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[17 Feb 2005|02:41pm]
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A forest in the sky

So what awaits me is a forest in the sky. The forest of knowing is this forest. A forest of feeling is this forest. A forest of love is this forest. And everyone who lives here understands everything, not with thought, but with feeling. And everyone will live in peace with acceptance in the core of their hearts. Everyone will know, they will know the art of knowing. And the secret to life lies on the leaves on every tree. And love exists in the raindrops as they fall down to the ground and seep slowly into each magical seed. The bark on every tree will heal the troubled minds of all who live in this forest in the sky. And the branches will hold the massive weight of the love of all as a whole, in this forest in the sky…

And I shall wander within the darkened depths of my mind
But wander…I wonder, how I’ll wander?
That decision I’m afraid will be determine by the pureness of my heart
But wander…I wonder, where I’ll wander?
That decision I’m afraid will be determine by my guide’s guiding hands
But wander…I wonder, what I’ll see while I wander?
That decision I’m afraid lies in the eyes of my demons

And I shall see demons of many colors
Red, white and blue and the stars of control
Horns shall grow from the mirror
The mirror of denied truth
I shall kiss the lips of hel
And bestow an intriguing smile
And I shall return the favors
Of a thousand tormented souls
Being enslaved for hundreds of years
As nothing but a mere walkway

Without fear. Without regret I shall walk right out again
Walking tall, Walking fine
I’ll walk back into the depths of reality’s fool
And live among the blinded
And then, then I shall return to my home
I shall return to my forest of knowing…
Don't Forget Me

[14 Feb 2005|03:57pm]

mego15
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Don't Forget Me

[13 Feb 2005|09:44pm]

bardia
'before'
and 'after'

'here'
and 'there'

'now'
and 'then'

'this'
and 'that'

'you'
and 'me'

'us'
and 'them'

'cause'
and 'effect'

'eternity'

and 'time'Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

"... leaving aside for the moment our own 'selfs' ..." [13 Feb 2005|09:34pm]

bardia
If,
as Plato teaches,
'vision'
consists of 'something'
entering the eye, from 'without,'

and some other 'something'

exiting the eye, from 'within,'

how are we to
'account for'

one's
'vision'
of one's
'self'?

leaving aside the absurd
notion that we 'are'
our physical bodies,

one's 'vision,'

one's 'impression,' of one's 'self'

clearly pertains to what is often referred to as

'the mind's eye.'

the questions are:

what is 'entering' this 'eye'
from within ... anything at all?Read more...Collapse )
Don't Forget Me

Hymn for the drowning [11 Feb 2005|07:01pm]

bardia
when
Socrates,
at his 'trial,
was asked:
"Of what state are you
a citizen?,"
he replied:

"I am a citizen of the world."

he was,
as we know,
condemned,
to death,
for

"teaching disbelief in the 'gods,'" and

for

"corrupting the 'morals' of the young" --

A.K.A.,

for encouraging
people to
think --
for themselves.

such
'encouragement,'
it would seem,
is
even more sorely needed
today --
so very many
centuries
later.

we are like show-offy,
superstitious
jingoistic
children,
wielding
sophisticated
death-dealing
toys --
while the duller,
more cowardly among us,
cheer
us
brazenly on ...
... are we not?

is it any
'wonder'
"Jesus" said,
as he hung,
dying:

"Forgive them,
Father,
for they know
not
'what' they
'do'"?

'they'
do
not
still.

our
'enemy'
is never,
in reality,
"the people"
of some other
'country,'

is never
"the people"
of some other
'ism,'
or
'system,'
or
'religion.'

it
is
ever
a mere
'few' ...
in the
'higher echelons'
of same --
primarily unseen --

and unknown,
the 'salaried priests' of

our currupted
'religions,'
the corrupted
'leaders'
within,
and behind,
our much-tauted
'systems'
and
'isms' ...
... all of whom
'see'
"the masses"
as (just) so much

'grist'

for their greedy,
power-hungry,
monetarily-driven
'mills' ...

and we,
the washed,
and unwashed,
"masses,"
both near-at-hand,
and afar,
in our
childish naivette,
look up to,
and follow,
those
who
have little more honest
'regard'
for us --
-- certainly no
'feelings' of
equality --
than for a
fish
they might catch
at one of their esoteric,
'working retreats.'

Buddha
replied,
in answer to the question,

"What are you?" ...
"I am awake."


... "Is there anybody 'out there'?" (Pink Floyd)

Anyone
'awake'?

'sleepers'
become
achingly 'attached,'
to
their
'dreams.'
one 'awakens'
them
at one's own
peril.

Gandhi,
(in 1912),
referred to
"modern civilization"
as
"a great hypnotizing machine..."

