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Surreal Self Portraits – Fire Head

Surreal Self Portraits – Fire Head; www.whitezine.com

Whirling figure twisting into submission
Hidden wishes forgotten in transition
Splitting headache throbs senses sweeping
Unable to distinguish the remains in the ashes

The flames die down, it’s dying now
You’re dying, we’re all dying so we all fall down

Down into the abyss in the shadows of thought
Who am I to fucking judge your last moment with our insatiable gods?
Hats off to existence, lonely soldier flapping in the breeze.
To answer any of THE questions
To glance but lose focus in concentrating rather than

being inattentive of anything and understanding it all
We kill DIE kill DIE kill
Ourselves in the days and the nights when
no one seems to have any of our answers
No one knows anything

So, we continue to laugh at and distrust the other…
Fuck that, the saying’s not quite true, is it?
We all own a little bit of experience
Enough to engage in hive philosophy when

one thing or another brings us together
I may not be an intelligent human
I may not be a successful person
I may not be mentally stable in any form
But I am responsible as someone from 8-5,

although hard to recognize; hardly noticeable at all to you darlin’.
Too convenient, the time it takes to think about the

empty spaces floating ’round brain
Filling up the voids with abhorrence

Sentient in its desperation
Penetrating mind, body, and soul
Raping deepthroat of voicing HELP
What does HELP even fucking mean anymore?

I guess we do as we please as we believe in our own answers

againandagainandagainandagainagainagainagainagainagain

I beg you, ‘let’s run away from this war’

but if you choose to refuse then I’ll remain as well.
Don’t you dare…don’t you leave me out of the final battle
Through it all, I’ve never been just the spectator, the nurturer

As I fight my way through the shit and dirt that we call Home
For this is you and your calling waves of disassociation, fuck nature
And its ways of always coming full circle.

I am grateful for our connection ❤

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I believe

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I believe in existence, in the finality of death
Of what it means to by claimed by conviction
Or the battles raging in others’ heads

I believe in love, in the wickedest of ways
Empathetic to the hostile touch of abuse
Anxious for those who never get away

I believe in forgiveness, in changing one’s thought
To break the barrier between the “other”
Learning to understand instead of finding fault

I believe in magic, in the wonderment of mystery
The want to appreciate every miracle’s deed
Even if the desire seems trite or silly

I believe in science, in the progress of humanity
I believe in learning facts before claiming Master
I believe in more than what’s reflected of modern society

I believe in hope, what’s created in happenstance
To the excitement of being happy
From the relief granted by chance

I believe in now, to define past and present
Because there’s nothing greater than this life
Other than the finality in the death of existence.

I am grateful for the rest of the World and humbly apologize for America and her stupid ego ❤

see no future in the present

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….As we continue to ask the near and far

Who are you?

When the response is always

Me…You should have known by now….

 

Shadow fingers buried in mind, persuading thought to dream beyond the edges

Lemonhead wishes squeezing out juicy substance until there’s enough to drink;

With his sour mouthed staining back of hand to wipe away the taste before grabbing pen

 

A golden tool for a dedicated scribe, a powerful King of the abandoned

Irony lives on in the dead as we continue to play pretend in this fucking shithole;

Extra flutterings to penetrate those of yesterday who see no future in the present

 

I am grateful for art ❤

February 15th

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There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Being tossed violently about without a care

Until another sunset passes to perpetuate the cycle

 

The journey: never satisfying a linear destination

The soul: equal to the sums of time

 

We process such thoughts seeking out balance

So that mind and reason fit together as a puzzle might

Because believing that we are one as substantially stable

Makes us feel better from the turmoil in growth of mind

 

The journey: never simply a task in sequence

The soul: equal to the observance’s progression

 

There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Today marks the moment that proves we exist

To solidify our memories by tomorrow

 

I am grateful for today ❤

Hope

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​What of this light?

Golden bright as a reflection of the heavens

The creations in the stories told to our children

These realities of blood, of fear, of greed

Of whatever we make it, if only to ignore the present moments

No thinking!

Forgetting more as a wish than wanting to dream

Mental distinctions of anything, of wanting, of nothing

Of whatever we make it, dead thoughts to protect the living

Who is the ascended?

Lifted guides of the ‘all-knowing’

Those holding the weight of the celestial message

Spiritual saints of our modern world, of one force, of Gaia

Of whatever we make it, we become who we would like to be

We accept the beggars of trust

To ridicule the hearts offering love

When the light gets too hot to bear

When the skin reddens and cracks in the third-eye stare

The teachers grow old in their destined comfort

Burning themselves in their endless summers

What of this life?

An individual in response to everyone else

Not what’s felt

To exist of the mind, of the heart, of the soul

Of whatever we make it, believing that we can make it

Despite not knowing the secrets of hope

I am grateful for dark winter nights ❤

Ten

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One, two, three…

Eyes glazed and hazy

Censored sight dizzy

Focus on the surface

Four, five, six…

Momentary paralysis

Oh Consciousness!

The body lingers

Seven, eight, nine…

Claim to be benign

Life dictated by time

Success in numbers

One, two, three…

Keep on counting

Repeating days is easy

Only fools succumb

Four, five, six…

                Silence your wishes

                Ignore all awareness

                Feel no pain

Seven, eight, nine…

                Let the body die

                Join the alumni

                Birthing the cycle

Ten:

                Forget the fallen

                All is forgiven

                Flesh is rotten

 

I am grateful for fresh fruit ❤

 

Underground

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Ignoring his creamy fingers soiled muddy

Palms pressing on earth as fragile limbs fist one by one

Modest wishes leave him tempted of lifting substance

His innocent curiosity alerted to grasp the gravity of power

Existence watches on in rebellious indifference as

Black dirt sifts through self and back onto ground

The overhead light bulb swings in motion of the day

A pendulum of awareness forced from underground

As a child of wonder is sheltered in the recesses of a broken World.

I am grateful for solidarity ❤