OM-T(w)o
who-m it ma(i_) mean something,
It’s
difficult to explain, to decide where to begin… My relatively third year,
perhaps. Betwixt observations inside of the corporate chain, one connected to
primarily McDonalds, Apple, Jamba Juice, partially Starbucks, one’s view of the
entire nation and governmental structure begins to not only shift, but morph
into a twisted-omniscientdisgustedallseeing-everything. We may discuss things
such as panoptic structures, yet any discussing tends to bring forth
accusations, mostly in terms paranoia, etc.. I am not blind to such things. The
institutionalized America, corporate chains, essentially the fabric of American
culture, tends to run, ruin, and shape, several lives. People are made and
broken inside of the vicious chain, where people hide their motives like Hawks.
Hoc ergo, quis incipio, ultravisavistuprobitas…
Verti, Verto, Veritas Vivo. Cogito!!..! Where Rimbaud, Robert Anton, Rilke,
cummings, Cavafy, even Petra ring forth like a liberamibell. How does
one EXPLAIN!
Cavafy
explains the cycle, “The same everywhere… we flee, only to find what we ran from
more potently in front of our eyes.” The fear, to eliminate fear… There is a
chain, with a peak. Aware in their own respects, every individual (LAUDA)
begins to appreciate, respect, problematize, trap, and understand things in
diverging manners. The idiosyncrasies (CRAS) of the modern fabric is
used (sed) to exemplify the theory, to each his own. However, as a
person begins to see, to view, to observe, one becomes…. How to explain! There
is a peak, a ruling class who guides (SED) the (DURDING-PT.- Der...
t-he) majority of lives with complete awareness; there is a funnel, with a
peak, a tip, where a minority of only few control. Between a governmental
election based (yet) around an electoral college, where votes are deviate from
the common understanding of democratic equal voting, where laws apply only to
the few, where degrees and majors are equipped beneath belts like a canon,
where there is continual misunderstanding, confusion, and a general fleeting
desire to simply avoid, there are the few who strive, stand out, and even
silently alter the fabric like a thread upon a knitted cap. How to
explain!.!.!!!
Power.
Responsibility. Power. Responsibility. Power. Responsibility. Could this
language (veritas) explain enough, a sufficient summary (VISUSSUM) to put another
in a position to comprehend (C OM-PR). Here, I try to show bread like pain,
demands from this non-existent barrier to fix this, to fix that, where mere
guesstimations and calculations like summations integrated with physic
_(Viv0) to optimize, equalize, and balance a system which (HIC)
supports not the majority, even while few realize. How to explain!
…how
to explain in terms for you to comprehend? You read these words and begin to
inquire, is he c-ra-z-y? To this I respond a person seeking to explain may not
always be understood, a poet, an originator, an artist, deserves to be analyzed
for a reason, not merely casted aside. How to
explain…. Open-mindedness compiling massive information from a series of
disciplines- what for, one may inquire?- to find- complete. Per-HA-P.S. there is
no clearer way to explain.
I found myself in a globalized household. I
became an ambassador of sorts, a treaty maker, a preventer. Each person from a
differing walk of life, a differing country, a differing ideological frame-work
and level of comprehension; together the few of us began to intertwine
knowledge. What forces (VIS) drove us together? Here we exceed the level of
government structures, scholastic institutions, corporate governance, not a
branch from our mere government… Not deviate completely, here is an important
part not to be misunderstood- Each played their own role, naturally- it was a
combination from a globalized perspective, not one government, multiple.
Vis
a vis…
I
was in the process of completing a few books, and creating new ones. It was
decided a semester of school was less important. There was something
unexplainable, writing beyond a bible, beyond scripture. The plan was- graduate
on time, with the class of 2012, and spend a semester focusing on nothing aside
from… From… Art. How to explain…
I
began showing up to classes. I went to the classes which had the most
significance, up until mid-semester. Mid-semester there was a transitory
period. Here, I began to separate for a series of reasons. Meditation,
linguistic patterns, communication techniques, essays diverging from the voice
necessary. And…
I
suppose the answer ultimately boils down to this, does it not?
The accident was more than an accident, with more than
symbolistic and underlying themes… It was more than analyzing life. It was a
series of both spiritual manifestos, human control, and brainwashing, as
peculiar as one may believe such an explanation to be. The story… The story…
Serious,
Vent tú....
'twas
driving northbound, seeking a place to reside, a place to call home. Passed
many towns and cities, malcontented with the majority of them, at least for a
hometown. I drove through Mt. Tamalpais, the view was stunning. I was searching
for TJ-trabajar, familiarly dis familiar.
As
I was driving, I began contemplating my life up til present pointland portae.
The night before ca...spe... Oro... Mi... Spell¡ aid, or at least with a
friendly remembrance of
JK...
CP…
Disfunctio
word? Guess… Perfecting….
