Not being allowed to evolve, a danger to the human condition, to limit man’s intellect and growth as an individual, absolutely destroys man’s destiny to be the best he can be (best of all becomes debated), but we surpassed the danger of fascist tyranny – right-wing fear, for a society to surpass that propaganda gives me a better hope for the future. The ones to suffer the most in 2006 are the intellectuals and artists who do not live up to their full spirit, and feel the constant insult of primitive society. As intellectuals, we must realize the sadness of humanity – our brothers on the other side living propaganda as truth.
A satire about someone who watched too many black comedies confuses reality and becomes a simpleton.
Government budget money for art, the very bottom percentage. The amount of money spent on art from a government budget is obscene. The protest of the showing, about your tax dollars, nothing more than bad taste. But the irony is, my simple feeble friend, when a respectable corporation flees the government and your taxes, you smile like the idiot you are.
We must deal with the sins of our country such as we deal with the sins of our hearts. Prevail and make better and learn the effect of policy. Denial is the conscious of a society – they don’t realize that they’re the same morons who we watch on old clips (films) from the past, society doing and believing stupid things we learned and grew from.
They mistook individualism with unconscious conformity.
The concept of Jesus can be as beautiful and profound as the religious meaning it was supposed to inspire. Religion was created to save us from our nature. It also substitutes the heart, in a capitalist society, where you can buy your soul in a church.
It seems like everyone’s “I” wants to speak for we. And we feel deep down, our behavior is justified – that our suffering has discovered the boundaries of morality.
They came to conquer, to invoke their values, religion, their way of life, and humanity remained. A silent call exchanges riches, searching for treasure, finding exotic pleasures, and eventually stealing, the land and time reflects the haunting times buried in the past.
I survived the worst years of my life – on romantic optimism – or optimistic romanticism. On a revolutionary level, I stand for the sensitive.
His nervous ticks were his only sense of order – 1,2,3, tap, tap, touch, stomp – in his mind, genius and insanity all rolled up. The night watch was chaos, while fear of reality and imagination tormented me all night.
They don’t believe in suicide, they don’t believe in mercy killings when one is a vegetable or terminally ill. But they do believe in capital punishment and war. They would kill for punishment but not for the mercy of emotion… to judge behavior without care or concern… emotionally cold.
We tell individuals to grow up, but we never ask a society to grow up. They settle for conformity.
The consciousness between two extremes. Can it be considered genius or insanity? A hallucinogenic paradox.
Don’t talk about revolution unless you have found humanity.
Offensive people show you how fucked up society is, and when a decent man is offensive it really scares the shit out of everyone.
The ultimate admiration in social life comes from creating the ultimate character that captures the diversity of all levels of classes and social backgrounds. The hero of consciousness will be an outsider of his time, but will be a timeless hero of all time.
Life returns to the basic fundamentals, hopefully with a bit more maturity.
Although the artist is affected by the events of his time, his expression is always timeless.
What’s disappointing about the establishment is the disregard for the human heart.
Man’s brutality is the real cause of freedom’s disarray.
A soul is something you find, not something you have.
Nature dictates the foundation of our character; psychology fills in all the spaces.
A quote from the evolutionary anarchist – “The concept of anarchy can be romantically brilliant, but could never successfully exist in a primitive society. There’s a good chance that brutality could conflict with idealism.”
The people that feel guilty are persecuted more than the people that are guilty.
On my first real trip in the darkness, I discovered feeling and understanding – I know it’s a real truth in life.
The truth about humanity is that you should ask yourself the question – “How far did I reach out to it?”
A lost man, the struggle to hold his dignity – His desperateness, such a heavy load – His longing goes past acceptances, mostly foolish, his behavior is seen – His attempts find a dead understanding, such seriousness taken as a joke – The utter scream that’s never heard, the tears that never get wiped – Yearning for a hug of comfort, oh how painful/pitiful – Substituting art for people, the loneliness of creating, understanding depth, a conscious nightmare – The artist’s discovery, the eternal question…
I’m glad I found art – who knows what worse of a tragedy I would have become? Maybe I’d be a horrifying criminal rather than feel like one.
Intellectualism discredits mystery, but mystery is a key to imaginative insight. And imagination stimulates intellectual insight.
Right now, the best history can give us, is that everything has its place and time, and there is also evidence of evolution.
