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Post by moseley on Jul 2, 2012 8:35:27 GMT -6
"but I know more why the caged bird sings because with or without a cage, the only thing that is ever his own, is his song and should that be silenced, then, there truly is nothing left to do, and life, my dearest Persephone, is a verb."...me
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Post by moseley on Jul 2, 2012 8:40:24 GMT -6
and we can always choose to or not to eat a mere handful of pomegranite seeds for how can it be damning when we move in our decisions, it shall reach and end, but at the end, if we start a new beginning and do not repeat ourselves so much, what is new is a lesson or a blessing.
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Post by moseley on Jul 2, 2012 8:52:18 GMT -6
"Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For, indeed, that's all who ever have." Margaret Mead But my dear Margaret, these carefree people choose joy in the world and often serve as mirrors to show others how shackled they are. Carefree may mean they have met their cares and in so doing, set both cause and causation free and thus, improved the world and did not spare either joy or whimsy.
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Post by moseley on Jul 2, 2012 8:57:20 GMT -6
you know whether so free or not in either state you choose responsible action and we are more falsely.taught that it.is a.burden, but that is other people's perspectives and lies, there is nothing in particular that we must do, but if its our dead level best and it is sometimes for the benefit of another, then if such is not love it is still far better than dirging to it as if it were a chore, even suffering to the.right eyes is joy or there is joy being able to endure it then, sometimes nothing can be bad for.the.problem itself is.the.problem in whole that whatever.makes.it such in the beginning fouls it for a.harder end, even a crash, but we are not crash test dummies unwittingly placed in a remote.control car
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Post by moseley on Jul 2, 2012 8:57:41 GMT -6
I am a warpoet.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 2, 2012 10:14:55 GMT -6
Your writings go right over my head sometimes and leave me with questions about what you mean (but I'm not supposed to question your meaning). Aaaaghhh. Sorry for all the questions, but...
What do you mean warpoet?
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Post by anirbas on Jul 2, 2012 13:54:45 GMT -6
Rage against the machine...I feel it...Right now, the machine (insurance company) is trying to chew me up and spit me out, penniless. "Oh yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of living is gone" ~ lines from a John Cougar Mellencamp song.
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Post by moseley on Jul 8, 2012 20:17:22 GMT -6
Subject: there is a second life, only one death Sent: Sat, Jul 7, 2012 3:49:54 AM
There are many deaths of the self, all the I's who speak as if they are you. It is the illusion of this dreamtime in this place in the universe where we have an illusion we are somehow central to it all...but we are only asleep dreaming upon something we do touch upon but never get to know, because we are the dream and in some parts we are sleepwalkers with a lucid somnambulance that does afford us a glimpse but we stay asleep in the shadows of our ancestors who worshiped their dream as if they were fully awake, but that is a lonely place and we all see it at least once, if we live long enough to escape the dream. No matter how powerful, how real this dream is, you are never fully alive until you awake and realize that the dreamtime bends to your will, but then, who has been there enough to teach us anything different than the worship of the unreal dream that has been made larger than our own life and if there is a living death, it is like that.
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Post by moseley on Jul 8, 2012 21:03:43 GMT -6
I am a warpoet heartfelt that is only in the middle.of something chaotic or in the face of insanity and reason, there is often a fine line people cannot stop and see. It is something in hindsight that most never focus on. I am rather find of Montaigne and through meeting the.toughest lived people, it is often they who grasp and cannot let go of.these little passing details most never see, but they are convinced they have about uncovered some underlying truth that only their perspective could afford. I think the same but the problem is they are still on the idea of owning it exclusively when, like children, sometimes the only impetus is to just start running and screaming loudly...laughing and seeing the world without previous experience or predisposition getting in the way. In such innocence, a child would ask the adult, "well, why is this the way it is, could we just do this?". The "experienced"adult has his/her own metaphor which represents their belonging to a collective line of thought. However, how about those of us detached and not subscribing to anything in particular...we ask what if the world was indeed not the way you think or know it to be, suppose we got something fundamentally wrong and all this patterning and conformity bring us back to being a school of fish, no one particular or different. If there is a meaning to life, it has to be "unschooling" our fishlike nature so when other groups of people throw us a.hook, we are free to return a right cross instead...upsetting all expectations and opening the door for something, if not new, maybe more honest.
Also, I do realize that I speak with only my metaphor, but even these are pointing fingers where not the content of my writing but the direction in which it is pointing might do something different than original path or expectation might have allowed and somewhere, in some return on these thoughts, perhaps I will see where the.finger points by means of someone else's eyes. With over 14 billion pairs of eyes living in this world, lots.of them would look at you and me and think us most blessed. They may never be able to let us.know, because we did not see them as when they did see us.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 8, 2012 21:15:35 GMT -6
Thank you for the explanation. I simplify things alot now - although I do know there is a lot of phenomena out there. Do you lucid dream by any chance? Just curious.
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Post by moseley on Jul 9, 2012 7:44:01 GMT -6
Most of the time I cannot tell if I am living in a lucid dream and when I sleep I remember it all vividly. Yes, lots of my dreams are as real as waking ones just the food is better.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2012 17:09:06 GMT -6
"Yes, lots of my dreams are as real as waking ones just the food is better." Roflmao You are sooooo funny, Moseley! Good one! Thanks for the ear splitting grin you gifted me with!
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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2012 17:11:23 GMT -6
Oh, on a different note. I got on the horn this morning and bitched a blue streak at the insurance company for dragging their heels on my claim. A few hours afterwards, I received a call back from a rep informing me my claim had been approved! Woot! Woot! Feels amazing to win a battle I had resigned myself to losing...  |
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Post by moseley on Jul 10, 2012 13:17:00 GMT -6
You are a good fighter Nir, great going
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Post by anirbas on Jul 10, 2012 22:31:57 GMT -6
Thanks, Moseley. Takes a good fighter, to know a good fighter...I'm just fighting to keep the bills paid, while I'm in recovery mode.
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