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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.

Truth can be provisionally defined as that which can not be proven false at this time. Multiple voices inside of me. Some are more truthful in the sense that they encompass more of the

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 in my mind by your presence around me, "Me", a mosaic of thoughts (what are thoughts?), images imprinted on the brain tissues, images? light scattered into excretions of neurotransmitters in the "visual path",

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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