Saturday, November 18, 2023

Fake Blood

They say, "Forgive and forget." I don't think I've ever really extended forgiveness to anyone who's hurt me or continues to hurt me. 

What does it mean 'to hurt' someone? I think it manages to find itself in the grey area of expectation when it has no place there. We all fail to meet people's expectations. In many circumstances, we just need to let people be and allow ourselves the same courtesy.

'To hurt' someone can be both intentional or unintentional. Unintentionally involves gossip or talking behind someone's back.

Intentionally is deliberate. It's going out of your way to make it unpleasant for the other. It's being of two action. I think you care about me but I know better. 

I'm tired of the need to fit in. It was so tiresome growing up always feeling like the odd man out with friends and cousins. Finding out someone didn't want you hurtful...painful. I mean, why? Why didn't they want me around?


It never occurred to me to use that to my advantage. I kept trying to fit in, to be wanted, to be accepted, to be loved. I never had the courage to confront these little fuckers, to tell them to their face how shallow they are.

And then one day, I stopped...reaching out. They stopped, too. Not a peep from any of them. Not even when I was mugged! 

When they started having kids, I wished them my heart. But I knew then what I've always known but couldn't accept...we are different people. I don't like hanging out with them either. 

There's nothing to talk about except the usual superficial bull-shit. I've always wanted depth. I wanted to look in their eyes and see them. They don't 'see' me. 

Blood is thicker than water? Who cares? I don't. I don't want to spend time with people for its own sake. Or because death is coming for us all. I don't want to waste my energy feeling depleted after I've seen them. I don't care to fit in. Truth is they don't fit in with me...or my world. 

We are the company we keep. I forget who said it...but if you end up feeling worse after being in someone's company 8 out of 10 times, you have to stop hanging out with them. And it's especially true as you get older. There is no time.

The company we keep has another side though. I never understood how someone could be friends with me and also be friends with someone they knew was a shitty person and then tell themselves it's 'just' who they are. Nope. Something about that stinks. I don't care whether it's a cousin or a friend or a brother. An asshole is an asshole. I don't tolerate that behaviour from anyone. Why would you?

So, go off and be merry. 

Just leave me alone.

Saturday, November 11, 2023

The Gravity Of The Situation

Have you ever known a ship to come back for you? Or a train? A bus? Once it's sailed off, there's no turning back. And if it does return, it's only ever an illusion, a mirage on the horizon, in the desert...of your mind.

"That fucking thing called Time," as Sly put it...gosh, he explains it so well. You can feel it in your bones and what Gurdjieff referred to as the Heiropass. That even God is bound by the effects of time. 

Knowing that kills me every time.

I've heard people say how fortunate they've been to be leading good lives. 'Good' is defined as living in the absence of disease and in the absence of poverty. In other words, life has been good to them by rewarding them with health and prosperity. 

Is that why I'm here? The gravity of this realization hits me. We've mistaken the illusion for reality. We've made the illusion the goal. And on and on it goes. 

Let me put on this face for a little longer while gravity pulls me down. All the botox in the world can't change where this road leads...for me, for you, for everyone. It's the one and only true thing we all have in common. The certainty of death.

You think me morbid?

There is no urgency to leave something behind in the land of distortion and bling. I don't want to be a slave to this machine. I only want to know who I am.

That's the only real goal and aim. I thought it might be to serve the other. No, I'm not that noble.

I'm aware of this monstrous, mechanical falseness that manages to live and breathe through my life and my breath...

May I give birth to something good, of value, that transcends this time and this space.

So Mote It Be.

Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Painful Truths

It just occurred to me as I was trying to interpret a reading...The dream is painful. Remember those days when you were young? How the longing was painful but because you were young, and now being able to look back, you can see it was all just part of growing up? Being young and dreamy was the norm. It felt like you had more time ahead of you, that it was actually on your side. You just didn't recognize the wisdom and foolishness of that knowing.

Stallone said it it's addition up until 40 years of age...and then it's substraction right after. 

Those days dreaming were the best. It was time well spent. I regret none of it. It produced words on a page. I saw how powerful the pen could be. Dream fuelled responses from me in a way reality couldn't then. 