Anyways,
The
drive was filled with music from my past, songs rekindling the emotions I felt
before, before I was twisted into sensate sapiente legali libero-me system. I
remember being in love, I remember... Must trust....
I
realized it was my time to find new, a new life, a new direction. I
realizenation there to remember what was l, and how far 2 look 2…
I
began to gaze and curiously inquire with my inner Self, what how ideal appear
to me? I decided it would be quaint, unique, immersed in nature, interformula
cito-villa. The drive showed so near, yet none seemed perfitto. Night daunting,
night shroused, night immersero fog. My mind was creating towns.
I drove.
A
story came to mind, near ping, near pong... perro curiosa,
signifina.
I
found myself behind a large line of cars, and I passed. I had been driving supremely,
I went through San Francisco roller-pastiera-montis- smoothly. I passed the
cars and found vast. There fog... The night seemed drenched in a cloud of
mystery. A petit red car was in front, IT hesitantly let me pass.
There
was significance to the little red car.
I
went around a corner, Above 55, numeral tu. Accendo... Turn was fairly
wide,myet right enough to wu or wi. I thou
G
t appropriate velocità.
Jet
pilot, ignizione!!!, soaring Explorer o vast...
Car
went around turn, went sideways. to correct, o ver, stereo mille singng,
with
a spin,
car
sideways.
I
turning wheel and tires caught what must have been dry.
The
car flipped
and
began rolling.
I
remember calm.
The
car rolled over toward the cliff, I saw it coming. Through the chaos, there was
some sort of peace in the air, in the mystery, in the timing of the unknown. I
flew off the cliff
CrASHED!
T
r ee,
BooM!
car
reversal down, yet a moment devoid gravity. My car door was jammed shut, I
could barely move. The cars insides were swarmed with oil, exhaust. My right
arm, unaware at the time, could barely bend. I struggled for what felt an hour
trying to unlatch the buckle to set myself free. "libero me, libero
me..." The airbag(s) et plura deflated, it didn't even seem. I reached
toward the passenger door, with a sense of intrigue. It opened. It was
love-locked before crashed. It was love-
unlocked
from who...
Blood
was pouring from my brain and head profusely, a new form- vehicular intestines.
gasoline or internal..?. trickle, trickle...
Aspettiamo....
...Estranging.
Liquid inside. I felt as if "al mighty... Speek...." Nike bag somehow
gloriously landed perfectly-
Median
of dashboard.
Pi.
The shirt I was wearing beneath was one of those symbols you see when your
heart’still intact.
I
steer, I thought. I steer, I knew. Yet… Yet… Quis? Mind control, a foetal
negation, a mental bridge persistently slammed into. An abundance of saneness
overflew through my mind. Sadness. Pain. Eternal omniscience. “Dominus, MAGNUS,
MAGUS!” I screamed to nothing.
Stuck
inside a vehicle, locked then unlocked, from who?
Upon
pietas…. Stumbled to freeway. Cars zoomed by, most without empathy to slow
velocity and reduce acceleration. I waited, puddles of blood in my wake, body
nearly broken.
Time
existed not. Time- a dimension created by mortalis, humans attempt to
grasp this eternity we therefore know as existence. I waited. I waited. I
waited. I waited. As if my heart was more broken than my body… How… How… Who…
A
half an eternity passed. Thoughts of heartbrokenness, a loss of public trust,
where I found myself… Myself. Alone.
Alone…
Alone?
A
flash- ambulance.
“PR-OM-ITATiS!”
Probitas… I thought.
A
word containing the fundamental powers to heal, to hinder, to impair… To
combine and fix.
Who
knew.
i,
world pulls away.
i
pull
away.
i…
i…
When
Distance out loops wormholes, portae, uni-versa rushes, temporal;
pause,… new… world, return,
return....
To
in love with someone new... ¿Who?Quid, quis, quis...
And
there was normalcy.
A
median, a center, a social-determined norm.
Again,
love, again and again, yet return, to win.
As
if the entire universe collapses for one instant…
The
car accident was, to put it simply, life threatening. The loss of blood was
astronomical, the potential risk was even steeper. This brings me to now…Here I remain. A living American Dream.
Awakened. A meditative energy of knowledge continually expanding and bursting
like a Big Bang.
Where
there is a unique individual, there is hope. If…
Veritas…
Sun-net…
At
Five, An If… i’D
The
names began to shift in some nonexistent game
Where
suns began a battle, battling again.
Magnus
becomes key, wholeheartedly,
Ancient
keeps turning the world upon my key.
Glorious
and pitiful, a no one and a king
Notorious
and infamous, an invisible celebrity,
Ultimately
untimely, patiently all one,
Sempervivoo
forever, forever turns to one,
Intrinsic
turns to thus, singular to us;
Newness
a perspective, future becomes trust.
Eternity
a glimmer, temporal alters now,
Tenaciously
vivacious, from Amor, you are my wow...
Love,
here is renewal, purity, and free
Again
i feel Here you, a here to you from me;