To capture divine beauty, the great tragedy or joke – with depth, there is not a big difference.
Whether as a man or an artist, taking sides with the sensitive is what I choose.
Man’s brutality has raped the artist’s heart and divine beauty will haunt conformity.
I’m not quite sure of my talent, but I know I carry a divine beauty and depth of genius that I need so desperately to express.
Brutality strangled sensitivity and satirical romanticism became necessary.
The intelligent man is more affected by his consciousness than by his environment.
That secret unattainable, a search of that conscious of lost emotions, an answer of hope to somehow free yourself from that void that a dream gives you – a sneak peek of that feeling.
With corruption at the top of society, what type of criminality do you expect from the people of your society?
Suffering for a moral, time made it obscene – Conscious gave it a depth; emotions, a virtue.
Let’s call a spade a spade – an abortion bomber is a fuckin’ terrorist.
Beyond the realm of everyday is a timeless pain, a darkness that lives in the conscious of yesterday.
I get embarrassed of my emotions, and don’t speak them as well as I write them.
Conservative politics is limited – it lacks the understanding of its society.
I do think it is quite healthy to go insane once in a while – lose control of the consciousness in a harmonizing way, dancing and dreaming the celebrations of emotions and exercising the senses – giving character to the human.
Oh how profound a thought can be – and such beauty from a diseased consciousness.
How come you can criticize mankind on a mistake, but when you attack the mentality of a society, it gets insulted?
With art, revolution is romanticized and beautiful – what better way to change man? To make him care, not just feel, but care.
Religion without humanity is hogwash and in insult to what is profound.
A Dark Dream
Death came, disguised as a dream, the search to find reality, a nightmare for the consciousness to confuse – Where insanity is the death of life, or the last dream, telling you you’re dead – A voice never to admit hearing, or that it exists – Where a dream gives you a haunting that seems to last a lifetime, Or a divine feeling of absolute freedom to face a fear of the night – And to perceive triumph as to embrace life and to recognize what is good in you and embrace the earth – A humanity in life.
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Feed the animal, the torture of desperateness, the tragedy of guilt, the feud between love and desire, respectability and decency, the constant strive to remain true with the decadence and phoniness that surrounds you – Temptation, a never-ending facade – Maturity, the honest question, or can that be consciousness? Consciousness – torment or self – recognition? The discovery of life, to be human, to live and discover life at a pace that’s yours – Conformity or individualism? Society or humanity? Religion or the human call? Art or commercialism?
Another Piece of the Puzzle
A mentality became a way of life, such as a fad, a nostalgic fairy tale where the surreal captivates, a haunting or conscious delusion of absurd entertainment – To giggle and feel alive without the intent of hurting anyone – But to offend is a justifying feeling of being content, and on edge with satire and baked muffins – I smile with embarrassment as I ponder art, dancing in women’s underwear, saying beautiful things – And magic as just the warmth of the heart, in memory very fooled – And special is the holding of a dream, a dream to inspire another fool.
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An invitation to my nervous breakdown, or an excuse to drink while I read to you existential poetry – I’ll have food, perhaps put on a show, one last hurrah or something big to last a while – It’s gotta be something good, to fill and satisfy some missing time, a lot of time – Now it’s time to relate and celebrate – A romantic ceremonial of the beauty of art, the depth of thought, self-expression and poetry – A theatrical event, a celebration.
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Emotion is essential to being human – Understanding our emotions is essential to our intelligence – Society seems to discredit the emotion, where only highly respectable emotion is allowed or admired, (the tears of a bride or at a funeral gathering) and the scream of the homeless man is a nuisance – His pain is to be removed for showing such horrible standards – The call for help is the lonely silence we dare never to say.
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The truth, our consciousness or facts of reason, statistical measurements, perception or questions of thought – A created diversion of fear, understanding the human, controlling the human – The human and his nature, the human and his brain, the human in life, the human out of life – Man’s quest to believe or question reality – The infinite energy or the matter in his hand – The secret whispered in his ear, the search through darkness and shadows – Where truth needs balance to find its reality.
My message is a journey from the dark far-away to the daylight I exist.
Reality is sanity’s dream.
Technology will enhance the communication – let’s just hope it doesn’t take away the substance.
