The Generation of Wills

How do you stop the perpetual motion machine that is man?

To service the engine? Creaks, clinks, clunks.

Let us lube it up with the polished minds we've purchased.

The problem? None of us know how the machine works.

They won't let us try, they won't let us learn their devices.

We're just supposed to toss in the coal and not ask questions,

and it's killing us slowly. We know there are cleaner ways,

better ways, and it has been said, in many ways, the dead horse Beat,

you can't teach the old maestro a new tune, the dog new tricks.

We can't conduct ourselves, not according to them.

What do they know, though? We are inheriting stacked band-aids.

The commodity now is originality, vitality, perspective.

We seek the truth, they seek our information, they can't handle the truth,

not first-hand, trickle-down this and that, anonymity thinly veiled,

responsibility pushed around, hot potato, catch-phrase.

Soundbytes, reality bites, bulldoze it away, out of sight out of mind,

and they don't mind, so we're left to clean it up,

Manifested destiny to force upon us the manual labor,

cleaning the streets of their messes,

taxing work, or so they want, and so we know.

The generation of wills, promises of what will be,

Due tomorrow, do tomorrow, manana, manana, manana,

until all that's left is the irony of their empty wills,

and our veiled wills,

to thrive at last, free from the old ways. The machine back in motion,

forward and onward, willing the now.

Foresight/Hindsight

This is apparently my 200th post. Cool.

The voice in my head wavers when it ponders conversation
of all the things I want to say to you. There just isn't enough
time, love. The Fountain of Youth exists in you and in me.
At the cost of living our short, menial lives, I can write it all down
and forever and for always we will be remembered,
the topics of teachers and lovers, with even some overlap.
Yet, that would only be the illusion of our reality
for our greatness can be in our roles, models to the youthful,
naive and vigorous. Immortal words are alive and so cold,
Imprisoned between covers, the land that many covet,
only igniting and living to their potential when exposed.
I'll save that story for when my bones ache from the miles
we've hiked, my eyes grow dim, burnt by the setting sun,
and I've had a long time to reconcile my pain and happiness.
Once the scales balance and I've done the best I can, then I'll
tell our story, and let it by my dying work to preserve our love
for as long as this funny species of humans works to grow,
while remembering their roots, and it is with all my hope that,
just this once, history repeats itself.

Re-focusing Lens

Brian Jonestown and neo-psychedelia.
A ray of light in the drudging doldrums of winter.
White on white, Spacemen 3, 2, 1.
Blast off.
Divine moments of truth.
Look skyward for Skylon, up, Up, UP.
Be Grateful and long live the electronic Jam.
Remember your roots, down to the wire.
Om, always.
Don't forget to revisit the Books often
As nothing lasts...but nothing is lost.
Dedicated to the queen of all everything,
and to our ever-expanding minds,
and to our ever-expanding hearts,
Through the threshold, the Doors of Perception.
Today it dawned on me, the sun, and I knew,
That with each pass of the sky fire,
We are getting Experienced.

Love and Winter

Melancholic winter madness;
dreary days in and days out.
Seekers of sunlighthouseboat's
WAKE.
The smog and fog and passe skies.
Winter's cold and with coldness dies.
The warmth of hearts and hearths akin,
until Spring's greens and sun again.
Smiles seen by bats hanging from
skeletal trees; through frosted glass.
Cannibal wooden cabins host
hungry stave stoves.
Combustion, compassion, comped passion.
Blankets outside, snowy white,
blankets inside, Sherpa's Might.
Heat and cold, polar opposites, fleeces, winds;
Love and Winter.

Consideration of Others

The anatomy of a day's dynamic is of great interest. The perception of one's mood can vastly alter the tempo and dictate the mood of a given day. That is to say, a bad day can easily snowball if one let's it run out of control. Event after event will be perceived in a negative manner. Seemingly trivial occurrences will fuel the fire and be looked down upon. Conversely, one experiencing a good day will see the trivial things for their positive aspects and build upon them. The mind's perception can vastly alter the landscape of our environment. In that regard, the way in which our mind interacts with the objects of the world around us become vitally important to our understanding of our connection to our surroundings. Objects are objects and occurrences, likewise, are occurrences. These things will not change. Time has set all in motion and changes will keep happening. Those changes are external and unimportant when observed for what they are. It is when we apply the mental state of a being that the dynamic of the world is truly evident.