Dream in this now a kind of pain I don't want to entertain. But, here I am...entertaining it. How can I give this pain the right acknowledgment without sinking? Then I realize, it requires I sink to do it justice. And that's what I resent. 

Okay, so let me sink. I'm way down, at the bottom of the sea. There's nothing down here. It's just silence. You can't hear the silence until you sort out the noise. There's longing in this place, a longing that will never be attained. This hole will never be filled. 

You see the catch 22 of having what you think you want under the moon's influence. It's dark. It's beautiful. It lives and breathes in shadow. And if it sees the light of day, the dream is at its mercy. 

For every step forward, you need to take two steps back. The possibility is rendered impossible, completely immobile, totally paralyzed. 

Dreaming lacks the sweetness of sugar. Salt tips the scales. Because you're older now. The stakes are too high. The consequences are so much greater. One wrong move and you can lose it all.

I don't know why life plays this way. What's the point? This is my lot. I'll never steer this ship away from this current trajectory. Some things are really too late to contemplate over. Decisions have been made. The cards were dealt. This is it. This is everything. This is all there'll ever be. 

Just give me a fresh impression. Give me something new. Help me see with new eyes. I should have kept my mouth shut, guarded my words because I got exactly what I asked for.

I'm convinced that beauty and sadness are two sides of the same coin. 

I'm finding it hard navigating these shores. Yet, it's precisely this depth that keeps me going back for more. 

I have no power over life's paradoxes. 

Monday, November 6, 2023

Water Body

One foot in and one foot out. Waves, like music, wash over me. The clouds have made their way in and with them, the rain. 

I raise my head up to embrace the mercy that's coming for me. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Now, I have to close my eyes. What does it matter though? Water is rising up from within. There's no stopping it and no point in denying the eruption. 

You're a moment in time forever encapsulated in this moment in time...I like that. It makes me smile. It makes me sad. Nothing lasts. Not the good. Not the bad. 

How unfair it is to be taken by surprise. How callous. And that I should be grateful for the sudden inspiration? I suppose I should be. I doubt I'd be writing this otherwise. 

Still, it's cruel. To feel so much in such a harsh world. Where can I go? Where can I feel alive? Before I'm dried up and useless? Where? Where? I beg the gods to tell me. Roll those boulders across the sky. I told them before and I tell them again...I don't need their mercy.

You see, I don't mind the rain. Or thunderstorms. The more they usher forth, the more I thrive. Here I am. I am here. Here. I am. This must be where I belong. In the darkness, by the light of the moon under a temperamental sky. 

I wish for the eternal in and through my bones. But, bones are not eternal. Wait. Wait. They are eternal. There's no such thing as garbage. Nothing is ever gone, only transformed. 

I do not reside in my bones. I live among the unseen where nothing is destroyed and all is sacred.

Sunday, November 5, 2023

The Illusion Of Spark

I swore I'd never the same way. The past is the past is the past. On and on it the back of the line. Forever there.

I glance a little glance that way with a bit of disgust. You're not going to get me. The pattern is dead and buried. Or so I thought.

It's just a spark, a spark of light. How bad could it be? It's light! Now my guard is down. That wasn't supposed to happen. The spark let my guard down. How is that my fault?

It's a reminder...a reminder, it was never over. It was only ever at the back of the line. I misjudged. I misinterpreted. Forever became finite!

Let this cycle burn in its usual way. He's not going to get me. 

Life is finite. Man is weak. Because his heart is weak. What hope is there...for man? He's a fool. I'm a fool. We are all fools.

I want more.

I want what was promised and denied to me.

Pops of colour are the only eternal. They come, give bursts of bliss, and there they remain...on canvas. Imprinted on my psyche. They're bursts of joy in time, that leave an impression. For me, it's the only real meaning there is.

If I can capture what's in the imagination, on paper, I'll be who I've always wanted to be...the figure behind the veil...where beauty resides. Real beauty.

Sensuality is the vehicle.

Words are vehicles, too.

I'm the sea. I'm the moon. They'll swim in my ocean but never touch me. They'll gaze at the moon and never reach me, never see me. 

So I'll play the way I play. Because more than that, there really is nothing.