... it
is
so
very
much
worse,
now.

who,
if
'I'
may be so bold as to ask,
are the
'hypnotists'?

'what,'
if
'I'
may,
are
'they'?

it
is
(almost)
an unbridgeable
'gap'
between our
'modern-day'
hypnotic
'subject's'
state of consciousness
and that
'state'
which has 'realized' (that):

"If we all knew our true business,
life would be a contest of smiles" ---

is
it
not?

leaving aside
(for the moment) the
self-proclaimed
(pseudo)
'enlightened,'
(numbers growing daily),
'happy'
'blissed-out,'
in their
fuzzy-wuzzy
cloud-cuckoo-land
nothingness,

it
is
necessary for
true Seekers
to avoid both
nihilism and,
equally contemptible,
conscious,
or unconscious,
solipsism.

'other people'
ARE
real ...
... all of them ...
no more,
no less,
then you
are ...
they,
like you,
want
'happiness,'
as H.H. the Dalai Lama
often points out;
they,
like you,
feel,
at times,
the 'burden,'
the 'suffering'
of incarnated
human existence;

they,
like you,
are mortal ...
... and do not,
like you,
know
'when';
they,
like you,
have their 'illusions' --
masquerading,
in their minds and
hearts,
as 'knowing.'

truly,
did Socrates teach (that):

'the cause of most human suffering
is "double-ignorance" -- thinking
one "knows" ... when one does not,'

hence, his other teaching (that):

'awareness of one's (fundamental, ontological)
ignorance is the beginning of wisdom.'

Teachers
are
needed,
not 'gurus,'

not 'celebrities,'

not propogandists

not 'educators,'

not 'trainers,'

not 'instructors.'

"Where
are the
Teachers?
Why do They not
show Themselves?"

Alas,
the ancient (now cliched, as much else)
'maxim'
still applies:

"When the
pupil is
'ready,'
the Teacher
WILL
appear,"
For,

That

IS

the

Law.

thus,
if you,
lonely, sore-footed pilgrim,
have yet
to 'find'
your
Teacher ...
you

are

not

yet

'ready,'
And ...

"readiness is all." ("Shakespeare")

rather than
blindly follow
"the jesters and the fools" (Bob
Dylan),
why not

"Look inward,
thou art
Buddha"?
("The Voice Of The Silence," H.P. Blavatsky)

... for,
'out there' ---
--- truly ---
"nothing
is
'what'
it
seems,
or appears,
to
'be.'"

your
'alarm'
is
going-off --
don't you
'hear'
IT?

the
first
'awakening'
may be a bit 'rude,'
but,
if
you
can
"stay
'with it,'"
the now
dull
horizon will,
gradually,
open ...
"unto the span of
all three worlds."
(ibid.)

wishing
you
"all the very best,"

018

5:48 p.m. = 17 = 8 + 6 = 14 = 5 + "H.T." = 8.


P.S.:

NOT
"God bless the U.S.A.,"

NOT
"Allah bless the Moslem 'Freedom Fighters,'"

NO.

rather ---
"in so far as
there
are any
'blessings,'
may
they
fall
upon
ALL of
US ...
... for peace."

(have you not heard of HUMANITY,
as a whole?)
Don't Forget Me

Summer Safari [01 Feb 2005|12:08am]

bardia
African desert desolate,
liberated from the expanse openness,
hellacious sun detrimental to my icy aureole,
come to me wild lunatic monkeys,
elevate me to your heights giraffe,
teach me your animalistic Mystery’s lion,
endless nothingness contrary to the excess pollution of usual space,
walking about shoeless free and connected,
to my inner essence,
to the perennial spirit,
to my hallucinated roots,
in Africa manifested Zen madness of present moment,
free forevermore where I wish we could meet on the astral plane,
but for now I’m with you in the dry solipsism of my minds mental phenomena.
Don't Forget Me

Revelation [19 Jan 2005|12:55am]

bardia
Cigarette lit lighting the night with its hypnotic flare,
light ends left with impermanence,
this impermanence illuminates the nature of ancient imperfection,
the primordial impermanence rings eternally in mind,
emptiness and abyss stare back in the Voidness of black,
and I’m left shaken,
contemplating on death,
the truth remains the same,
my life forever changed by this affirmation of ephemerality.
Don't Forget Me

Shapoor [16 Jan 2005|11:42pm]

bardia
Raining, Raining, Raining till tomorrow,
flooding the emblem of my aureole,
falling, falling, falling down again,
I don’t believe in anything but me,
everything is everything speaks the smoke to its Muse,
curb your enthusiasm and up your cynicism,
love isn’t logical,
the desperation of the phantom which disperses his idiosyncrasies upon me
burns, burns, burns my inner inspiration.
Who is the phantom but the shadow of I?
Searching for perfection I find the corrosion of I,
awoken when I understood human life is imperfection,
but still I keep on dreaming in search for the impossible.
1 ~*~ Helped me fly | Don't Forget Me

