Monthly archive für October 2006

 
 

The Sweetest Kiss

While searching for the sweetest kiss,
I found you in a moon.
You drugged me in your liqueur lips,
fed by sugar spoon.

Mesmerized by your buxom peaches,
exchanging oral mist,
I’ve known no drug as sweet as this,
this nectar in your kiss.

I traced the lines of your lips with mine
like a detective traces clues.
Curvatures so moist and warm,
formed in fevered hues.

These irresistible, kissable, kissing tips
embrace me like sunshine beams.
The eternal kiss that you charm,
creates the sweetest midnight dreams.

You Make a Difference

You make more difference then you know.
You create the spark,
which grows into a flame,
that then flickers and spreads,
eventually turning into deep burning coals,
kindling the world.

Empty Your Cup

Have a problem handling the truth?
Take it down with a cup of understanding.

Don’t understand?
Then empty your cup.

Now you’ve made a mess.
Clean it up.

Now go wash your hands.

Now go.
You are ready.

HU

As I was flipping through the channels on TV last night, I came across a show titled “Inked.” Which apparently is a reality show on a tattoo parlor in Vegas. Customers would come into the parlor and request a tattoo to be inked onto their skin. What caught my attention though were these two senior customers who came in together. They both displayed a bright vibrancy in character and spoke of a word in which I hadn’t been introduced to before. They were singing this one word, “HU” pronounced, HUE. Listen. They briefly explained to the tattoo artists that the word had something to do with an “inner truth” and by singing this word would lead a person to peace and tranquility. I tried singing the word to myself while watching the show to see if it had any effect. Surprisingly, it actually did feel good to emit this sound.

Upon further investigation online, I found that this word, “HU” is and ancient word for God. I also found that the word is strongly associated with a religion called “Eckankar“, the religion of the light and sound of God. Therefore, from these findings, there is a chance that the individuals at the tattoo parlor were followers of this religion. What encouraged me to research the word “HU” so much was that the individuals had associated the word with the following or searching of the “truth”. That is what I am interested in, the truth. Though the followers of Eckankar emphasize the value of personal experiences as the most natural way back to God, and according to them chanting “HU” brings them closer to God, not necessarily the truth.

So, my search continues on finding the best methods to having the closest relationship with the truth as possible.

Transient Beauty

She told me “You have beautiful eyelashes,” so I ripped them out and gave them to her.

Then I said, “You have beautiful eyelashes.”

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Ones Oneness

There is no within or without when one understands ones oneness.

The Simplicity of Complexity

Complexity can only exist through simplicity.

Time Travel Dream

October-16-06, I dreamt that I time traveled. I was in the Marines again; I think it was boot camp. I knew I was back in time, as I was aware of the present (my wife, kids, etc…) I was in search of a building, which I knew had this time traveling device, a time traveling device that resembled a colorful cup of some kind. I was familiar with the building and the cup I was looking for as if I had been in the building and used the cup before.

First, I was in some kind of military installation. I was presented with two pistols which I apparently had to sign for to return them back to the armory. I did so, and they gave me two ID cards, which were both mine. They were the first ID cards I had gotten from the Marines when I had just signed up. I recognized my younger face on the cards. I remember wanting to show these ID cards to my wife when and if I returned back to the present time.

Next, I went to some kind of “archive” where they (the Marines) had some kind of storage or database of records, videos, pictures, etc… of the time I spent there. I asked to see some videos, which I do not how they acquired or when they had recorded such footage. They showed me two clips of myself when I was younger in the Marines. I asked if I could keep the videos, they said yes. I took them, expecting to show them to my wife when I returned to the present. For some reason though I had to pay for the videos, so I went to what apparently was a checkout counter. I presented the two videos for purchase. Two military girls were behind the counter. They told me my address and asked me if it was correct. It was my old address when I was stationed there, so I said “yes, that is correct.” For some reason they became suspicious and started to ask me detailed questions about the based and my location on it. I guessed at the answers as I could no longer remember such details. They knew. Or at least they knew that I was fibbing. The younger of the two girls decided to let me purchase the videos anyway, despite me not validating my identity. Though when she rang up the videos, they were much more then I had expected. About $3500! I did not have the money. Anyways I took the videos out of an envelope which they were now in, and left the register. Yes, I left with the videos anyways.

I ended up in what appeared to be some kind of hanger. Several Marines were sitting along a wall. I recognized several of them. The whole time, in this environment, I tried to blend in, not to raise suspicion or draw attention, as I was now an outsider, no longer familiar with the ways of my past. If someone were to interrogate me, I would have failed miserably.

I ended up outside of the hanger, waiting to cross a road. An MP (Military Police) asked to see my ID. I showed him, and he allowed me to continue. After searching for bit, I found the building I was looking for. I went inside and was presented by a lady that I knew from meeting here there before. After a quick search in the house we found the cup. There was more then just drinking from the cup to make it work. It was hard to remember what I had to do, but her and I figured it out some how. I do remember that I had to be naked and could not bring my videos or ID cards with me. Bringing anything along with the time travel device would some how merge with my body and cause a problem. I sat down with the cup, did what was necessary for it work. The lady helping me told me to relax and go to sleep, but I was nervous that it would work or not, so I couldn’t sleep. But suddenly, I felt dizzy, and kind of like I was melting or had just gotten knocked out. A second later, I was in a white futuristic looking lab with three doctors or scientist looking at me, with a young and slender female with glasses in the middle, then I went black again for a second, and woke up in my bed. My wife was looking at me. She said she couldn’t sleep. I then realized I was back.

Snowflakes in October

The winter snow fell in fall.
Dry snowflakes,
landing on my tongue
slipping into the darkness
scraping their corners against the back of my throat on the way down.

Yes,
these evil little grits,
disguised as soft and cuddly snowflakes
forced winters sandpaper down my central cavity
turning me into a sore trumpet.

A Silent Accuracy

I often remain silent.
For words representations and counseling to and from the truth are rarely if ever adequate delegates.