A kind of sad story.

There was a Father and a Mother and a Mind. The Father, ripe with the words of not and all and more and some. The Mother, afflicted with affection. The Mind, a tragic figure lost in love of what is yet to come, cursed to not sustain. Left to tread across an Oceanus globe, leaving in his wake a rise of realization. A stir that ripples and continues outward as he does. Where the wake and the Mind meet there is an evocation of caos. A mass of waves continue to collide and burst into downpour, always to prolong and always more immense. And through it all he subsists. A guadian of nature..... unable to look back and without mind to let go.

Deep Thought Monologues

1.  You mistake her. What then, When you know you are wrong. What then, When you are smart enough to know you are an ass hole? In this moment you could be trapped forever. There are several responses, none of which you could say are wrong... unless you're too smart to let that be an answer. You could do nothing. You're always doing nothing but you never are. I suppose it is not doing nothing then, but deciding you did nothing wrong. You're smart enough to know you're an ass hole; You're smart enough to say "the world's made up of ass holes, I'm just one of the better ones." Likeable ass holes. Is that all the good ones are? Yes I could say that. Even now I write another lullaby to send myself to a state of self acceptance once again....But there is always that feeling. It's like a crick in your neck, annoying and unrelentingly uncomfortable until you get so used to the feeling that you forget about it. The you wake up in the morning and it's back again, sometimes worse than before. You wake up with it every morning though you start to say "This is me. This pain is part of my experience, mine alone." Do that long enough the pain might go away, but you didn't fix the problem. Without you knowing it could come back one day. If there was somehing that could be done you'd do it, right? Then if anything, acting like there's no problem is the wrong response. Next is the realization. "There must be a change!" Here's where most meet the pitfall. You start asking questions. "How do I even go about this? Does it really matter? Do I really care? Why do I want this? Could it be the feeling was here all along? Was there truely a time before the feeling? The problem is the anticipation, the expectation, the thought that you are going somewhere. You think in these terms and maybe you get over your fears and make some changes. You relieve yourself of some bad habits and give yourself a pat on the back but then you stop. You got there, mission accomplished. Life isn't listening to you though, it just keeps changing. Maybe your new habits work for a while but they were formed for and during a different part of life. See, you are'nt going anywhere. You are always doing nothing though you never are. So you could just give up, knowing that you'll never get anywhere. But the feeling isnt going to go away. What then?..... If all that remains is the change then you must embrace it. Accept the change, the constant change. Expect not to know what to expect. Anticipate the change even when you are where you think you want to be. The key is wanting the turn because you know it's what is true.

For when I'm feeling Weak

Please, please dont hate me

And dont pitty me

Dont look at me

You wouldn't like what you see

Without this mask can I be seen?

To want respect is that obscene?

My only dream would be to look back at this time

Trust my foolish mockeries were not some trick of the mind.

Oh my friend I see You've fallen

Here have a drink and you'll absolve him

For to him Crime's an illusion

Adorn the mask. Adorn confusion

Just take my lead, I'll breathe new life into

Wicked temples where false love ensued

Follow me, I'll take you there

It is of them you should beware

Please, can you stop doing this to me

It is ok for them to see

That I'm so weak I try to hide

That I'm so scared of who's inside

Try not to sleep for when I do

I dream and dreamings scary too

Beware the lies of your own spoken word

Critique the claims that say what you deserve

With that I'd say you've said enough

These words are calling my own bluff

This is enough for me to think that I'm enough

Wonkey Skrilla Bits

1.  Hahahacacah!!
I spit that shit quIck-lee.

Hello friendly. Did ya miss me

I live inside this verse

A boo doo doo cou's curse

I bring ideas to make ya ears scream out Reverse! Reverse!

2. We are always second guessing things in nature, because that is the natural order of things.

3. Manshufor, I want you more.......

4. Welcome.....to the center of your feelings.

Where always what was really meant is never what it's meaning.

Feeling darkness with a splash of grey.

Celestial Ghosts of mind at play.

Unsoothing picturesque of Buddah's Garden

5. A self is a substance

Made up of some nonsense

Fell far from the big nest

To show dark the lightness

6. I am the Garbage Man and all that's left in this world is mine to steal. All the present is my possession for there will be a future. And all the future is my slave for it produces what shall pass.

7. The Wonkey King and the Right Hand of the Wiser. He is the wisest because he knows that he is not. And when this thing becomes something to be forgot... He is the Wonkey still, untouched by truest flaunts.

The Care of Buki

This is how it came to be. The Existor was without time. Black, without face, without black, without. Until he decided he did not want to be alone, so he created Buki, the Will. In doing so all was, thus forging the Dormant realm. The second other was Snaoh, the idea that idea's can be realized. He and Buki are both equal representations of the Existor, though he is as much their creation as they are his. When Buki and Snaoh met The Existor was given name and essnce. He is the will to love. This is the reason for the number 3's significance to all walks of reality, it is the number of creation: 1+1=3. Be good and create. ~ Buki <--> Snaoh

*The Care of Buki begins with the realization of time. When ideas become situational and require to be acted out.

Gorilla Stare

It's taken all this time to get to where we are going

But we dont want it anymore, not the way this winds been blowing

Would you catch and tame it or cook it and eat it?

Either way we can't imagine to set it free

Because the truth of the matter is we know it's not there

A truth colder than eyes of a gorilla can glare

Realization

To know the future you must know the past. To know the past you must know what is. What is?... What is?... What is? Is it? No I'm not sure. Is it? No I'm not sure. What is?... What is?... What is?... I am, I'm sure. I am here. I am thinking. I am writing. Yes, I am living. Do I know who I am? No I'm not sure. Do I know why I am? No I'm not sure, but I am.

But who would I be without you? SEE!? Yes, I do see. You allowed me to be. You allowed me to see. You allowed me to live. Life is the greatest artform. Does a single note hold significance? No it is only until the note that follows is played that the first has meaning. SEE! Yes, I do see. I see why there is time because without it there wouldn't be. You made us so we could know you. So that we could know love, your art. So that you could love. So that you could love yourself. Do I know who you are? No I'm not sure. Do I know why you are? No I'm not sure. But I know that you are. Because I AM.