Buzz word your paradigm.

In your life you see a truth, you pursue that truth, you need the world to see this truth because it has changed you, and the world’s lack of interest changes you back. We are unimpressed and uninspired by your revelations. Come back to us when it will make a good commercial.

A Preposition

Spirals as patterns that project peaceful symmetries, like the patterns in life that comfort you, keep you safe: all designs of a frenetic mind, a frantic search for a frame of stability in a world as a black box that consumes cheeseburgers and creates chaos. We are, deep down, that emotion in your mind that begs, pleads, and prays to be right when you call a coin toss.

To strive, to seek, to find...

We are drifting through time, wandering in a path of dreams and haze. If the world tilts just right, the sun’s rays will pierce the fog and show you what you’ve always wanted. Though maneuver as you might, you cannot always see the path you just saw; sometimes it is necessary to believe it’s still there, and push through the clouds.

Tales of the future

Wistfully we play, we sway, drift and dream. Through endless iterations of ideas and things, through constant cloud formations of dragons with wings, we lay and decide what the future will bring.

of consciousness

Relentlessly rewarding the wicked, the cruel, the cold clammy causeway of serpents and coins. Better building blocks for broader plans, bigger things, grander halls, lavish luxuriants lustfully, lugubriously lamenting the disuse of authenticity into the snifters of sleep they slumber. It is the end of the real, the unraveling of the self, the disgust of disuse of disgust of the truth. We build our coffins shoddily with abridged lexicons of pretentious verse and conversations that just don’t mean anything anymore.

To see

If through a wave we see a flower,

Through a heart we see a lion,

Through a dream we see a truth,

Then we are touching something more,

Being something greater,

Sharing a secret buried beneath the fabric of the world.

Regarding the whether

Radiant strays through lingering blossoms falling quiet as the snow, whirling in the gusts of wind like the angels to dust devils.  Bright skin, smiling eyes, short skirts and topless cars.  The summer is for color, the weather for freedom.  Come out with me, watch the sun rise, warm your soul with me near this fire reflected in your eyes. 

Man Versus the Nature of Self

We live as animals trying to be more: trying to shed our animal natures, trying to be noble, idealistic, pure forms of the shards of perfection we perceive in the world.  We better ourselves by emulating that which is deserving.  But it seems that no matter how much we try to be these beautiful, true, perfect things, we are still chained to the savagery of our inner animals.

Reason

In my mind I live as an explorer.

Taking naught but the beauty of the truth I believe as a candle before me, I stray into the darkness of questions never asked to see things no man has seen.

Machina Celestia

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty,

 but the sight of the stars makes me dream”

-Vincent Van Gogh