Therefore, it is paramount that one considers the implications of both their perceptions, and that of the people around them. The mind, along with it's plethora of knowledge and experience, is a perversely powerful and, if untamed, dangerous entity. It becomes of a test of great willpower to see if an individual can consciously take a step back to consider the situations around them, both for the sake of preserving bias, but also to become acutely aware of the simultaneous perceptions being shaped by others. The most pivotal of interactions, then, becomes that between two individuals. Rather than mind acting upon object, mind acts upon mind. It is the difference from viewing in two dimensions to three. Squares become cubes and so on. Two sets of eyes are viewing similar happenings from different perspectives. More importantly, the two minds processing from different angles create a dynamic world.

The takeaway that I've concluded from these notions is to pay attention to those who surround one's environment, and always consider the meaning of emotions in relation to one's surroundings. It will lead to a more fulfilled style of life and also help bring individuals together, as they consider the notions potentially being drawn out by others. This is a key step towards a better understanding of the collective and subduing the ego for the greater good of social interaction and personal growth. This dual-purpose provides insight into an increase in quality of life.

Celestial

Who is they, and why does it matter what they say?
When you know you know, and there is no doubt.
For so long I yearned to figure it out, trying so hard,
to force the pieces together, yielding a broken picture.
Well, I threw caution to the wind and let the chaos ensue,
the pieces in the air, randomized, beautiful,
and they fell right into place.
No more restoring the photograph, this one's pristine,
and I keep looking and liking and falling more in love,
with that beautiful ginger-haired, freckle-faced, slate-blue,
seriously carefree-eyed girl I met summers ago.
And things will never be the same, for better or better,
I've grown to extend my hand and my heart out to her.
I reminisce of my infancy, wrapped in warm blankets and held,
for that is akin to this sort of love--secure, sturdy, serene.
My star-gazer, my trail-blazer, let us discover worlds,
both below our feet and in our expansive minds.
For all of time, all of space, all inclusive, exclusive,
Until we've touched all realms hand-in-hand.

Wordplay

Sticks and stones may break skin and bones,

but I know words far more reaching.

With love and religion, wars will be waged,

Until death do us all apart.

Words run deep while tensions grow steep.

Yes, limiting words, the dilemma of man

Archetypical and Dualatic. 

Lies upon lies, truths over truths,

As we cannot contain our mouths to ourselves,

Yet won't utter words, like the xenophobes we are.

West versus East, Right versus Left, Church and State

In Holy matrimony, in Holy Jihad.

Only these letters can carry such weight,

for they comprise the alpha.beta.omega.

Gods, prophets, disciples.

Languages, languages, languages

Translated and slaughtered,

Who watches the translators?

The most dangerous, most powerful,

Gods of the words of the Gods.

Listen with our eyes and see with our ears,

Choose--fewer, better words,

For who knows when they may be your last.

Cancer or Sin

The first Words 'n Whiskey guest piece, this original poem was written by my good friend, Sorin Markov.

The foundational blocks of our world,
we must undo them, rotation, Tetris.
Until they fit in a more apt manner.
We must undo hate, redo race, rethink time.
For we are fractions of fractions of seconds
and microns of ancient star dust. Our bones,
our bodies, part of the origin, bottled at the source.
and yet our minds act conflicted,
dwelling on longevity, obsessed with death.
It is time
to consider how we can leave our mark
and counter the innate flaws of man.
Cancer or sin, call it what you want,
But unite to fight as one for one.
Not for a better tomorrow, but for a better now,
to make our precious seconds count.

Behind Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes,

I'm looking past your eyes.

Your true colours revealed, exposed.

And they are beautiful.

Like the painted burning blue of the setting sun

or the speckled Muir mountain treeline,

what I see in you is natural, at ease.

It is the good that exists in each living soul

and makes me want to spend my days.

Each and every one of them.

Until my very last.

With you.

Game Changer

Be my game changer and let's change the game.
We started by playing king and queen, now,
let us show the world what we're made of.
We'll speak our minds and mind nothing else.
As some will listen, and to others indefinitely,
our words will fall on deaf ears...
but, that doesn't change a thing, for there are many
ways to convey a message. And we will.
Guide me forward, stand by my side, equals in all.
We were put here not for convention, but for conviction.
As we ascend past the highest peaks and among the stars.
We will be the sailor's navigation and the ancient's calendar
As we rewrite the space and the time, and lay down the foundations,
for a better tomorrow. I believe in me, in you, in us, in our mission.
Be my game changer and let's change the game.
For better. Rethought horizons. Without limits.
Balance, moderation, peace.
And all the Love my heart can muster.
Let's.