Winter Solstice Solitude [14 Jan 2005|11:34am]

bardia
Winter Solstice Solitude
Life’s greatest wisdom is fortitude,
but raindrops gnaw at the insides of my brain,
freeze freeze freezing my mind,
rain drops and pain rises,
black cold commences and all hope disassociates into the cosmic astronomical black hole.
How do I escape the suffocation of the winter cold?
True solitude is isolation,
real isolation is suffocation,
absolute suffocation leads to alienation,
and alienation is the essence of Me.
Don't Forget Me

Actors Aren’t Activists [12 Jan 2005|11:54pm]

bardia
Me I’m no actor I’m an activist,
Self-destructive mental malfunctioning machine.
But yet I still subsist, but why?
Am I coward or fool- or both?
Sometimes I wonder what a revolvers bullet bursting propelled through my arm would feel like,
sometimes I see colors, shapes, things that aren’t there,
my precious memory has been had,
my inner demon speaks to me in my dreams,
but I always forget.
I try to dust off my anxiety’s but they’re rooted deep,
someone once shouted “You Must Change Yourself,”
lethargic conditioning disrupts this frequency,
every word that comes out my mouth sounds like poetry to me,
exhilarated by my mouths energetic motor,
loving words and sounds,
I guess then loving life,
but always in vain.
Don't Forget Me

Roach Motel Blues [12 Jan 2005|12:35am]

bardia
Ten thousand sinister roaches summoned,
to better acquaint myself with life’s bitter realities,
the filth, the horror, the midnight melancholy,
misplaced affection misdirected at the abyss.
To what may I ask is my venting outlet?
To where do the ancient imperfections hide?
Penetrating every dimension of my ocean of insanity,
turbulence echoes itself in blue eternity,
I cried when my lizard died, so young, so pure.
Tears of azure tender cleanliness crystallized beneath my eyes.
What witch has cursed me?
Who has cast me unfortunate?
What red eyed and slime blooded ghoul stalks me?
Reveal yourself!
Cast your stones!
Whether roach, cricket, ant, or man,
all are worth a bug- to be stepped on.
Don't Forget Me

The Lonesome Bard [11 Jan 2005|09:36am]

bardia
O rage, O nausea, O suffering.
Forsaken me have you?
Contributing to my unholy end,
I once saw such plastic realities. I shunned it.
I showed it my Evil eye.
Alas, when will these winters of hell end,
I wish to separate myself from Myself,
The utter impossibility of such a task tortures me endlessly.
O scandal, O pain, O hate,
relieve me from your monstrous grasp,
set me free to fly in feelings unfelt,
the reassurance of others is unsettling,
“Those who suffer most become most beautiful.”
Such infinitely absurd wisdom.
Such lies, such folly!
Always plagued by doubts,
doubt is my enemy and greatest sin.
Don't Forget Me

Mental masturbation [10 Jan 2005|06:03pm]

bardia
The provincial find refuge in the aura of the sophisticated,
always replicating actions never following the beat of their own vision,
never let someone distort your vision,
I have my way and you have yours,
have you seen the path to the devils rose,
everywhere it can be found,
in all and none,
in you my friend in mother and son,
in tall and large in the damned and blessed,
unfortunate is the man who has seen incest,
the devils rose withered infested by the holly hyena,
and I must stop typing cause my keyboard is drenched in Semen.
Don't Forget Me

Real eyes [09 Jan 2005|10:17pm]

bardia
Acid eyes seeing desolate dreary dissonance,
immeasurable intensity bubbling off the outer plane of my hidden heart,
contributing to the purple plasticity of the human drama,
every word cautiously reveals an archaic hidden harmony,
in this harmony lay vast heavens of clairvoyant clarity,
my ring holds secrets of otherworldliness,
unifying the duality of consciousness,
a symbol of irrational imagery,
you are most you when I see you hate,
your inner witch sprawls out identifying with itself in drunken rage,
open me up to only find out that there is no I,
who are you the observer or the observed?
Ask yourself that question three times over,
then once the transcendence of revelation goes black,
realize that you never saw with your real eyes.
Don't Forget Me

