there are few truths i know of in this world
one of them is that i exist in one form or another, and the rest is all small print.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
yo yeah!!!
How does a man go about living true to his very core? How does he accomplish living with true authenticity in this world without any superficial front or sham? what constitutes living this kind of truth? I suppose we could say that this type of man gives his whole being into whatever it is he is doing, full of worldly passions, courageously living to his full capacity, whilst humbly accepting his fears and weaknesses. This man creatively displays his femininity through whatever expression it may be without shame, yet he holds stern in his masculinity. I believe that this man is superior in the sense that he has conquered himself. this man is not to be mistaken for the man who conquers other men, for that shows weakness and insecurity within his being.
I have laid out a general template for the superior man, but as to the methods one would go about in achieving this state of completeness i have no answers, nor do i think any man truly does. we can only go as far as sculpting our persons to the very best of our capacities and in essence perfection is found in the process. one should not be fooled into believing that there is an ultimate pinnacle because no such end result exists in life or in anything. If everything is in a state of flux then it can be said that the "superior" man also has some unrefined edges. accepting these imperfections is a large aspect of achieving this state of wholeness.
if there is one thing i know to be true it is that i have the desire to tap into my ultimate being, my full capacity, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. i want to learn how to be content with the painful processes of learning and to assimilate them fully no matter how excruciating they may be. i believe that through this process i may find enlightenment in whatever form it comes to me in. i believe that peace of mind comes with the sum of integrating your experiences with your life, and through this process the truth and light of life and reality will come to you naturally.
the two extremes of this path that i can foresee you getting to this state of mind includes a path of sensory renunciation and disconnectedness from the world that follows a path of intense focus and discipline whilst the other involves a path of worldly passionate endeavors with ups and downs that follows a path of intense focus and discipline. there is no happy medium, for mediocrity settles you in a place of numbness, a life halfassed like a pity fuck. regardless of what path that is taken or if both paths are practiced in balance, persistence, humility, integrity and effort are a few things that are required in order to become the superior man.
I have laid out a general template for the superior man, but as to the methods one would go about in achieving this state of completeness i have no answers, nor do i think any man truly does. we can only go as far as sculpting our persons to the very best of our capacities and in essence perfection is found in the process. one should not be fooled into believing that there is an ultimate pinnacle because no such end result exists in life or in anything. If everything is in a state of flux then it can be said that the "superior" man also has some unrefined edges. accepting these imperfections is a large aspect of achieving this state of wholeness.
if there is one thing i know to be true it is that i have the desire to tap into my ultimate being, my full capacity, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. i want to learn how to be content with the painful processes of learning and to assimilate them fully no matter how excruciating they may be. i believe that through this process i may find enlightenment in whatever form it comes to me in. i believe that peace of mind comes with the sum of integrating your experiences with your life, and through this process the truth and light of life and reality will come to you naturally.
the two extremes of this path that i can foresee you getting to this state of mind includes a path of sensory renunciation and disconnectedness from the world that follows a path of intense focus and discipline whilst the other involves a path of worldly passionate endeavors with ups and downs that follows a path of intense focus and discipline. there is no happy medium, for mediocrity settles you in a place of numbness, a life halfassed like a pity fuck. regardless of what path that is taken or if both paths are practiced in balance, persistence, humility, integrity and effort are a few things that are required in order to become the superior man.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
the orojin of my passionate displacement
memories flicker like road lamps with loose wiring
the ashes of the inferno that raged in my heart still lay scattered in the corners of my mind
here and there a carbon remnant will combust spontaneously
but the window of my rationalizations blow them into oblivion
and the dance floor is still hot from our to coalescing bodies
and that moment of fiery rebirth is ever so clear
to this day unmatched is my regret
for giving in to such childish fears
if things would have been different?
