Apr 15 2012
Filed In: poem
When I was a little boy I used to call people names
So many times
I got really good at hurting people using my words
I made them rhyme
Now that I have grown up I have wondered time and again
Am I a jerk?
Or is it my goal in life to say just what’s on my mind
Is that my perk?
What if I am meant to act this way?
What if at death I see that was okay?
How then can I judge now every action?
I can see now it is all perfection
I get really mad at people getting under my skin
I bite them back
Then I spit my venom at their faces hitting their core
Just watch them knack
Feeling down depressed and lonely I retreat in myself
Is that it worth
If I sweep my own legs trying to be firm on my feet
Man, just skip birth
But now I think it’s not about me
Cause now I feel some transparency
And who I really want to be today
Is the person I envision I grow in day to day
And who I really want to be today
Is the person I envision I grow in day to day
What if I am meant to act this way
What if at death I see that was okay
How then can I judge now every action
I can see now it is all perfection
So many times
I made them rhyme
Is that it worth
I just gave birth
And now I think it’s not about me
Cause now I feel some transparency
And who I really want to be today
Is the person I envision I grow in day to day
And who I really want to be today
Is the person I envision I grow in day to day
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Sep 25 2011
Filed In: poem
the pace of life just seems today
to me, so dense, not like an other day
full of life, you speed ahead
not even time for one regret
or time to regret what has been had
had one taken notice of said past
but it’s a blast
can you feel that you are sad
or can I, listening to myself
picking up old truths from the shelves
am I here, I AM near
I AM near where I AM here
I mustn’t veer
I’m nearing here
so much time to think this is queer
intense veneer of immensity
to have reached a pinnacle of density
Sep 20 2011
Filed In: poem
Late at night I stumbled to my room and on a hunch I used the
force to reach out to the universe aligning planetary
lines. And calling out I got response from what can only be des-
cribed as heaven or perfection. This dimension rises in vi-
bration. Shock waves trigger automation breaking down the forma-
tion of borders. I’ve no orders, turmoil rises, I’m in outer
space. Where is my face, where is my heart, why is my planet torn a-
part? I try to land, I bend the time to take it all in from the
start. I settle down and feel the force of this amazing dream land-
scape. And being witness of the greatness when something is of pure
light. I make a move but not the next, I don’t know why but this feels
right. I travel back. I land on earth and in hind sight I rea-
lize that I am none or I am one and one with order equa-
lized so many paths. The only way is by intelligent de-
sign. We all take part, we are all one. And one just wonders what comes
next.
Why did it take
so long to see
the planet of the sun
is smiling at me.
Where do we go
now that I see
intellegent design
is smiling at me.
What is the need
now that I see
I AM here as one
is smiling at me.
This is the way
I AM humbled to see
opened heart and all
is smiling at me.
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To be able to rage against the machine, you need the machine. With your rage you actively inject the machine with your energy, ensuring its survival, helping its existence. On the plane of the machine, any direction of any type of energy nurtures the machine, enforcing its roots.
To really implement “rage against the machine” at the root level of that intention, in full relaxation and realization, take a route energetically dimensionally perpendicular to the plane of the machine, immediately solving your issue with it, and letting it to be developed on its own path without your energy adding to it.
I do hope I listen to myself.
I just spend some part of a week trying to successfully receive PayPal IPN requests. Sent out from the IPN simulator. I got stuck when it (the simulator) kept saying it couldn’t deliver the IPN request: Bad Request. Indeed… bad request!
Hunting down the differences between two servers — the second one receiving the IPN requests just beautifully — I came upon the module “HttpRequest”. I can safely say that had nothing to do with it. But it did let me trigger another thought: this server uses mod_security — good for generating a ton of error messages in the log file, and, apparently, blocking IPN requests.
So I don’t know why I didn’t check it sooner, but when I tailed the apache error logfile for the site, and triggered an IPN request from the simulator, there it was: the request was Access denied! Read more ›
Jul 18 2011
Filed In: poem
Out of a thousand year old man
Erupts like a volcano dedication, and a plan
The blossoms of a heartshaped vile
Float on by to escape the nation, like they can
Forcefields wither, leaping strong
Tension building from realization, amidst the sun
Mollifying what just appears
Like an ape in disguise from the tree on the run
Volcanoes are strong, erupting the snake skin
Forging the new without being forged
Thanking the old shackles, taking it all in
Existing as one without being forced
Jul 02 2011
Filed In: poem
No need looking up
In all directions there is God
No need looking down
In all directions there is Love
No need looking away
In all directions there is You
The meaning of life is to experience.
God created this dimension, permeating all and everything with the Force. This also caused a reaction, a counter force: the Pull. The Force grows; the Pull shrinks. The Force nurtures; the Pull smothers. The Force is a spacecraft filled with settlers; the Pull is a huge planet’s gravity. The Force is the red pill; the Pull is the blue pill. The Force creates; the Pull destroys. The Force is divine; the Pull has a divine reason.
The reaction to the Force created Pull. The Pull is not the Force. They are not two instances of one essence. They are two separate things.
The Force and the Pull result in struggle. Experience is based on this struggle. The essence of experience comes forth from this struggle.
What did you come to experience this life?
Feb 11 2011
Filed In: poem
it is hard to depart
from the ways you did things
with your heart from the start
’cause you pick at your heart
confidence teared apart
shattered goals on the card
trying just to be hard
and determined to start
the creation of a
second path on the chart
this is art
did i mention your heart?
Presupposition for the above
Every choice
anyone makes
is the best choice
available to that person
at the time of making the choice.
come in the moment
of every moment
the moment you realize
your attention’s bend
and you do not own it
in this moment
you’ll see in a moment
it is oh so potent
to be at the core
every fiber a provant
of information
in perfect formation
supplying the nation
which is you
no exaggeration
every nerve cell
is able to tell
a story so quell
which your brain will dispel
and of course you as well
but group them together
you’ll get serious weather
one’s like a feather
but now all together
you notice! — that’s better
so one’s not enough
but all synaptic coughs
allow you to feel
translating touch
to an energy meal
allowing you now
to feel here and now
just to be in the now
allowing somehow
amazement and wow
so just own the moment
you’ll have a covenant
and transcend the blend
suspending the dead end
no pretend — apprehend
is your life well spend
i’d say yes every second
with intend to mend
the befriended trend
of being true to your end