Friday, June 4, 2010

More often than not, but not more often than usual

I'd like to share some works by one of me favorite artists... thanks mom

Proper Ghanda

When god comes back. After all the violent acts in the name of vengance or preservence of honor done by human hands, the last thing I wanna see is a "the creator" coming down in a dramatic explosion of chaos and judgement rearing a weapon on fire thirsty for the blood of demons. This makes GOD seem to human. Humans are vengeful and angry falling slave to our emotions and not truth nowhere near an idea of a peaceful calmness, and loving this is the serenity we find in nature but rarely within society, without intoxication. I imagine GOD pregnant and fertile with breast full of milk. Her arm is space and within her hand is an irodescent rock with so many subtle variances in textures and hues that it has you entranced for an eternity. As if all colors of the rainbow had been exposed peering at me mimickingly, through a black hole admidst the mist of a rainy midday shower, scattering electrically through the frothy fog of which had been brewing, Then there neon laughs and flourescent flirts were screaming out sonorously in sensory overloading sequences of illuminated innocence, they were causing too much pain on my brain; I needed to touch the waves of melodic shape shifting patterns that had been snaking within my view for what seemed to be hours upon end. I want to steal the innocence of the untouched light. I want to release myself from this feeling of naivety. Am I such a heathen/ I am such a heathen for wishing to experience the unexperienced and touch the untouchable. I pray/prey/pine on my object of desire for the slightest mislead touch may erase the ever so delicately balanced equilibrium of knowledge that holds it intact. I yearn for these substances to vibrate within my brain, and intoxicate my system with its madness, subjecting me to all, holding me accountable for misfiguring my reality and distorting my prescence, for what may seem to be? Forever? Or is it just me going crazy from not experiencing you at all? No? I just feel as though I am stuck in a never ending fall from all...
iF I was lying facedown on the sidewalk crying my eyes out, yelling out loud in sorrow WOULD YOU STOP to help me up to my feet? A lot of people wouldn't because they dont know me

What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. - Holden Caulfield