Things

...it is all about the things, isn't it?

...you can touch and taste and feel and hear and see and smell things. All manner of things and things decay and rot and disappear and even sometimes reappear. There are living things and dead things and things supposed to never have a life to begin with, but I believe all things are living, alive. Even rocks and soil. (soil was proven alive eons ago)

There is vacuous space in between the crystals of rock where life inhabits. There is vacuous and unexplained space that microscopically separates the different tissues of a person or animal too. And all things when broken down to the smallest common denominator seem without a reason to exist. Dust in the myriad of winds.

So when did people become things? Expendable and unnecessary things? I'm not just talking human folk here either but all the beasts of bi-peds and all the low creatures on all fours. We treat ourselves less than we do our possessions and find that the more life that inhabits something, the greater chance of snuffing that light-life out of it. The beaten dog and traumatized cat or eaten frog. We consume and congest ourselves with the decay of others. And have not risen our self above the station of what we were. In fact, we have devolved ourselves into a lower creature that only learned how to walk upright, for I see far more empathy and compassion from ants towards their own kind than they (people) do among mankind. But now...we are breakable and expendable and thrown out with yesterday's trash. Bodies lying in heaps upon one another and a whispered voice echoing mad movies from long ago.

It is thought to be inhuman to be cannibals. It is thought to be feral and unholy and not proper, and yet, it is common. Quite human and beast alike to cull the herd among themselves. Survival of the fittest doesn't mean to equip the weak with armor and sword and send them out to battle. It means that you ARE only as strong as your weakest link. And we are a lot of weak and useless, lifeless ore. I have become desensitized to the melee. I have become immune to the tears of the children and old alike and become hardened with each breathe consuming the oxygen of this place every single time a tree is cut and no seed put back in its place. We fancy ourselves superior because we can fathom entities we cannot see and believe in some divine providence and that somewhere and somehow there is a place of our own personal heaven that awaits us above all other living things, save dogs and cats.

How dare! We are the vermin and rot in this universe. We need to expend our efforts to creating a lasting legacy that allows ALL creatures great and small to live in unity. But alas, a gal can dream and can dream big but alone cannot make the spectacle of such. I merely sit and take notes on whom should stay and go and evolve and in my own perfect fantasy decide who should rule and how and what areas...for now I am the sum of my broken body and my mind and the dev'lish thoughts held therein...for now...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

~Singularity~

there comes a time when we all reflect on the presence of others or the lack of their presence. I do this often as even my own species seems to be community oriented and in keeping with the company of others...I had a wonderful conceptual poem I writ today on my social network but felt it deserved more attention. I didn't it title it then but have come up with one befitting the mood...

~Singularity~

the absence of a communal relativity
within a coalescing mutuality of existence
can be detrimental to one's health
and id

it is never good to be without 
it is never wise to be within
there is an affront to being withheld
especially from all

but this lacking, this yearning
drives the spirit from the cave
forces the soul from the flesh
pushes the mind from the mundane

transports this "matter"
along lit line
to places beyond
and farther still

how I lament this condemnation
when can I resurrect the death
of what was natally spewn
when the pieces are infinite

for now
there I sit foraging
for the particles that will fill
my famine and my will.

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves

Unwanted Things

we want things as individuals. Even as groups we want things. But in order to want something, one must "un" want something. We want to be loved but unwant indifference and we want to be held and unwant the empty cold shoulder across the room...unwanted...

All of us do it. We bark about all the things we have or don't have and feel we need. If you are breathing, then you have your needs. These are things we want, not need. I bitch about global peace and conservation and fairness...but in order to accept that I want these things I have to understand and also accept that unfairness and greed and corruption are unwanted. And I do. But not all of us share my sentiment...and it would be a fool's game to expect them to. I like that...a fool's game. A show of hands...who here has played a hand or two?

My disdain is complete in the fact I am able to forgive and accept the things that I am unable to change. I can't change everyone's mind but my arrogance KNOWS I can enrich it, if even you pose as unwilling for only true ignorance is bliss and not chosen forgetfulness and ignorance. While you were in the dark with me I brought you "light" in the form of knowledge. It doesn't matter if you bought it or not or believe in it or not, it doesn't matter if it was unwanted...you gained it regardless and can no longer sit on your laurels and feign ignorance. It is a lie...well, you "can" feign...but you are LIVING the lies you tell and that is fueling your ambition and elevating your humanness how? Nirvana and oneness isn't built upon a bed of lies and it's no wonder some lose tempers and sleep when given knowledge because of the wars held within them to accept it. I know why I am unloved.

I don't recall what point I accepted that truth. This is not in disrespect to the fans or the handful of people who truly do love me...though even some of them don't fully accept my form of writ and wit. All I am aware of is that I was quite young. Most of my greatest epiphanies came upon me at a tender age when my body was very innocent while my mind whirled uncontrollably into the pits of awareness, my own personal hell and prison to which I would never escape, not intended to escape. I am the Santa Claus of this dark, dank, desolate world. I put on the coat and the hat and I can't undo it until someone else takes and puts them on. And I don't see that happening soon but I do suspect you and I all know who will if she's brave enough. And I am not sure if that's the life I want(ed) for her. So here I am accepting the balance and order of things. A cruel mastress and gentle ministress (yes I spelled them correctly for they are my own words and convey exactly as they sound) to the audience that pulls up some grass and listens. What is she saying? What does it mean? And does she really believe the things she lets fall from her lips? You betcha. I believe every single thing. I have humility too. Not because I feel inferior, rarely feel that nowadays but because I feel centered and comfortable and aware they may be others ahead of me on the same journey so why shouldn't they also be ahead of me spiritually and intellectually. I expect it. I embrace it and look forward to learning from them if I get the chance to stumble across them. And I have.

The things that are unwanted in my life are also accepted as inevitability...neglect, loss, regret, hurt, sadness, pain and vengeance...they are all there along with malice and contempt and I embrace them as I always have while dreaming of a world where they no longer exist and where mankind has risen above their stations to be something the gods can be proud of...for now, I wallow and smile in a bloody grimace through the disdain and spread my own balancing dose of horseshit and sunshine. Enjoy...*mirthy laughter echoing and fading...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.