Glaring Through Cool Gardens..

"A self-utilized gastro particle 

Entered my head the other day,

I thought of the harassment of vegetables,

In the food community.

I saw hard working Indonesians,

And Chinese children making toys that surprise kids.

But the adults, they know.

They know because for every toy they have now toiled,

And for every birthday, is one of reckoning for the unlucky.

Or shall we say unloved, or how about saved individual.

Once I attained that plateau,

I started thinking harder, as to the spelling of plateau

And its grandchildren.

I started asking myself out of my house,

Every time I showered.

How fucked is that?

Then it hit me, with my own bat,

That I was no longer than

The shortest hair on my head,

And that it was again time for bed."

"Children, let's pretend we can see everything,

'But we can.'

I can make the pain go away

'No you can't.'

People may think that you're different

'But I am.'

Emotional abuse hurts a lot

'But we know.'

Growing is hating, while hating is growing,

(the children in unison:)

'We can feel it."

"True colors of the observed come alive

Through their unawareness of the viewer's presence.

Hierarchy is rather adhered to

In times of exhaustion and desperation.

Remember whom they work for,

And you'll see their vision.

This angle can be acquired using the psychic tool

Known as remote viewing.

The risks involved are to the viewers as to society in general,

As dimensions intersect amidst deep paranormal flight.

The clock ticks on, only as a preference,

As the unconscious mind has a conference with the conscious.

The envelope can be created by the adequate desire,

Containing targets of choice.

In the present, I can't stop farting."

" 'A circus tiger mauled and killed his trainer.

I wonder what set him off,' said the commentator.

I don't know. How would you feel if separated from your family,

You were shipped to different cities in a cage no less,

Bound of life, with pain/pleasure techniques,

And complete humility for performance under duress,

A whip no less,

If you were a tiger, would you do it?

Would you break away,

Think of escape and if desperate,

Kill and avow your infinite humiliation and guaranteed death?

Do you do it, now, as a human?

If not, then I'm sure you were not sure what set the tiger off, Mr. Commentator."

"Dates: organize the human concept of time into usable portions. Can cause us to be tricked into time-induced stress.

Rates: provide a factor of multiplication for units of usage or consumption. True universe rates are nonexistent except for the natural design necessities for qualifications of health and value.

Plates: used for serving nutrition though unnecessary in reality.  In terms of tectonics, their shift creates massive faults, earthquakes, mountain ridges, and new land.

Fates: converge after the long drama of a lifetime, long only by human time standards, a blink to the universe. Fates account for one half of our path along with free will.

Mates: bond forever in an earthly manner, irrespective of species. Work together on sailing vessels. Never mate unless there is sexual congruence.

Kates: Look good for the camera."

"Create your own evil empire,

Choose the state and the leader.

War unifies a nation in deep sociological turmoil.

Military business, the profit of aggression,

True regression of man.

You've lost your gods,

And now you will sin

The ultimate sin possible for your species,

Self elimination. "

"Time is always now,

Here, forever,

Time is always now

Gone, never,

God is now

The ruler of the present

His son, a lesson,

Born of a peasant.

We stay here always,

As our bodies go

As far as they can see

For now is again now,

Here, forever!"

"The power of protest,

John Heartfield.

The hand has five fingers,

Capable, powerful,

Asking for revolt

Of the people

Against the fascist state,

And its western industrial/financial interests.

The hand has five fingers,

Upright, revolution.

Sideways is takes us to the present,

With the third eye open

Going down.

Upside down, the hand is help,

From a position of power.

You can create, feed, construct,

Count, and comfort with the hand.

It's a dare to populace,

To stand, in unison,

With the power of protest."

"The sole nightmare that I cannot face

Is withing my daily reality,

To my subconscious, and leaves me sick, dizzy, and disoriented.

The image that executes such action in my system

Is one tied with my deepest and darkest fears,

The picture of a nice man handling electronic equipment,

The switch of a sound icon.

As my world unfolds in my brain,

My body surrenders to life's grasp on my existence.

Why mention fear of reality or my mind's existence?

Tomorrow I awake again to sacrifice for the gods,

Make the machine go,

Bring life savers home, in the rain."

"You will live death, in your life,

If all you do with your life, is avoid death.

My goal is to stop reacting in life,

While reacting more in sports.

It is great work to strip man from his home,

Clothes, education, social circle, and job,

In order to preserve his freedom and individuality,

Giving him his own dreams,

Rather than those of society.

Life's cruelty is in its forced forfeit of all worldly

possessions

In trade for one's life.

Death should only be the reward,

The aftermath, not the focus of life.

The world lives life according to death,

Rather than death in accordance to life."

"I feel I've become the victim of countless manipulations

Stemming from self-righteous shits of society,

In the name of business, in the name of art,

In the name of music, in the name of freedom,

Country, and other fucking bullshit.

My sensory tentacles fall prey to hidden dark agendas,

Secret nightmares, and fiendish perversions of man's

Unjustified will.

I questioned Paul's fears and weaknesses and now I face mine.

The devil, my dear child, is the sabotage by the Creator,

For amusement, the monkey wrench as its tool,

I have faith in nothing,

As nothing has gained faith in me.

As a victim, I will tear down my walls

So that I can breathe, in peace.

Within my own unfathomable reality."