|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 5, 2006 9:06:37 GMT -6
hanging at death's door you awaken to new found purpose a twice told tale everything turns full circle as if it mattered your writing has struck a cord who are these people one day all happy and friendly the next as cold as ice you watch the rumor mills grind once more your bones into dust 'Beneath obstruction' funny how fickle this fabric can be this tissue of lies come again to take you out at the knees quite a thing to see 'who pulls these strings?' you were suppose to remain silent in the land of the dead but now you turn and face your detractors all puppets on a string bought and sold for the price of gold locked into this matrix who are you to stand your ground did they not take from you everything of any true value and cast you into this pit filled with vipers
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 5, 2006 9:44:11 GMT -6
an unfortunate bit of business you were hidden in obscurity entrenched in ambiguity a double entendra double gainer doubly mordant easy target an enigma within a dichotomy
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 5, 2006 10:43:31 GMT -6
it was interesting to see the results of my first blog, we think we have out lived the reach of malevolence and spite where the truth could be told and the record set to right... but such was not the case, real evil hides in plain sight because... "Anyone foolhardy enough to proclaim publicly an inner alligence with an identity that no one else believes in, is simply asking for trouble they well deserve for senseless lack of discretion. In worlds where the majority vote is otherwise cast the life of such a seeker may be made very unpleasant. That is only to be expected." W.G. Because it is true, as Gibran so eloguently pointed out, "Wisdom stands on the street corner and calls to us above the multitude, but we deem her a thing without worth and dispise them that follow her." Shit happens and you just get use to it... So all those idiots who think they are on the path to nirvana really haven't a clue what they are in for within the real world - Silence is golden.
As a young man of 21 years working this path of the inward way, i went in search of my own version of Thoreau's "Walden". My entire life i had suffered with indeterminate health concerns which had precluded any possibility of a so called normal life. But during this intensive recapitulation process something quite unexpected happened. And my life would be forever altered.
Beneath Obstructed Nov. 08, 2003
they felt they were justifed in burning me at the stake going through the fire getting to the other side being celibate all those years not knowing what this might bring I had become enlightened soon to be crucified beneath obstruction Carl Jung did say it is "a moment of deadliest peril!" "this immortal" capacity we have within it is in the voice of sages silent as thunder discredit me rob me of my good name I can see the image you would create a lie built upon obstruction
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 5, 2006 12:32:41 GMT -6
This Burden
I did not ask for this burden when one becomes two In a moment everything changes that is when a teacher is needed - chop wood carry water - this is only the beginning As the old Shaman will tell his apprentice 'I am sorry that you have become enlightened, Now get back to work' Waking up is nothing living it free and undetected in a world without vision that is the challenge How do you speak a laungage that has no words?
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 6, 2006 11:27:35 GMT -6
who stands against this modern day inquisition this river of time flows imperceptible inescapable significance consequence of our actions corollary in sequence politics as usual all things are connected small town education
tipping point
shit happens; you get use to it sacred sacosanct blessed hallowed holy sanctified dedicated devoted inviolable impregnable elevated to immolation hecatomb victim
scourged excruciated tortured plagued struck and afflicted cursed excoriate censure denounce gall chafe fret abrade slap slash lash scorch and blister scathe drub flay safe from violation profanation
The Agreement
The Policy of hate and control polarize factions destroy obfuscate Stop the mystic mind before it can multiply what isn't us must be them kill all heretics recognize the danger don't invite it in be silent don't disrupt the apple cart make waves and pay the consequence remain myopic and all is well don't distrub dead religion fear is the cause of all consequence open the portals of clarity bless our petty tyrants
|
|
|
Post by soulfir3 on Dec 6, 2006 17:36:34 GMT -6
rivetting work. thoroughly enjoyed all of it ~S
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 6, 2006 22:13:57 GMT -6
thanks S~ i was affraid it might be a little to intense or unforgiving - glade to know it wasn't to offensive though having written this did tend to keep me from sleeping last night... tl
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 7, 2006 9:36:43 GMT -6
i was a portrait artist but now i am a poet tettering on the brink of oblivion leaping into the abyss...
one day i will paint again but for now all that matters is vindication... living on a shoe string not knowing how ends will meet... no car and no insurance the price is far to high and this root canel may have to wait another year unless it kills me first... they say it is nothing to play with the infection can affect the heart... but it was worth the risk working this past year in complete obscurity one day this book will be written and then once again i can play at being an artist but for now words are more important... this knee is almost completely gone and the hip isn't much better all those many years on a bicycle have taken their toll i was told 20 years ago "You ain't no spring chicken anymore" bicyling 60 miles in 100 degree heat but my grandmother just didn't understand that is all that kept me going one step ahead of the grim reaper my many character assassins had done their work quite well i was not intended to survive
|
|
|
Post by anirbas on Dec 7, 2006 10:17:15 GMT -6
to be a poet, is to be an artist... you paint with words now, instead of colors... the word artist, is a broad term... it covers painters, photographers, actors, dancers, singers, writers and last but not least musicians and lyricists...you are still an artist, Cleveland... don't forget that...okie dokie?