but alas who knows these things
the seed has been sown
the flower has but bloomed
a rose's thorns leave subtle wounds
a love known so quick and lost to soon
has sealed the love into a shallow tomb
perhaps in a different life, our eyes will clasp
only to remind not to fall so fast
but a friendship could suit
to bear rewards of everlasting fruit.
the ashes of the inferno that raged in my heart still lay scattered in the corners of my mind
here and there a carbon remnant will combust spontaneously
but the window of my rationalizations blow them into oblivion
and the dance floor is still hot from our to coalescing bodies
and that moment of fiery rebirth is ever so clear
to this day unmatched is my regret
for giving in to such childish fears
if things would have been different?
but alas who knows these things
the seed has been sown
the flower has but bloomed
a rose's thorns leave subtle wounds
a love known so quick and lost to soon
has sealed the love into a shallow tomb
perhaps in a different life, our eyes will clasp
only to remind not to fall so fast
but a friendship could suit
to bear rewards of everlasting fruit.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
all of this is going to come from the top of my head, its been a long while since i written anything down and i believe that iv'e neglected the wonderful gift to manifest my thoughts and emotions as best as language can express. Lately i have been feeling hopelessly confused as to what the hell i am doing with my life, i suppose everyone must think these thoughts sometimes in their life when they aren't sure of things and then they go back to whatever distraction they were occupying their time with. i must be really confused because now im here writing about it. but what does that say about this particular bout of confusion? where does it arise from deep within the confines of my adolescent mind? at this point i could really use a distraction that would keep me interested for more than five minutes. all of the short term amusements dont seem to pleasure me as they once used to, and perhaps that is my fault. in my discomforts i will try to keep myself occupied with something to focus on, even if its utterly pointless or downright neurotic, this really needs to cease, this restless energy needs to be channeled into areas that really matter. things like my relationship with my partner, my passion for music and dance, art and nature, these are the things that i should be focusing on.
this monstrosity of a society we humans have manifested for ourselves is so desolate and alienating i want nothing to do with it, i work for the necessary needs of survival and for the art that i do, beyond these things i have no interest in being "successful". i have seen horrors and injustices done by the very institutions that were supposed to provide security and nurturing care for us, yet the masses continue to spread the asscheeks wide and willing to take constant assrape to last the eons. it is utter madness i say, and to hell with it all. the leviathan of what mainstream culture has no end in sight, it will consume and consume all until nothing is left but this mass abomination of a culture that will deteriorate from within no doubt. no counter culture is spared, it will all be melted into a giant pot of lamesause, its already happening, and its spreading like wildfire. there is no solace in the hippie mythos, the metal mythos, the rave mythos, its all been hijacked. so where do we turn now?
i am not discouraged though, because i have seen real courage and strength of a few in my generation who choose to stand defiantly in the this wake of hopelessness. the future lies in the hands of these sparse individuals. if you ever find one, and theirs no telling who they could be, you must encourage their brave effort or else they end up just another nameless martyr.
this monstrosity of a society we humans have manifested for ourselves is so desolate and alienating i want nothing to do with it, i work for the necessary needs of survival and for the art that i do, beyond these things i have no interest in being "successful". i have seen horrors and injustices done by the very institutions that were supposed to provide security and nurturing care for us, yet the masses continue to spread the asscheeks wide and willing to take constant assrape to last the eons. it is utter madness i say, and to hell with it all. the leviathan of what mainstream culture has no end in sight, it will consume and consume all until nothing is left but this mass abomination of a culture that will deteriorate from within no doubt. no counter culture is spared, it will all be melted into a giant pot of lamesause, its already happening, and its spreading like wildfire. there is no solace in the hippie mythos, the metal mythos, the rave mythos, its all been hijacked. so where do we turn now?
i am not discouraged though, because i have seen real courage and strength of a few in my generation who choose to stand defiantly in the this wake of hopelessness. the future lies in the hands of these sparse individuals. if you ever find one, and theirs no telling who they could be, you must encourage their brave effort or else they end up just another nameless martyr.
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