Free is better to the mind than a words such as, sale or half-off.

Free is a word used a lot.

Prisoners want to be free.

Samples in a store that are free are fun to try.

But the word by itself is not good enough. No, now there is, absolutely free, completely free. What a bunch of bullshit. Free does not exist in the world of science, religion, or anything connected to this shit hole planet.

Free love.  Hah!

Free sex. Hah!

Free money. Hah!

Hah! Hah! Hah!

How about, freedom?  There is none. You’re all a slave to gravity, bodily functions, governments, society…You’re even a slave to yourself what with your needs and cravings.

Even wonder why those groups exist trying to ‘free’ themselves from themselves and the earthly plain?

Damn funny and inspirational though, this word free.  NOTHING is free, not even nothing is free.

Now, there IS one thing ‘thing’ that is free… but this world in not worthy of owning it…

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Blippity boop, and with a swoop

falling up against the gravity

bouncing off the cold

sipping the heat

sated and full

never hungry

feeling everything

at once and all and forever more

with less chances of never and always

needing the alls of nothing with nothing more

than a thought…

Ha! Another lovely word in the human condition. A pleasurable one to be sure. A taboo for some. A release. Actually,  the touch of flesh upon flesh be it penis or clit is an unavoidable action no more impossible to avoid than to have a beating heart or lungs to breathe…

Now, why write about what everyone everywhere participates in? Because some use sex as a power and financial gain.

For example: Today on my email I received the following.

I recorded your masturbation through your webcamera.
Moreover I stole the contact list of your acquaintances.
You must not care how this happened.
Just want to say.
Update your antivirus, keep your firewall turned on and don’t visit unshielded pornsites.
I want to break up peacefully.
You send me 31 LiteCoin on my address (La26ABYH…0 and I will delete the video.
I give you 1 day my programm will send me the report about letter opening.
If you ignore this message I will send the shame to your contact list.
The police will not solve your problems, but you can try them.
I won’t check this account so do not write me back.
I Do not pay attention to my English, I’m a foreigner

Ha Ha Hee Hee Hee (gasp, chortle, guffaw) TRULY made my day!

I record my masturbation through my own eyes just as I see everyone through their eyes as there is NOTHING hidden regarding this world and the human condition.

If people really knew others they’d know there is nothing to be ashamed of or scared of IF they had God in their heart…

People talk of God as if  God were non-existent, or that God is an angry being… Some religions say if you masturbate you’re going to Hell. Some religions clip the clit (kinda catchy phrase) so a woman cannot enjoy the pleasures.

This world so many cling to in the comforting belief that it cares for them are in a constant state of delusion just like the person fishing for something that cannot even be held in a hand (unlike a clit or penis…those are real…) a LiteCoin.

Evil truly exists in the heart of man/woman

Purity truly exists in the soul of man/woman

Both existing side by side as much as man/woman exist together…

Oh, and if anyone want to see me engage in masturbation… go for it. Bring popcorn… and a bag to vomit in.

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rite-of-passage

with rights of wrong are right

those left

feel
to feel a journey blissed with perfect imperfections
…
is to dream

for to dream of travel and way with history pushing sails
over such circular horizons
the dream, always the dream
exists…

Dotted by desire, maybe to be hot

or

cool…

She stood there and he walked by

He, an Alpha tender

She, a pleasure maker

He with a penis as his weapon

She with a sensitive vagina

Both covered in a ‘story’ they thought was creative

Selective ignorance as the skin is only a part of the Temple

Muscles can only bear the present

Bone is broken in mere seconds

In his voice, aloof, almost anger

In her voice, disdain for anything mortal

In their eyes though, the truth revealed

This, the folly of people

Lost in what they do not understand

Painting ignorance to express what they think, is magic

(silence)

Finding more wonder and joy in the daylight of shown

Secure in the night of darkness

Seeing the eyes from the other side of the mirror

what is and what is not real…

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Taboo

Taboo

Taboo…

What a wonderful sound rolls off the tongue just in the uttering of the word, taboo… Magical even.

Writers for a very long time have written as they see fit. Topics ranging from politics to religion, cook books to love letters, and absolutely every subject one could imagine.

Sometimes a writer such as Mark Twain writes a story and uses the word, nigger, in a great story. At the time and until only a few moments ago, the story held true as great literature. Now, nigger, is a taboo word for anyone not of darker pigmentation in their skin…

Was Mark Twain a racist? Ha! Everyone is a racist according to the individual deciding such nonsense.