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 7, 2006 10:37:26 GMT -6
Who understands the remedy? "Kill the mind, enliven the spirit" Action and stillness are both functions of The mind of Tao No longer seduced by the human mentality Maintaining rectitude in the midst of danger By stilless danger can be controled By action danger can be resolved coming without going before getting mixed up in things careful before haulting the human mentality does not arise meeting danger with rectitude completing the great path auspiciously
"At the end of trouble, just when the human mind is calm and the mind of Tao appears, if one does not understand the process and tries to forcibly control the human mind, that will on the contrary obscure the mind of Tao - to go on thus would mean trouble. If one comes back to nurture the mind of Tao, without tring to control the human mind, there is great merit in this."
"The end of trouble is percisely the gate of life, the door of death, the point where both fortune and misfortune are possible.."
"If you do not know the gate of life and the door of death, not only do you not know the mind of Tao, you do not even know the human mind. If you do not know the mind of Tao, how can you bring it to life?"
"If the mind of Tao is not brought to life and the human mind is not dismissed, only fooling around in deviated methods, you will bring on trouble where there was none. This is of no benefit to essence and life, and is in fact harmful. How can we not beware?"
The Taoist I-Ching
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 7, 2006 10:39:20 GMT -6
yes i agree Nir words are more powerful than a sword...
|
|
|
Post by anirbas on Dec 8, 2006 21:26:28 GMT -6
Words are swords within their own right...Cleveland... Claymoors, daggers, scimitars and stillettos... Except for when they're not... Then, words are flowers rooted in the mind, blossoming color across pages of blank whiteness... haha...Got me reading your I-Ching stuff and now everything I'm typing is coming out all philosophical... Blessed be, you. Nir.
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 20, 2006 9:39:37 GMT -6
all the things to be thankful for a great cup of coffee starbucks in the morning presently downgraded to a less tasty blend a good pair of sunglasses reduced to a less reliable pair while raking leaves i still haven't given up the search a computer that works windows 98 no longer supports up dates and this old computer quit working the last really cold snap we had sort of like my prized poinsettia the one rescued from the grabage heep florished for nearly three years until the heat was turned off frozen wash cloths would hang across the shower rod not much for entertaining guest this was the beginning of my new lease on life beating terminal illness in order of priority drinking water came first then food for the cat who often sat bewildered by the kitchen door crying to get out into the warmer sunlight her cries hanging visibly froozen in the early morning air that was the most difficult next came the dial up internet connection... and last of all was the food often given by local church organizations some of it you just couldn't eat... pig's tails and cow kidneys it was a rough couple of years no heat or running water that first cold winter
just when you say Oh, it couldn't get any worse the X' swoops in borrows the car -while i am feverishly writing- -as if my life depeded on it- (before the heat was turned off) and blows the engine 87 Volvo 740 GLE station wagon perfect for hard labor paying my dues...
the cure had been successful but now for the first time in my life i could no longer wear my leg apparent wiplash complications from this horrendous six month treatement that inadvertantly was completely successful turns out my immunity had fallen so low that i had become allergic to the materials that were used to make repairs... I've completely worn out a whole 'nother leg since then still hanging on by a thread to keeping the creative fires burning this was my new 'Walden'
Jounal entry, 2 or 3 weeks past...
I push the button and nothing happens I think my computer froze to death? But it had been much colder before and it had kept on running... There was the year the poinsettia died...
I should clarify (varify) that I do not seek an eye for an eye... When I spoke of 'vindication' this should be in the past tense my poetry these past 5 years is all the vindication i need... I have no desire for living in the past
|
|
|
Post by anirbas on Dec 20, 2006 9:50:10 GMT -6
Striking, powerful, full tilt boogie venting but in beauty, poeming!!!!! Whew...
Was wondering where'd you'd disappeared, to...Good to know you're still breathing the same fetid air as the rest of us, Cleveland. Hang in there...Just hang in there...Nir.
