These are the hands, which create the living understanding of what you and I have become. There is no other way for you and I to live within one another, other than complete and total annihilation of the way you and I used to live. This can be quite a devastating undertaking, even for the steel-minded types, such as you and I. I am my own internal and external, my own creation within the rotted devastation of society’s excrement. I am my own consciousness; my own reality. I am beginning to see into the depths of just how frivolous the external world of achievement truly is. Living one’s life, is quickly becoming a lost artform; an ancient language written in cuneiform. The sheeple within the external realm, lack the fundamental understandings, of what conscious and unconscious truly means within one’s creative processes. Yet, there are not many people within this realm, who know how to read cuneiform.
Tag: dark poetry
When Death Becomes a Living Life
Swallow the hollow words. They will never understand anything you have to say. Knowledge before swine. The eyes deepen, withstanding the test of time. The meek will seek the weak, as the strong snap their spine in half. Speak your bleak thoughts. They will never understand anything you will ever think. In here, there is no need for them to. Kill them swiftly, before they kill you first. Suffocate them thoroughly, before they try to put a plastic bag over your head. Act as though you are becoming, so they will never see you coming. They will never understand anything you do. Your actions surpass the other’s functionality. They have an absolute inability to perceive your disposition; having been subjected to mental circumcisions. Blinded by ego, arrogance, and a hex, their six-pointed beliefs are trite. Trite does not equal right; only might does. Living their lives as sycophants. Just as they have since antiquity. Through the Æons, only time and technology will change. People never do. You can no longer see someone as you want them to be. You can only see them for how they truly are. This is how you learn about the others. This is how you learn about yourself. This is the true method concerning the ideals within life, and the transitional point when death becomes a living life.
(Become your own god, as not to become the sod, which another may use to fertilizes their garden with)
Daily Adventures
Do you ever think about becoming me; living, breathing, deadening the life I live? Of course you don’t. The butterflies come to visit me on a continual basis. It would seem as though this is some type of internal and external symbolism, which has yet to be fully revealed onto me. You would think there was some type of metamorphosis underway, but it is another illusion within the external realm playing tricks upon my psyche. Have you ever thought about the daily adventures of a butterfly? Of course you don’t; why would you? Life has a way of focusing one’s attention on the unimportant issues such as mandates, social media, cat videos, and what some “personality” says, thinks, or feels, about some manufactured problem, which actually has no relevance within your life as you know it to be- at least not the real life you are supposed to be living within this very moment. The distractions within one’s life are specifically created to keep one’s attention focused upon the toxicity within this realm, as opposed to the daily adventures of the average butterfly. Think about it, if you can. If you still have a thought process left. If you do in fact possess some type of residual aspects of critical thinking hiding within the modalities of your flaccid thought process. It is very easy for one to lose their mind within this current reality we all seem to be experiencing, yet the butterflies seem to be immune to it: the original natural immunity.
A Delicate Homicidal Device
A delicate homicidal device. The kind which tortures you from the inside out. The kind which creates realities you never knew could exist within your past, and will never exist within your future. It is a side effect of living life; being delusional while trying to understand the secret meanings within the strange occurrences contained within life. The types of meanings, hidden within secret and sacred symbolism, which the Universe surprises you with at very specific moments within your life. I have experienced these types of moments all throughout my lifetime, as they have been harbingers of occurrences to come. Sometimes, I will see the eagles flying high in the sky over me. There have been times, when I have seen anywhere from, one to five eagles flying together at the same time. When I see the eagles flying high in the sky over me, this is when I experience a deep, lonely sadness within my heart. Seeing the eagles, denotes there will be peace and uplifting horizons before me. All I need to do is maintain my course; getting through what I am currently experiencing, and all will become right again within my life. This has always been the case after I see the eagles flying high in the sky over me. With robins, I have always associated them with love. The Universe speaks to me through the robins. When I start thinking about, and wanting love in my life, this is when I begin to see the robins. I never see robins on a consistent basis, I only see them when love is about to arrive into my life. It may not necessarily be of the true type of love, a soul type of love, or even a lasting type of love. The love I receive is usually of the passing type. I know the robins will eventually send the real type, the permanent type of love into my life. Or quite possibly, the robins might be fucking with me. I do not think they are, but you never know with birds. It is important to never reject love when it comes into your life, no matter what type or form it may appear in. Love will wear many different disguises, just as she always has. Our egos, this is what will reject love. The judgement within your glance, is the same judgement glancing back at you. This is the reflected image within the mirror, staring back at you. This image is love. Love will always make an appearance in your life, but not necessarily in the form we personally requested for it to be in. As though the human ego knows more about love than the Universe does.
Inner Sight
Build yourself up or down; either way you will be making progress. You cannot measure progress through success or failure, as progress is a subjective manifestation within one’s internal maturity. You know, none of it really matters anymore. So, why not let go of it all, and simply allow life to unfold upon you? You can do that, but you can also keep your sanity in a safe place, by keeping it protected. Who am I kidding? You’re right; there is no safe hiding place, where you could keep anything protected, let alone your precious sanity. It’s another one of life’s tricks; a game life will play with you whenever it gets a chance to have fun with your psychology. I know this entry might not make any sense to you at this current point in time. The next time you are having a complete mental breakdown, simply re-read this entry; then it will make complete sense to you. These times do not come around too often, but when they do, they can be somewhat rigorous and deflating. What you will lack in strength, you will compensate with depression, anxiety, and self-loathing. These three mental states can be the best motivators you may ever come across. At first, they will not seem to be such great motivators. It is only when you fully accept and comprehend yourself in an authentic and demeaning way; you will begin to see yourself in the light you were born into. Everyone is born into a specific light radiance. Some are born into a bright glowing radiance, which will blind those around them. For you and I; we were born into a light, which casts a radiance within the darkness of the purest form. This is only for you and I to witness. The others do not and cannot comprehend the capacity which is needed to be contained within them, in order to understand you and I. This is exactly how you and I need life to be. The undeserving lemmings do not deserve to witness the raw beauty, which is contained within our hearts and thoughts. You and I are the only ones who can recognize and see within one another. Our inner sight can be penetrative and devouring. This is perhaps the sole reasoning as to why you and I intimidate the others to the extent we do. They have never had the capacity to understand either one of us, and now you and I know they never will.
EGO
The longing. The belonging. The symphonic appetite of might versus right. Wrong does not exist when might is starving. Butterfly wings when Nature sings Her songs of goodbyes. Fractured sensations bring about late revelations, of what was always known. The subtle hands of thirsty glands, will pour forth upon one’s stained Life’s sands. The confusion is not a delusion within the realm of substitution, as it is pouring forth the waste and haste from one’s inner contusion. One can feel the essence of Life dripping down from their hand, as the power is thick from within Life’s gland; providing it is being giving a tight enough squeeze. Life will squeeze you at specific times within your Life. This is when you might want to squeeze Life right back. Don’t worry, Life will not take it personally as you always seem to do. Life knows better than that. The human ego always seems to get in the way of one’s Life. Maybe when we stop living through our ego, we will begin to start living Life.
G.G. Kalfas 