random raving nonsense

[goldendharmabum]

So used to jack being in the box, what to think when we find he has no spring?! Shadows, sadness, and the thought of sweet repose- sadness IS only the shadow of an otherwise shapeless Nothing; likewise hope, joy, or anything else. Deregulated ambition, clear clicks right up the old trail of ego self, climbing stairways of our own design- giggling gaily at our glittering costume jewelry. A car or three here, and a house on the beach- ‘only go there once a year, but it’s just such a JOY, doncha know.. ‘- shiny plastic things and metal meticulously crafted specifically to need replaced in a few fleeing years. We are a throw away culture, everything expendable, waste encouraged- near demanded.
Oh laborious sweet victories, how I know you know I toil endless and so worthlessly, pretending there is something in this mess to figure out. I’m sorry, really, truly I am, but you see I have to run these rat races or they will try to ‘fix’ my mind. try to sell me fat reducing sleep inducing memory enhancing PILLS PILLS PILLS and then tell me I’m a criminal for eating a bag of mushrooms to discover how the stars were born. Your chains are not my own. The groove we rock is dance-driven, you can see it written clearly in our eyes. I’m not clutching at straws, I’m falling, and I don’t wish to be caught. Right down through the bottom of the bottomless, which is no different than the infinities above the highest of highs(we’re talking trans-northern lights here),I’m erasing myself from this pathetic picture show, there aren’t enough colors for me to paint what I’m talking about.
You’ll understand, or you’re not still reading.
Let’s go dancing.
You bring the wine, I’ll bring the stars~

[Pedata]

Wow. Have you been reading Shakespeare?


Peace,
Cassandra :bud:

[goldendharmabum]

ha. haven't read shakespeare in a loooong time.. though he's definitely good stuff, and i've gone through a lot of his work.. i'm big into the beat writers of course.. kerouac in particular. anything with spirit though.. it inspires me in my own writing of course. know what i mean?
peace love unity
joe

[peach_blossom]

I especially like this part.

You bring the wine, I’ll bring the stars~

Rave on. :) :hippie:

[theREALsun]

Deregulated ambition, clear clicks right up the old trail of ego self, climbing stairways of our own design

hmm..... i enjoy this.
actually i enjoy your style
did you think about it as you were writing it, or did it just come out?
i read it a few times and i could read it again....

i think i will
thanks for sharing :D

[PEACE FROG]

Well done, thanks for sharing! You and me think about some of the same shit. You express yourself well. I like it!!!

[goldendharmabum]

Well done, thanks for sharing! You and me think about some of the same shit. You express yourself well. I like it!!!

thanks so much brother. it's funny.. i don't talk all that much in person..well..unless i've had too much to drink.. or i'm tripping.. or something.. but get me to sit down and start writing and i'll never shut up. feel free to send any random thought that might dance its way out of your brain on over to me- i love to read.
thanks to everyone else as well.. beautiful souls abound here, true?
peace love unity
joe

[goldendharmabum]

Gods, we all, and everything, always drunk on something..
Liquid, solid, or quite abstract- the same sweet soup in different mediums.
If there’s more wine I’d like another glass, if there’s not, I’d still like one, fill my cup with anything, it doesn’t matter. Water, sand, paperclips, what isn’t wine, anyways? Distracting or distracted, if someone isn’t drunk all the time, show me that face. It’s no fun for anyone when one refuses to play the game. You can leave, that’s alright, everything is alright. Please just don’t take the ball from our court, we want to PLAY..and there are a lot of people who will only be scared by your fanfare and apocalyptic confusions. Sure, hell is on the horizon, and we’re all sinners, I dig you man. You are dealing with demons that I have never even met, and I’m sure you’re battling the best you can. A billion sided diamond, though, reflects the infinite Light in infinite ways, and your drunkenness is not my own. Clarity, compulsive. I cannot try or not try to be what I am or am not. Distractions are everywhere. Everything. Go out into the buildings, walk the sidewalks. Dance in a forest while singing to dandelions, dreaming. Look up into the sky, with stars, and without. Go home to the rooms in your house.. and when you tire of that, then explore the rooms in your head. Colors, lines, shapes, and sounds.. everywhere, all the time. It’s easy to see why it’s hard to believe that all is only emptiness. But it IS, oh it is, how truly so it is. Blessed are those who rise, tired-eyed, waking from the dream; and equally blessed, forever, are those who still are sleeping.

'And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.. ' ;)

[1_LoVinVibe]

keep 'em coming!
i love your style of expression, it captures my full attention!

thanks for sharing
:cheers:

[PEACE FROG]

WOW!!! Little Brother, you make Jim Morrison sound like a newscaster. Keep up the good work, even though I don't know what your saying sometimes, I thoroughly enjoy trying to figure it out ;) :)

[BandAide]

Whoa! You just wrote 25 pages of imagery in about 15 lines.

The economic wordsmith at work.

Indeed, indeed.

[peach_blossom]

I seek to understand, but it is only you who truly knows the soul of your work. All I can do is read on and hope that what I think could be what you really meant for us to see.