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 20, 2006 10:03:01 GMT -6
Thanks Nir, i've been busy burning up another site... the computer was only down for a day
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Dec 20, 2006 13:28:57 GMT -6
You are a survivor..... Just like me... I hang around just to piss people off. How is the cat? Sam
|
|
|
Post by anirbas on Dec 20, 2006 17:15:02 GMT -6
ah...burning up another site...and did it make a pretty fire? the burning of the site? LOL... i knew i hadn't seen your writing on the walls around here, in a few days...but, sometimes, i miss posts, too... i was having problems with my monitor for a bit...dragged my old one out and fixed that issue. it looks funny...all the pieces i have, the tower and speakers, are black except it...it's beige...but, i actually like this monitor better even though it's the wrong color... burn up all the other sites you like...just don't forget to do some burning here, too...hehe... waves and grins at TL and Sammy then phht! pop! nir disappears!
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 22, 2006 15:33:47 GMT -6
from stiving to arriving a road-hardened traveler time to decompress a new sort of beginning at adventure's end time of transition focus on the big picture make no unnecessary moves study everything do your homework become more fluid prepare for the changes that will sweep and carry you along the whole is greater than the sum of its parts powerful transformative times remain poised in the face of the unpredictable assume this mantle of a new generation access the bold agents of change recognize and taste the joys of this freedom full of promise and adventure
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Dec 24, 2006 10:44:38 GMT -6
Where the whole world is a stage where kindness is a true sign of weakness ridicule respect or reputation rush along upon the surface appearance of things we bow in somber homage to the gods of opinion
Vulnerable
'Good guys finish last' or so the saying goes one needs to be vigilant where susceptible or vulnerable to deceit where cunning guile would win the day forewarned is forearmned liable assailable vulgar malicious intent thinly guised guile in a smile or clever pharse... seek beneath the surface of things appearance is only skin deep some measure of trust is essential even among the most dispicable we can trust a scorpion to be a scorpion we do not mistake something the same as something different recognize the little kid who would torture small animals do not abuse my good nature
"Anyone who supposes to do good must not expect people to roll stones out of the way, but must accept his lot calmly if they even roll a few more upon it."
Albert Schweitzer
lonesome lonely or alone
"The Lives of men who have to live in our great cities are often tragically lonely. In many more ways than one, these dwellers in the hives are modern counterparts of Tantalus. They are starving to death in the midst of abundance. The crystal stream flows near their lips but falls away when they try to drink it. The vine, rich- weighted with its golden fruit, bends down, comes near, but springs back when they reach to touch it."
Thomas Wolfe
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Jan 28, 2007 1:16:17 GMT -6
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Jan 28, 2007 1:17:13 GMT -6
True to the mean having inner autonmy when Joy attains harmony what regret would not disappear?
Inside and outside are as one unaffected by illusions
Outward manefestation of harmony not complacent of self-satisfied fulfilled yet appearing empty having yet appearing to lack Strength that is concealed within flexibility… by receptiviety creativity is balanced state of mental harmony equaminty of mind
|
|
|
Post by anirbas on Jan 28, 2007 23:09:35 GMT -6
Great and good to see you still hanging out and banging at the keys with the rest of us, TL! Nir.
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Feb 6, 2007 8:18:36 GMT -6
thanks Nir,
A brief note that is not quite a poem, but more will follow...
Yes, live your passion, follow your dream, and all things good will come into being - but not necessarily according to our vision, expectation, or intention. Recently i intended to find more time for my writing to take a break from an over demanding physically draining work schedule, soon after that I was envoled in a head on collsion - so i got my wish. The thing is we resist change and once a big enough static charge builds up in our life, the universe will step in, as it were, to adjust the course of our being. This has happened more times in my life than i have time to mention. So, perhaps the old saying is true, Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it. Before the lose of my leg in a tragic traffic accident i distinctly remember telling a friend, I sure wish I had a wooden leg, just like ol' Chester on 'Marshal Dillion' that way i wouldn't have to go off to war in the draft. Guess what, less than one year later, once again i got my wish. I still think it is kinda cool walking on a prosthesis. Presently I am hoping to find more time for being a visual artist, it seems this poetry has now run it's course. Several years ago a well known psychic assured me on nationally syndicated radio that one day my work would catch the attention of a most auspicious benefactor. And now i get the distinct feeling that my many recent hardships are nearing an end. It is Ok to dream. I was an art major on scholarship, but the world of spirit held my attention from the earliest age perhaps due to tremendous trauma and untold hardships of injustice and physical challenge alone.
