Author: mobleysurfer

Change is the only constant.

Close to the Edge

I sit in wonder, starring through glass into a greener world.  Natural flavors augmented my body into a tea leaf, more natural than the bacteria in my gut alone.   Structures of landscapes, built by man to be observed by man.  3 hairs irritate me more than my churning stomach. This is the learning environment, people around with words in the air spark flow of my words onto a paper that should be filed with notes.  I’ve never had a winners mindset, I am who I am, I am content in the worst way possible, confused with ideologies.  To be the best that you can be, acquire power and wealth, to serve the people of the world.  Or I find my way which is unique to myself, carried by my heart and hopes.  Content with today only to carry through to tomorrow a smile satisfied by the day working to save your dollar to smile on the next.  Hungry stomachs carry frowns to register in the minds of on lookers, smile to clear your head, drawing the pain out of the face that has corroded into cold demeanor.  A Bohdisattva’s job is to cure all the suffering of the world.  My view is from so high up compared to everyone around me, my desires turn to shrink down to met my peers, to share their world with me.  Leaving, that is my rock bottom, to pick up and go away, leave it all behind.  Why be apart of the “World” when you don’t know your path?  I think of myself as a drifter.  To embrace the landscape for exactly what it is.  

Its A Wonderful Life

Walking towards tomorrows paces, Keeping track of peoples faces, Straight line, do your job, factories glean with fading dreams.

The Pace car of life goes the speed limited by the structure. Apocalypse man, population sky rockets as mars goers gear up for a fatal frontier. Sky is the infinite, rolling through the burrito that was made on counter top that had no relationship to the burrito, I think as I dodge a beans and cheese assault.

Contrary to life there is no meaning to this post.

Life is good, Life is bad

Sometimes great sometimes sad

The learning curve never ends

Far enough around the next bend

Uncertain till life’s end

Reflecting waters claim the soul

To peel away what it once knows

To be true if these burdens were not there

I don’t care I don’t care

Seen in the light, a way to be

Far away in front of me

Staring through depths into light

Knowledge is what makes one bright

Open minds on surgeon tables

Borrow one to see if able

Capable if we are strong

Getting out when things are wrong

Balance if you can

Perish when you don’t

Top of Mauna Kea

Silly Playful Why?

Cancer

Survivors are hairless

A jog through Hiroshima

6 months, a year, 50%

Fear and disbelief settle

Reality redefined with a hard smack

Test test test uncertainty

A lump, a bump, colon

Lemons are kinky

Oranges are smooth

Watermelons are bold

Apples are kind

Avocados are quite

Cucumbers are silly

Honeydews are Not to be trusted, a few pieces in they turn into demons worse than phosphoric acid in a bull ring, stay away honeydew or I’ll send the ghostbusters on you honeydew.

Brave New World

When people are deprived of wealth while others burns their’s on image.  What will happen next? The people distracted by work, news, a so called life, to suppress is the end.  When a common goal is set, strike and protest will reach the feet of giants, hell will be thrown to the desk of gold.  I’m a Marxist dream of revolution.  Uprising of peace waged with war for justice and the uncovering of right and wrong, to settle the debt of the people and nation.  I lived through the time when the world woke up, sparked the greatest change is history, when storms recked the foundations of hope and homes.  Greed burned a hole in the pockets of powers, it blurred the numbers of bank statements making them come up short in shaky hands.  To speed up the progression of humanity by making these mistakes now, in this modern era. Unbalance division of wealth is an age old problem that will meet it’s match through the connectivity of the world.  Aldous Huxley said that “Men do not learn much from the lessons of history, and that itself is the most important of all the lessons of history.”  Sovereign nations should use history as the basis for policy, or at least be consulting with an eye doctor the see what is on the horizon.  The progress of liberty has been made only on the surface.  How long can things really continue down the same path as they’ve been on, major problems have only been pushed back to be dealt with later.  Major change is frightening and is sure to piss off a lot of people but if something isn’t done to fix how our government operates were going to be worse off than if we implement change today.

History shows that empires fall, unbalance of wealth, opportunity, and happiness.  We are all hungry, some for success others just for food.   All men are created equal sure, but show me how that applies in the social world.  The social contract binds us to this dream that is on display in magazines and movies.  “We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world” – Tyler Durden  It is happening all around us, the craziness of the world presented in an appealing syntax to spark our interest.  So we can have a moment of grief, gratefulness, or a shake of the head then we go on our way.  Although the Earth centered model of the universe, we now know is wrong, we still go about business as if we are.  The world is in our heads, we cruise through space around a black hole, laughing through infinate space, the only way to go.