impacts on ones morality, quality of life, and understanding of life. I do not believe however that they are necessary nor sufficient in of themselves. The experience is personal, and transcends the practice of all organize religion.

When you enter a church, you do not find god. The Priest may point you in the right direction but unfortunately most people tunnel vision and Idolize the priest, rather than turning and moving towards the enlightenment which he was trying to point to.

I suppose my take on religion has been heavily influenced by my love affair with Anarchism. This lead to a sort of DIY Religion. Unfortunately, this is how cults tend to start. Thankfully we established ourselves as an Art and Literature Collective. Therefore no obscene rules will be allowed to form, no drinking of the special kool-aid.

The Vision consists of a collective of writers, inventors, artists, musicians and the like, and we spend our time creating and bringing new ideas to life. Almost like a record label except we won’t be taking 80% of any potential monetary gain.

Well that’s my rant for this evening, I hope whoever reading got something out of this. I don’t usually write about these kind of topics, but that seems to be the direction my heart is leading me this particular evening.

I wish you all a Good Day, and once again thank you for your viewership and appreciation, we love it and It’s amazing to see people from so many different countries visiting my site. At one point I had more readers from India than I did the US!

If you want a penny for your thoughts, leave your opinion in the comments section and create the opportunity to learn from each-other.

 

What is Thorn? and why you should donate!

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What is thorn?

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While we wont be able to put an end to child sex trafficking overnight, even small amounts of progress has the potential to save the lives of children, spare them from a life of abuse and exploitation, and hold the incomprehensibly evil men who undertake such distributions accountable.

Even if you aren’t in a position to donate, we still urge you to check out their website to learn more about the organization and their project, and to share information about their mission in passing and on social media.

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