In Spirit
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Feb 6, 2007 10:35:24 GMT -6
I am reminded of my mother and her advice to me since I was just a small child. She would always get very upset with me if she ever heard me even say the words, "I wish." She would silence me quickly. I never understood why then, but I do now.
I catch myself warning other people to be careful what they wish for.
For instance if someone says, "I wish I had a ciagarette." It seems so wasteful to me to even say those words......I always tell them, "If you are going to waste a wish, at least wish you had money, then you could buy a pack of cigarettes, why would you wish for just one?"
To which I always get some strange looks. ha
Good to hear from you Toltec!
Sam
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Feb 11, 2007 13:06:33 GMT -6
Thanks Sam,
my life has suddenly become more interesting; it is time for a change
a once innocent gesture of kindness and now i find myself in the middle of a war zone
gang wars have moved in next door the fact that i vividly drempt this in detail long before the arrival tells me something... this is no time to be sleep walking god only knows how blind we can be to the warfare on our streets
eviction proceedings were supposedly final yesterday but still they persist and in the name of survival here is to remain malible cordial friendly and amiable
within in the belly of the beast
maybe monday they'll be gone
A plastic baggie full of 38 slugs at the edge of my yard as I go to retrieve my phone these are young entrepreneurs clubing house parties cover charge at the door getting tires shot out a good friend they said was just shot dead he had the jump but the chamber jammed small town utopia all in the news
God knows i need to move... attempting to live on disability outside of public housing is next to impossible without all the strain on my resources next door unpaid loans long distance calls and now using my water the past few weeks... I have a hard enough time making ends meet it is such a delicate balance remaining centered while at the same time able to be the same as other people i try to remain neutral but i am caught in a hornets nest i never suspected how the law of survival could produce such incredible results in unfettered rage with no hope of redemption until the drug lords gave them hope... or bullet wounds and time served produce an educated man with multiple skills not the least of which being the authority on criminology 101 give respect and you will be respected i can trust Tara to watch my cat while i am away... the house has remained opened and unlocked to intrusion as always and still things remain safe where it appears the party next door is never ending... now cars in and out all hour horns blowing at 4:00 in the morning in a culture where growing up meant robing your way for a living... people get shot, shot at and hit knocked down beat up thrown in prison what hope of getting free from the shakles of repression there are success stories however, of how to work the system....
it's four miles or more round tripe to Wal-mart on my bicycle one would gain the impression that i appear to be in good health there are blood stains and sweat; i've worn better fitting legs i've earned this disability and to find rest before it becomes permanent the walk alone to the bus stop is a mile i can no longer do this comfortably and gossip mills will fly how is he disabled? getting around so well?
there is a plan awaiting the next golden opportunity
|
|
|
Post by DavidMc on Feb 12, 2007 6:33:03 GMT -6
Hi Toltec ... that last piece was very disturbing and I sincerely hope those times will pass.
David
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2007 12:42:22 GMT -6
Remember the words: Be on good terms with all people, if at all possible, without surrender.
Without surrender......
Is there possibly a friend or family member you could stay with for a few days until they are gone? Or invite someone over to stay with you. I hate that you are frightened in your own home.
Don't concern yourself with what other people think of you!!! Or about you!!! Be proud of your achievements. I am sure you didn't just start out walkig two miles!! It is like everything else in this lifetime, one step at a time!!
Surround yourself with light!! Positive feelings!! Don't let the negative darkness make you uncomfortable in your surroundings. Push it back next door to where it originated.
Peace!!
Sam
|
|
|
Post by tolteclogic on Feb 12, 2007 13:29:36 GMT -6
A passing phase I am sure David, thanks for the concern. No doubt things will turn out OK. There is peace on the horizon and yet there are lessons in every form of encounter. Resistance to change is futile.
Kinda' helps throw things in perspective, in a strange sort of way, right now as my nest egg has long since evapoarated into the ethers. I have stood firm by my convictions that there is value in balance and harmony regradless of circumstance.
seeing into darkness is clarity knowing how to yield is strength
How bad could it be?
off to wal mart again, i go through about 4 gals of water every 2 days - it's a long story hope to catch a break soon and get some writing done next door has been given an additional week to vacate...
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2007 16:13:05 GMT -6
I believe you can handle yourself!! Sam
|
|
|
Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 13, 2007 0:12:36 GMT -6
WOW! I can see why this gets so much feeback, a truly awesome piece. I am loviing your mind on this one.
BNS
|
|