But getting back to taboo. NOTHING is taboo for humans. Not one damn thing. And for writers, even more so. Thankfully it will always be this way no matter how many wars are fought, no matter how many millions of years unfold… Humans LOVE to prove their ignorance is alive and well. Heck, just look at what I’m writing now!

I once frequented a poetry site where a lot of poets wrote about EVERYTHING. One poet wrote a poem about an Angel fucking Jesus in the ass… How sweet… Taboo? Nope. Well, maybe to some readers. Offensive? Depending on the reader.

An admirable trait for humanity… The ability to do whatever they want whenever they want however they want…

Morality does not exist
Taboo does not exist
however
God does exist
Evil does exist
(of this there is no debating with me as there is nothing to debate as i know each very, very, very well)

In this then, comes the wonder of battling the balance between ‘morality’ and ‘taboo’.

Does God love a writer who writes, “Angels fucked Jesus in the ass.”? Of course.
Does Evil love a writer who writes, “Angels fucked Jesus in the ass.”? Of course not.

How fun! To freely write about a fucked up world. Which of course is just so damn inspirational and leads to today’s bit of reading the news. The Muslims are angry at Nike because they say, Allah, is on one of their running shoes. Imagine the taboo of that. Allah on a shoe.

Ha! Now that is just pure comedy and inspirational.

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Allah

Indignation started in a sandy land
Betrayal during war by a tribe
Wholesale retribution as blood flowed both ways
and there we have it still
today

Muhammad saw the children
in a different way
while clinging to the morality he felt given
the self
the individual
the power over others
to attain what is still
today

Power is the god of choice
so many worship it
to cover the face in mock appeasement
as if washing the brain could lead away
what is still
today

Allah, Jehovah, Great Spirit
are ‘they’ the same?

(silence)

To be God is to be One
One of all and all
the same

Unlike mortal flesh and bone
filled with the ability of ignorance
clinging to worshiping themselves
money
objective
everything of power…
this is what it is
today

Never felt the need to hide behind the abstract of avatars or be anonymous. Why would anyone hide behind who they are? Always amazed me.

A lot has been discussed about the topic of abortion. There are those for it, those against it, those that could give a shit either way.

I know many men who fuck women, get them pregnant and then leave the woman to her own to care for a child while they are busy looking for other women to fuck.

I know many men who fuck women, get them pregnant, and take responsibility. Trying to aid the women and help raise the new bundle of life.

Of course, for women, there is the “Right to choose. It’s my body.” And you know what? It is. It is a woman’s body that allows a man to fuck her or not. It is a woman’s right to choose whatever SHE wants… however,  it is not her right, or his right to choose over the life of  a child growing inside. Never has been, never will.

All this talk of legality, of rights, of women, men, children… It is all that, talk. Talk with ramifications for the collective herd of humans.

In some countries such as America, laws have been passed. Laws allowing the killing of other humans for no reason other than the reason of choice. How wonderful! Choice, such a beautiful concept.

I’ve known humanity and what it is, for a very, very, very long time. Nothing has changed. Sure, free will and choice sometimes produces glimmers of hope. Jesus is one such example. Mother Theresa, another. And there are many other examples of what potential lays in the heart of humanity.

But for all that ‘hope’ and examples of what humanity COULD become… for a long time, currently, and for a LONG time to come… humanity is truly an ignorant, fucked up species actually not worthy of being called ‘humane’ or civilized…

New York, a temporary dwelling of humans on this planet want pregnant woman to have the ability to kill babies up until the moment they leave the womb. What a proud testament for an evolved and advanced species.

Now, to me, it is what it is and will be for a very very very, long time… No changing that. No mincing words.  Hate is indeed powerful. Killing nothing more than an ingrained process every human is born with.

What is amazing, I would never kill another human for their opinions, but others would kill me for mine in an instant if they could… And there we have it. Humans love to kill. They kill plants, animals, emotions, relations, and other humans… All in the process of choice and ability.

It will remain this way for a very very very long time. There will be some exciting events along the way as mankind connects… but with connection comes revelation and with revelation comes new demons of choice…

What is easily understood today will soon become muddied as there is a lot not currently understood that will never be understood.

It is easy to get upset, easy to get mad at the ignorance of ignorance. Lately becoming better at being detached from the human herd. Almost like  aborting myself from such foolery. And in this, the choice is a good one.

To watch love and hate from afar is better than entering the fray. As to fight for is to fight for what?

War after war is fought with the same results… Death.

