Take a good hard look.
Inside,
The flashing lights,
the broken wires…
This is all that you’ll find.

The soul
of a reckless storm.
The entrails
of a flooded,
devastating reign.

These winds that blow in
all directions.
200 miles an hour,
it happens
faster than you think.
As it kills and kills
like a mythological beast.
Hearts and minds
its’ unholy feast.

No sympathy for the path.
No logic. No math.

The swirl of the eye.
The flutter and the fly.

Burns like a flame
as it drowns like the ocean.

Beware, beware.
Savage and brute
Nothing to say
For those in the way,
If not only

get out.

now i know exactly what i DON'T want.

they're playing this before movies.

approaching the apocalypse?

http://www.nationalguardwarrior.com/

"Global military expenditures in 2002 are estimated to be at least $700
billion. Spending on development aid in 2001 was estimated at $50 billion.

Budgets for assistance to some of the world's poorest people and vulnerable groups like refugees and victims of famine in regions like southern Africa and
Central America have atrophied.

No responsible effort to address these issues can sidestep the
disparities that exist in spending priorities. In the last two years alone
the military budget of the United States has increased by $80 billion."


source: http://www.globalpriorities.org/article1.html



very VERY interesting.

paint club is now. but i digress...


i dont know who you are.


so i look through the trash;


ill give a simple explanation/reason for intrusion---


i was just looking for a treasure.

yesterday was magical. hard to explain. but most magic is. saw a double rainbow. you can only see one in the photo. that says alot about the accuracy of photos. or perhaps it says more about our eyes. not really sure. the last photo is a painting i finished for my parents anniversary. happy 35th.

























don't forget to watch the skies tonight. gotta go... paint club has begun.

-c

my brother sent me this today. its my daily


Daily Extended: August 10, 2008

CANCER

June 22-July 22


Are you ready to let one of your walls come down? It's time to be more vulnerable in a growing relationship -- before that wall gets torn down! Things are moving forward whether you like it or not, and you will really be missing out on something special if you don't hop on and let down your guard. They won't accept shallow small talk from you anymore -- they want to know your true thoughts and what you really want out of life, because they want to see how they can fit into it.

‘HUMILIATING SOBRIETY’ and the MISSING LIMB (a godless prayer)


PART I: Lying Asleep.

Woke up to feel something
missing like a limb.
Numb and black, the ever-growing void.
Like cancerous vines that strangle
the throat of memory.

Misplacement of the metaphysical microscope.
Overlooking closeness and
purpose like danger
and its apparent absence;
our hilarious helmet.

Dreamless and dry ,
Sleepwalker countryside.
Suicide culture.
Bottle to the mouth.
Parasite to its host.
Pour into our bellies,
empty us out.

Plastic newspaper television warship
of the hijacked ‘reality’.
Commanders in chief,
so-called ‘leaders of men.’
The blackest of magic.
The blackest of hearts.

Gray eyed demon tricksters.
Circus showmen selling flaccid insurance.
Insurance of madness. Insurance of fear.(keep angry and afraid)
Selling the mirage of a vanishing god.
Brought to our knees.
Abandoned we feel
everything in order
now faith is placed into them. (removed from our shoulders)

Enter through exit.
New objects of worship.
Meaningless logos,
the name-brand mentality,
toilet-water ministry.
Cut and paste, clone-like communities.
Terror alert watch, pepper-spray stock market.
Scared of the inevitable crash and ourselves.
Speeches of freedom in united division.
Social insecurity.
FeNcE after FeNcE after FeNcE after FeNcE.
Invisible families, impossible values.

Darkening spiral,
crystalline
cellophane, our religion.
Descending detachment,
most brutal of drugs.
Consumption of distraction; from ourselves,
from our language, and from communication itself.
It seems that words never reach quite f a r enough.

PART II: Alarm.

Importance: the perverse arrangement.
Buried potential in deep, unmarked graves.
Forsaken, our families. Forsaken, our love.
Wearing ourselves like masks in the ritual.
Custom closing our circles, seemingly sealing our fate,
concealing the next notes of the octave.

Time: the unraveling string.
The knot twist eternal.
Intestines with wings.
Infinite loss. Infinite gain.
We wait for this war to be finally over.
We wait to be together again.
We wait for the rebirth.
We can no longer be waiting in vain.

Whispering to wizards,
Screaming to scribes.
Asking of artists,
the modern day shaman. (the most needed, the medicine man)
‘Bring us back to life.’
‘Paint us back to life.’
We long for completion,
begging the infinite questions.

Their answers are elegant.
Naked but secure,
The truth as it disrobes.
Hideous beauty. Complex simplicity.
These solutions sleep with our struggles, internal.
They breathe with and speak through
The mud, grass and trees, the swamps and the seas.
The sands of the lands and the stars never seen.

PART III: Lying Awake.

And they say…

‘Remember your families.
Remember your love.
Tribute the ones who were here before,
you will join them like mold.
Teach to the young who will soon be the old.
Call out the cowards who claim falsely to lead.
Return to origin.
Return to intuition.
The sacred reunion.
Humanity and its’ soul,
the function of the wave.
Perception of the particle.
Beyond the subatomic quantum mechanical.
Passing through flesh. Into the blood. Under the cells.
This once was a ‘flat world’
There is more to discover.
Although we fly, it ends in land or crash.
The freedom of flight means eventual choice.
Fall to the earth.
Look to the skies.
(Those streets that hold our spirits inside,
like lips that kiss for the first and the ultimate time.)
Our standards, our structures, (both physical and non)
must be torn down, seeding the future, cement to the past.
Lest it be forgotten, forever remember to always rebuild.
This time, build to last.
(What seems redundant is most likely just urgent.)
Resist what is known,
It betrays what is learned.
Resist what is owned,
It betrays what is needed.’

Something is missing.
It seems after all,
that in fact we are all part of both
the limb that assumes disembodiment
and its' forgetful owner gone numb.

This would have to mean…
we are all somehow missing each other.