And as I have said before Rave on! :hippie:

[goldendharmabum]

ah. well.. definitely are some kynd people here.. maybe TOO kind? heh. a reference to morrison is out of the question peace frog, but thanks for the kind words, regardless. :) bandaide.. i guess i'm just a 'word man, better than a bird man'-j.m.
seems things have taken a bit of a negative turn around here lately.. board issues, hunter s., etc. - so.. here's a happy thought, a description of breaking through to the 'next level' of tripping. For all those who have been there.. what a birth it is, eh? For all those who haven't.. hope to see you there soon. ;)

I went to the party as Jim Morrison. Ginny was there, and two guys I'd met at the last party(Weasel & Wally). They brought wine.. and that's how the evening began. The guys were dressed as pirates, so we discussed the overall badassery of piracy, the genius of the Doors, and several other things before the party even officially began. I hadn't yet decided if I'd eat my chocolate friend(MUSHROOM MUSHROOM!) that I had brought along. Having left work at 7 that morning and only having slept about an hour between then and the time I arrived, I wasn't sure that I was up to it. The wine, of course, fixed that problem in no time. I went upstairs, ate the chocolate, and began reading ' Be Here Now'. I've read the book twice, but never whilst tripping. The colors swirled in coolly, so subtle you'd forget that it's not how things always are. Patterns emerged and my world was once again breaking through to the 'other side'. After awhile I found myself downstairs sifting through a maze of people, colors, and sounds. There are three aspects to anything you can think about. I don't know what those three aspects are, but they were speaking to me rapidly. When I found myself in the basement, the craziness began. I was happily dazed and tripped out enough that I couldn't really do anything but sit there and be amazed, but Weasel got me over by the nitrous tank and bought me a balloon. I had never done nitrous while I was ALREADY tripping, but it didn't seem like a bad idea, so I delved into the trip, further my friend, further. This is when another level of consciousness opened up and ushered my frail mind inside. Weasel standing beside me and the world is caving in and twisting up in the heavenly wicked curls and swirls of eternity.. I keep hearing Jim, jim, Jim Morrison.. and it takes a long while for me to process the fact that they're talking to me. I can't think, I can't talk, I'm not even sure if I'm breathing.. it all just IS. I can't explain the infinities that I've seen. Everything in that basement happened seven times that night. I began to see things before they happened, knowing just by mere milliseconds what was going to happen next. The beats sliced themselves up and joined at new, more rhythmic locations, and I knew that it was no longer a song that I was hearing, but THE song. I sailed in and out of everyone in the time it takes you to read this sentence. Worlds gave birth to worlds that gave birth to the destruction of everything. Fragments ran to each other connecting in full-blown spiritual ecstasy, the fractal effect of every moment truly opening itself up to my awareness. A giant snake of occurrence, swishing tail, clocks giving up, realizing I finally had the cold hard evidence needed to disprove their authority. My trip is every other trip anyone else has ever had, the same as the one you're having right now. It's all just patterns and shining mirrors bouncing this off of this so quickly that the world appears to be a solid thing. I cannot explain to you in a logical manner that I was everything, everywhere, all at once, but that doesn't take away from the fact that it's true. A very pretty girl, blonde hair in pigtails, was the starting point of all creation when my eyes connected with hers from across the room; and the smile that followed, the annihilation of the cosmos. When she talked to me later I wanted to tell her, but really, what was I supposed to say? 'You are eternity in the blink of an eye, worlds rise and fall at your feet as birth and death make chaotic love, so sweetly, throughout the infinite void.' Everyone here is a jester, but only a few know about the big joke. It's on us folks, it IS us. Life is nothing more than a glorious cosmic smile. The grand illusion rides again, and you're all invited for the feast at the end of the race. The main point being, of course, that there is no race at all, and the feast promised is now.

peace love & infinity
joe

[PEACE FROG]

Although I dont endorse drug use of any kind, I really love the way you write!!! Thanks for sharin' little brother!!! :)

[1_LoVinVibe]

more more more!!!!!

i seem to read everything you've written over and over.. i just cant get over how much i enjoy your writing :D

thanks for sharing!

[goldendharmabum]

eyes cannot deny, nor are there words to justify
the weary ways we fool ourselves, by turning off our minds

inherent to our awareness is a fugue of self-disguising ambiguity. hiding in cloaks of shadow, the truth resides in fleeting lies. If you cut out a piece you can't taste the whole. We see reflected in any other only some element, good or bad, of ourselves. Clustering contagions of conforming ideals file themselves into lines, march into our minds, dictate the society of our thoughts. We accept a system which tolerates only endless expansion and indefinite consumption. We are obese in our starvation.~
the color of this longing could bring any painting to the depths of endless sorrow. Brushed on generously, you'll find it on our streets, in our cars, throughout our homes(filled with likewise empty appliances). The universal heart, bleeding, tears we weep to convince ourselves it's somehow 'right' to feel this way. If anyone should cry out to me, I'll hear them. That humble seeking is my own. From slightly different angles.. we're all the same direction.

we need balance, and a change of focus. I want to sing and play and go all over the country dancing to the beat of music, true- but that's not all. I want to affect this place in a positive way, not just vibe wise, but in observable, undeniable ways too. none of us are truly free until we're all free... that's something I definitely believe. I think you can help me.. won't you?

the circles we run- the lies we live
the times we share- the things we give
whether taking or leaving, laughing or grieving
speeding up or slowing down
barely heard or full of sound..
everything is really just a very simple song, playing itself out in pieces,
only wanting
to be loved.

peace love unity
joe