I choose LIFE. Always have, always will. And to God, I say ‘thanks’ to that.

Worry

Wasted ways when feeling unchangeable thoughts
Nazi
Dictator
Evil
Names with names for worried thoughts

They came/come in force, bullies mounted with strength of opinion and laws
Nostrils of war horses carrying bloodied banners
and at what cost?

Over and over with over again
so many innocents perished while worrying
trying to preserve purity and way
only to lose and in history
get lost…

War cares nothing for victor or victim
War cares not
only
in the moments of battle again and again with again again
corruption in the Wind.
*)(*

It is and has been called
again and again with again again
Over and over with over
again…

Bear witness this Wind
Sweeping over the Lands
Wail and weep
Yell and raise fist
Worry or not
the Battle continues
more so
than over
and again…

And maybe the survivors will come to realize a calm
a calm before another Wind…
or until then?
probably
not.

A lot goes on around you. There is the comings and goings of those living around you. There are animals and birds doing whatever it is animals and birds do.

In your society there are social intercourse, there is news, there is a lot going on.

Ever since humans have had the ability of dialogue there has been the sharing of life and all that goes on around them. Still happens today, though at a faster pace aided by technology such as this computer and internet.

Polarized is a good word showing what has happened over the centuries. It stands for one set of beliefs that are contrary to one set of beliefs. An example currently is as simple as socialism against capitalism, or republicans against democrats.

Yes, a lot goes on around you. A huge amount of energy expended. Of voice and print. A clamoring of species. A species even advanced enough to spread out into space.

Little probes on planets, moons, even asteroids. Telling the Universe that a species is roaring with opinion, science, facts, and a set of beliefs. And you know what it means in the grand scheme of things? Nothing. Not one damn thing.

There are other species in the infinity of Space that care absolutely not one thing about the rantings and ramblings of what is called, humanity.

So, scream your lungs out. Twitter. Tweet. Facebook. Diary. Newspaper. Radio. Laser. Thump. Thud. Beat a drum.

For such as what i am, it really is nothing more than what you might call, comedy. It is amazing how important you all think you are even if you think you don’t think (wink) so.

But don’t worry, (ha!) you all soon are going to get a visit, a gift that most will think is so very wonderful. However, keep in mind… beware of strangers bearing gifts… Of course, you won’t and that is what makes it all that much more a tragic comedy.

Blood In the Moon

Menses to fell those of moods; swelling pulse of red
Placed between fingers, fingers so light in touch
there, a wavering cloth bleached white as if battled to surrender

Timely comes cones of tail, swimming course and way
Lost minutes as the seconds fail
until
Centuries bulge, exploding silently
the bridge between the valleys of time

A knight falls to fate
A maiden eats the bitter
A peasant toils with head down to survive
A king wears the pride
A queen wails

Riches or Spoils?
Inside the Moon,
full of pull and sway,
a heart full of blood beating without any life.

Every moment on this planet is time of, was, is…

In the good ol days, tribes, cultures, countries, even individuals, all spent the day/nights trying to survive.

There were environmental hazards such as flooding, fires, winds, brutal winters, severe simmering summers. There were wars and fighting. Animals, insects, poisonous critters. Sickness, illness, disease.

Of course with such a struggle to survive most tribes, cultures, countries, even individuals, were very very very close to their environments. Tuned in so to speak.

In the good ol days, survival was the main moment to be. And then, it started to change. Science evolved. Technology budded. Heck, people even had fire and knowledge how to grow food and dabble with art, music, and what could be considered, sport or fun. Their true connection to their environment became severed, much like ‘today’.

The good ol days were not really all that good if you got eaten by a lion or had a spear shoved up your ass or some marauding group raped all your women, enslaved your children and killed your men… Which leads me to the following article I read today titled: California Dem State Senator bans ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns.

What fun! Can’t say that a marauding group raped all your women, enslaved your children and killed your men… The State Senator wants the word ‘they’ used instead, so to be kind to gender neutral folks.

So, in the good ol days she would have said, “A marauding group raped all of them, enslaved them, and killed all of them.” Huh?

That’s the world we have. Women with power to come up with stupid shit like the State Senator from California. Men with their balls cut off. And children who are raised in such a shit moment.

That’s okay though. All it takes is a reality check such as a huge and horrible natural disaster where men become men, women become women, and children who grow in a time where they can become men and women, that is, if they can survive that long…

I really really reeeeeeally find this world humorous. And, I miss the good ol days of just enjoying the gift of survival.