Capturing the internal depths of art, to its expression, to find a medium, a paradoxical format.
I found genius when I lost my mind and I became very careful not to confuse reality with sanity.
Because I see, is that reality?
Because I feel, is that reality?
Because I hear, or smell, is that reality?
Is morality a reality?
Ethics, morals, values –
Is my society my reality?
Or perhaps my dreams?
Propaganda – brainwash,
perceptive reaction,
the consciousness and when
it captures that subconscious moment,
and how you remember the feeling, the reaction –
Living and being human,
that is reality,
the way we behave is our environmental reaction –
Knowing the difference between yourself and your environment
is an evolved reality
and quite possibly the quest for individualism
and quietly, the reality of free men.
Emotions are always downplayed, but the emotions are the fire of passion.
My affections were in search of a comfort, crying desperation with a pathetic dignity – A punishable honor, a divine recognition, a plausible argument for time to hold and a heavy weight to let go.
Time holds a secret, torturing a void – An incomplete necessity in being.
I walked twilight to ponder, to run from my thoughts and subconscious nightmares traded in a void – I searched outward, a long country road – The visuals were stunning, captures my emotions, a mystery place – I can dream, imagine romantic expeditions – A place my senses caress, memories whisper a call, guilt crippled a direction – The past moves the future and experience remembers that I hid at home to watch my conscious fall.
Conservative politics is limited – it lacks the understanding and humanity of its society.
To fear the different so much, can make you a psychopath or a conservative – To grow so cold in your anger that you would shout out and call the death penalty.
The far away community met campy exhibitionism and felt unconcerned and acted a reaction to a nostalgic cartoon.
I get embarrassed of my emotions, and don’t speak them as well as I write them.
How can people rest when corruption is in their faces?
What upsets someone’s reality enhances mine – Haven’t you ever tried to think outside your realm?
The idea of beauty is in a woman’s image, but certainly not in her heart.
Love, how patient
I await –
Soft caresses
and warm hugs –
Your eyes glance
mystery
and say, “I know you,
I love you,
I feel you” –
Fiction surrenders magic,
giving us a dream
that is real.
Intentions are poisoned,
propaganda promotes
a cold honor
softened by commercial representation –
Institutional dogma
choking emotions,
conformity uses God
to make dictatorship decent,
order announcing freedom,
the poet must speak,
must speak of love, mercy,
understanding –
A call to sensitivity,
to discover beauty is to share it,
to surrender beauty is to give it
and it’s screaming from the gutter –
the gutter of consciousness,
the divinity of consciousness,
the beauty of divinity,
the beauty, the lost dream.
It’s great when the romantic hero is a bit crazy – it makes us all realize we’re just human and not robots.
Beyond the realm of everyday is a timeless pain, a darkness that lives in the conscious of yesterday.
The artist can never be pure – He can be true and in a sense, innocent – He can bow before beauty, he can embrace beauty, surrender to mercy.
Emotions, the fuel of intellectualism –
Intellectualism offends emotions.
Intellectualism offends mystery,
mystery, dreams are the few
mediums intellectualism can grow
and create, in the path of its darkness
Memories that capture extreme emotions
captivate a consciousness that exists in everyday reality,
and time keeps them in balance –
their values are influenced by reason.
Emotions are the fuel to depth.
The truth our consciousness
or facts of reason,
statistical measurements,
perception or questions of thought –
A created diversion of fear,
Understanding the human,
controlling the human –
The human and his nature,
the human and his brain,
the human in life,
the human out of life –
Man’s quest to believe
or question reality –
The infinite energy
or the matter in his hand –
The secret whispered in his ear,
the search through darkness
and shadows –
Where truth needs balance
to find its reality.
I do think it is quite healthy to go insane once in a while, lose control of the consciousness in a harmonizing way, dancing and dreaming the celebrations of emotions and exercising the senses, giving character to the human.
That secret unattainable,
a search of that consciousness
of lost emotions,
an answer of hope
to somehow free yourself
from that void
that a dream gives you,
a sneak peek of that feeling.
With corruption at the top of a society, what type of criminality do you expect from the people of your society?
How do I fill this void with absolute decadence?
Suffering for a moral, time made it obscene – Consciousness gave it a depth, emotions, a virtue.
Religion gives spirituality meaning, without actually feeling the meaning of spirituality.