The insight of the Ancients [08 Jan 2005|11:33pm]

bardia
Spontaneous infiltration of my core capacities always leading back to annihilation,
death, destruction, and the eternal reconstruction of all events,
if only I could fly beyond time,
to speed in the splendor of colors rapped up in each other,
to move beyond language to see with pure perception,
seeing everything everywhere interconnected,
sympathy for all sentient beings liberates you of your own hatred for yourself,
if only we could learn to be a friend to ourselves,
then we would be friends to all humanity,
you cant cry when you encounter the mediocre masses,
do not be odious but ridiculous,
emulate Democritus rather than Heraclitus,
Heraclitus wept whenever he went out in public,
Democritus laughed,
one looked at all our behavior with pity the other just thought it silly.
1 ~*~ Helped me fly | Don't Forget Me

Do I affirm your life? [07 Jan 2005|11:42am]

bardia
Your so called stark reality is starting to sound strident,
why not get lost in contemplation of the unconscious unreality,
lucid dreaming searching for the key in the maze of my grey matter,
my friends tell me they have to be “mentally ready” for me,
the speed of my brain bombards them and brain cant process,
this probably explains why I crash every other week,
my brain hasn’t learned how to calm down its own thoughts,
better to think a lot then not think at all,
better to speak my music then create a reflection of it,
better to hear you and see you as you don’t want to be seen but are,
there I go again,
always getting lost in my own intellectual elitism,
every word is a conviction,
but I question,
I do not have the power of truth,
I have the power of forgiveness,
Nietzsche said convictions are a very popular error,
that Germanic god and beast said attack your convictions,
he just relayed ancient Socratic known knowledge,
what is there left to fight for but the long lost gift of genius,
me I want a reason to wake up at 5:30 a.m.,
me I sleep in half past twelve,
me I even nullify my life twice taking naps at noon,
inspire me someone,
no not with your deceitful good looks and ever changing charm,
inspire me by showing me that I exist,
inspire me by getting the music that is me.
Don't Forget Me

The herb speaks! [06 Jan 2005|04:48pm]

bardia
The complexity of life overwhelms me by its chaotic vagueness,
overloading my already confused conscious,
adding fuel to the fire of the depths of my own person hell,
my inner devil,
but just earlier today I touched the heights of spirituality,
"A Love Supreme" danced my spirit and elevated my soul,
fortune shined upon me a desperately long awaited peak experience,
I felt the height feeling of spiritual ecstatic rapture,
you heavenly and otherworldly sound that is playing at the gates of heaven,
you helped me tap my spiritual source,
and I thank you.
Don't Forget Me

Will you be my oxygen mask? [05 Jan 2005|07:27pm]

bardia
Where have the minds of my generation gone,
why have they ceased to be,
have the mysteries of the universe vanished,
is all absolute,
has science taken the place of imagination,
has creativity been violently raped from our intellects,
whatever happened to intellectual curiosity and integrity,
who am I to cultivate the life of the mind with when my hole generation rejects the mind?
Ginsberg and Kerouac would be turning in their graves,
life’s labors lost oh what have we learned from our forefathers,
nothing,
we are drenched drowning in a sea of confusion,
I do not apologize for my generations turning-off,
their lack of worth deserves no apologetic manifesto,
what reality have all the philosophers and artists penetrated,
I want to go there,
hey you yeah you turn off your TV,
turn of your music,
turn off all your distractions and destroy your conditioned escapist behavior,
but above all turn back on your mind,
and join me in the inner revolution I am initiating,
so when one day we shall meet you will have something to give me and I you,
let us cultivate each other and grow and develop in our relationships,
let our relationships move beyond mere entertainment and move on into the realm of the sacred,
I demand you yeah you again you thought you could escape my wrath,
I demand you to learn something so that we can inspire and motivate each other,
are else how will we ever know the ecstasies of the highest friendship the highest love?
Don't Forget Me

Paolo [05 Jan 2005|01:46am]

bardia
I close my eyes to only realize that I'm awake from my dream,
from what stars have we fallen to meet each other here?
no longer sleep walking through waking life,
awaken from my modern day trance to view a vision of loveliness,
Paolo explosive inevitable,
those endless enigmatic abysmal emerald green eyes,
beauty personified,
eternal Amazonian dazzling black hair,
that exotic goddess look materialized,
Aphrodite rare resemblance,
the doors of perception would have to be cleansed so that Mind at Large
could be used to see you as you truly are: Infinite,
Paolo the flower of life,
to be put under your spell is to experience ecstasy,
chance encounter glancing at you beamy eyelids over in dark dismay,
your Dionysian essence equals the exact representation of elegant allure,
blown away by your naked pure appearance,
thank god that sacred Costa Rica for your existence,
modern day walking artistic absolute form of eternal perfection,
to view you is the process of moving from the darkness of the cave
into the light.
Don't Forget Me

[04 Jan 2005|04:49pm]

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