20101018

Some thoughts on nothingness





A certain fearlessness has developed in me. For those of you familiar with English grammar, you may have noticed that I used the passive voice in the previous sentence. Passive seems appropriate because I have not intentionally sought out this fearlessness to which I refer now. In other words, it has not been an active process.

What am I talking about? I ask myself this everyday. What does it mean to suggest that I have become fearless? Simply stated, I no longer fear the end. Have I ever feared the end? I'm not sure, but I think maybe the end to me means something not quite so obvious. I mean to say, the end to me means the relinquishment of beliefs in external mythologies, i.e. religions, faiths, new ageisms, etc.

When I was a kid, I feared the devil. I used to pray every night before bed and ask God to send his army of angels to protect me from Satan and his minions. I feared being taken to some kind of fiery hell; I feared death because I was immersed in the mythology of religion, caught up in it's vast whirlwind of control.

I no longer believe. I have wiped my lenses clean of the shit bespeckled upon them by millennia of the inculcation of a myth. There is no god.

And hence, there is no heaven, nor is there a hell. There is no Satan, nor are there any evil demons doing his bidding, though I'm sure some wild-eyed Christians out there would suggest that my hand is being guided by the Evil One himself. That I have chosen to not believe, to not fall in line with those who claim they know a thing that cannot be proven, is the reason for my fearlessness.

There is freedom in giving up faith, in the religious sense of that word. For the longest time, even as a child, I struggled to believe. I tried to bend my mind around concepts that seemed ludicrous even to a 12 year old. I lived in fear for my soul, carefully monitoring my every move.

It's a wonderful feeling to be free. Free from the fear of judgement, of what lies beyond. There will be no supreme being waiting to judge me when I pass away. I am free now to die without worry of where I am headed - I am headed nowhere. I have never been afraid of going nowhere. Just as no-thing can hurt me, nor can no-where do me harm.

My mood has been lifted. I relax more. I'm no longer afraid to speak my truth. I do not monitor my words so as not to upset those around me who differ in opinion. I'm not afraid to walk to the store at night for a beer thinking I may be mugged or jumped. Those things can of course happen and may indeed happen, but I do not fear them and thus maybe I do not attract that sort of negativity. Fear is a magnet for negativity. People who live in fear become targets more often than those who don't. People who show confidence or lack of fear pose more of a threat to potential assailants. Confident victims tend not to allow themselves to become victimized as often as those who succumb to fear. Robbers want to control their victims through the overt application of fear - one who doesn't fear death, fears no thing, fears no where, fears no one.

Location:Roosevelt Way NE,Seattle,United States

20101012

Bones

Some variance in measure has been collected
in the winter of my heaven's gate

for the wicked, for the wild,
for the judged so full of hate...

i will fold her bones into nice tidy piles
place them alongside the others
in an empty corner of my room where my mind no longer goes
where darkness, where nothing grows

just a spoonful of marrow
and a shot full of shadow
behind a framed fading image of her life in the throes of a beautiful deathcurl
i will seal my fate
swallow her whole
smearing her chalky white paste
across the barb-wired memories
writ across my smoking face

i will rise for you
from deep within you
to love you
to destroy you.

20100921

Virgin afternoon

How shallow we should die
in the river you and i
in the wake of an afternoon
of a virgin autumn's bloom

and music they would play
a game or two today
as came would floating by
our bodies you and i

come with may and take
pride lion pry open sie geht
with april an hour past
fall water flow over go fast

on a virgin afternoon
in the wake of an autumn's bloom
how shallow we should die
in the river you and i.

20100907

Bastion

He makes eye contact
with an open wound
grows teeth to eviscerate the masses
becomes fearless
then unleashes the leashed

he repeats a simple phrase
ya zhiv
not too far off in the hazy distance
falling buildings do not escape this truth
they disintegrate steadily
as leavened ashes burn evenly
he receives the gift of millions

the phoenix does not rise
he moves right through us
implodes, reloads
intentionally destroys all we have so brazenly created

the teeth of his wounding
multiply, never deny the gift of his song
(a howl of a billion stars dying)
a yell and a wail
what the brilliant among us call hell

he seeks you out as you bar your doors at night
while you try in vain to forego the carrion pain
for yours is not to live on this earth
while his is to seek revenge
the fiery, armored raptor kills at will
he was built to forever fuck you in the face
to crush you into dust
to devour you whole
and shit out your empty soul

so welcome the next knock at your door
it is not evil, the fate that awaits you
(your flaw is that you make such distinctions)
it is your destiny to come to an end tonight
your curiosity for pain will live again in you
defined through the things you will never get to do

he begins

my name is Truth
and i have come bearing death
come of my own accord
there is nothing i need
not a thing i want
my purpose was not writ by any of your man-made gods
i have created my own purpose
i am the embodiment of anti-purpose

now

upon your knees
you know the drill

beg.

20100811

1969

Crush
magnet
valentine

terror
eyes
a neighborhood

bleed
seed
birth

and always, yes always,

offer up a fresh throat for good measure.