nuisance

You get so deep under my skin
If my heart beats i will detonate.
But im no time bomb...
You're pushing my body to its greatest possible degree
I can't endure this pressure
I can't abide by your demands
My self control is reaching its peak
And I am left with two options
Destroy or be destroyed
I just want to live without the aftermath.

Communication

Communication: the activity of conveying information or a connection allowing access between persons or places.

Has anyone else noticed the way REAL communication seems to be falling into obscurity? By REAL communication I mean communication between people where emotions and tones are involved - for example, over the phone or in person. Everything is ELECTRONIC. Text messages, MYSPACE, e-mail, AIM, etc. i am very guilty when it comes to this so please don't call me a hypocrite - I'm just astonished by it. Really.

It's almost as though modern communication is really just a collection various ways to "copout".
We can no longer be "put on the spot". We now get a few moments, even a few days, weeks, or months, if we'd like, to respond. Nothing is "at first thought". everything is planned, thought out, thought about, asked about, told to us by others, and simply SCRIPTED. So, do we really know one another?

I feel as thought with all this new technology we are being deprived of the opportunity to communicate to the full extent of our ability. Thus, being deprived of one of the most important aspects of our existance among one another.

Speaking of technology - is the human purpose falling into obscurity? we operate computers, but will computers one day operate us? Are we giving up man power to a man made object?

or...are we just that lazy?

I Got Faith Instead Of Fear

Ive become blind - my vision disabled by the boundaries of my mind yet still i see; my life's not full as it used to be..but i've seen reality and its certainly for me but its not free. this life it has a price. a small amount won't be suffice, but if i take my own advice i'll sacrifice; everything, I know. This world is ever changing, so along with it I'll grow, I'll reach the dawn. The point where dark becomes the light. And though I'll never win this fight sometimes I think I might - so I hold on. And I won't ever let this go! Cause I got faith instead of fear that my dear freedom might be near - yet still I wonder...Is there really something more?I've seen the break of dawn before but maybe this time I'll explore this twist of fate..

The body is the only tangible aspect of our existance.

The body is the only tangible aspect of our existance. the mind, soul, and spirit are untouchable. Nobody and nothing has the power or the ability to affect my mind without my permission or desire. Only my physical self is subject to being affected against my will. People speak to me, are they speaking to ME or are they speaking to the face, and the body they see before them?

I'm beginning to believe that, If I can make an adamant, consistant, and conscious effort to be aware of this vast separation between the body and the mind - then I will find ABSOLUTE peace. ABSOLUTE freedom. The absolute state of existing. To truly understand and believe that the most precious, most valuable, most private component of ME does NOT have to reflect what occurs either to, or around my physical self...the self enpowerment that comes through this must be immeasurable. Just a thought.

'Till later....

I Refuse To Be A Figment Of Anyones Imagination

It's unfortunatethe way honesty is so often mistaken for cruelty. When people are approached by sincerity most are so unfamilliar to it that they almost take it as a threat. I will not change for the world around me, nor will I attempt to change the world for myself.I will merely tolerate this existance, I'll flow through time as though it's my only sense of reality, as though its the only thing I've got to hold on to. So many people seem to forget that others exist around them. I'm tired of people who dont seem to understand that dreams do not exist when we are awake, those who are living as though the fantasy inside their head is actually occurring in the world around them... None of us are characters in a play within someone elses mind.I refuse to be a figment of anyones imagination. i wont even get involved.

Time Is Artificial

So I'm Trying to Expand Upon my Theory that Time is Man Made, or Essentially Artificial.
The definition of time is: The continuum of experience in which events pass from the future, to the present, to the past.

Of course I can't disagree. However, my issue is that not only do each of us perceive time differently, but the literal "time" (One o'clock, two o'clock, minutes, hours, days, weeks years, and so on and so fourth.) are merely man made methods of organization and classification that have been so deeply and thoroughly engrained in us for so many "centuries" that nobody realizes we're all measuring our time the "man-made" way. Nobody stops to think - what does time mean to me? How does time feel to me? The bottom line is, we are all programmed to abiding by and basing our existences on this manufactured version of time.

I say we burn all the calendars, get rid of the clocks, and make the best of time rather than trying to organize it. The sun rises, the sun sets, the weather changes in undeniably evident patterns, and all living creatures age.

Why not let these facts be our only observation of the progression of time?

I mean, insects don't have clocks,
why should we?

Everything Is Temporary

The natural human state is empty, silent, naked, temporary. We are merely visitors of this world. I've been thinking about my past. How I used to treat my body and mind as though it were my playground rather than my temple or sanctuary. I've been trying to be more aware of my thoughts and where they stem from. I've been trying to figure out the dynamics of my mind, what fuels and inspires me. I've realized that while I don't particularly like the human race, people are truly my number one source of inspiration. Everyone who crosses my path has an impact on my visit here in this world. Anyone has the ability to trigger an idea in my head, add a new piece of art to the walls of my mind. I walk these corridors quietly, choosing carefully what I choose to put on display for the world outside me. This exhibit is open only to me.