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AUTUMN 2000 (Anonymous posts)
Voices within
I
am looking at my voice today. The voice of truth which really means that which
can not be denied and/or proven false
at this time.
Being
truthful to oneself - which one-self? Endless
beginnings, discovering voices within yourself not
really knowing how did they get there yet
they are as much alive as you and I The
voice, the flow of words alive on its own, independently of whatever
"I" there
might be. Letting
it speak through me feels somewhat right, it speaks yet I have never known it,
but it is familiar, sounds and feels naturally my own. Bypassing
the mind as I know it this writing belongs to all who are fortunate to tune into
this frequency of the wave called life. It
is the same place where others have already been but it is never the same
because it is not in the way thing usually are. let's see if I can focus it on anything relevant to my (known) life which I seem to be living during so called awake state. About "me" What
do I say when I say I love you? An image of someone who is not really a person but a desire projected on you. Who is the one I say "love" to? I
love you Three
words, a universe being created feeling
states of the body-mind (where does the mind ends?) I,
a lifetime of language's invasion into the brain matter
sculpting matter with language, atoms re-creating themselves, ceaselessly I,
a sense of I, illusion, fiction whatever
it is it has been shaped by all words ever heard, eventually strung together
into "coherent" meanings and a segment of it called "Me" shaped by images seen, flavors tasted, feelings felt, countless interactions of the living matter and its surroundings. And
those, in turn, shaped by previous conditions and circumstances since the Big
Bang "You" the same but in different form, with your likings, tastes and inner images, words and guiding principles. Pain and Rage (Anonymous post)Proud
father forced to watch his little daughter gang raped. Trembling
mother cuddling her just killed toddler. A
dumped man seeing his mate crawl and beg to suck a better man's dick.
A
wife divorced abruptly for a lover , her daughter's classmate. Powerless
pain and rage ransack the mind In
waves of spasm , never ending
agony. Time
itself hides , in terror . Past and present shattered. No
thought, no memory , no help and no escape.
These words are for those who feel lonely tonight
(They
want more that there is
Sing the song, of the lonely, those who write but not love
Sing
the song of the thinkers
those
who imagine but not feel
Lost
souls do not try to fly,
Lost
souls shiver in the dark,
the
cave is empty, fire extinguished,
a
lonely voice among other shadows
gropes
through the silence of the roaring ocean.
Where
do you go when there is no other place?
Who
do you talk to when there is no other person?
What
do you say when words are empty?
What
do feel when there is no feeling any more?
Tell
me something I haven't heard
Say
one word of truth, do not talk long,
Say
one word of wisdom, spare me the rest,
Empty
ball of stenchy water just broke in the middle of the room.
Say
one word of truth, do not talk long,
Say
a word of love, spare me the rest,
Yellowing
guts of an old man.
Say
one word of truth, do not talk long,
Cut
off your arms if you really want to know,
Stand
in the snow till your legs die.
Blinded
by sight, deafened by hearing
Fooled
by the play of sensations,
Slave
to biochemistry of neurons
Thinking
non-existing thoughts erupting in the brain.
Create
the worlds of imagined reality.
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