There is a paradox in every paradigm.

December29 2011; The year is almost done and I have finally, officially settled into my new loft here in Portland. I’m writing this in my room, with my new/used desk from the one love house in Grants Pass. (Thank you Antonio!) Life has been pretty hectic and go go go for me this entire last month. Yet now, things will slow down a bit while I adjust to my new life. I live close enough to bike down to Hawthorn, or I could just jump on the 17 two blocks from my house and hit the streets at the square for my busking. I’m pretty excited to be a street musician again. The last time I was, I lived in Phoenix AZ and the light rail ride was about 45 min one way to my spot.. Here I am a lot closer, and there’s a lot more then one spot to play. Life is good.

The Copious Aid

you’ve got the number to hit it off my way
like in that number, they all sing it on Broadway
redefined in emotional contexts
that outline the alleged aesthetic, drawn out beyond text

and though we refrain to rekindle any essence found within your passivity
we reiterate the copious aid of perpetuating verbs intentionally
shifting the complacent dormancy of a subliminal truth
that hangs the idea of this consequential transcendence
you in turn forsooth

the knowledgeable ripples of an unrecognized logic
that speak of what you’ve then believed are your ethics
stating that; you train your ear to recognize idiosyncratic irony
and that you alone know when it revels in conformity

December12 2011; I’ve really been being exposed to what I believe to be peoples “true self” a lot as of late. Its interesting, because most people are just confused and asking questions all the time. I’d say that 80% of people are seeking answers, as opposed to providing them. Its kind of strange, because most all of us are fronting the image that we do have the answers. When in all actuality you are outside of your own ideologies. Not inside or even a part of them, in which creates incorrect answers. Think about it like this; You can objectively observe your foundation of life. Yet if you aren’t involved in the constant recreation of this metaphorical foundation, you can’t understand why it was even built in the first place. You can live and walk around in it, but you can’t have any real understanding of the actuality of what it actually is in reality. You in turn become in yourself; but not of yourself. Which is incredibly self destructive. Be the bricks; don’t build walls  in between them. That’ll just close in on your expansive mind.  Tear em down & build a new one off of your true-understandings instead.

Pretentious Projections

In the pertinence of disgruntled thoughts through pessimistic procreation
I found that the refuge of their symbolism, seemingly similar adjacent
to what had once been said in sequence
repetitiously recycles throughout their heads
the unrecognized formulation of the new, now-perceived  zen

was bent backwards to expose its innovative tendencies
of narcoleptic perceptions mapped out in its redundancy
they’ve clouded your chosen vision you then solidify
yet this evidence of erosion, exposes an epiphany of continuity
the name they’ve given you in turn is ambiguity

so with these unborn, post agitated seeds
I secrete the perfectionists’ idea of perceptional breeds
that elevate the legacy you’ve never seen, nor meet
fueled solely on a cup of ambition, you saw then as a threat

so, to lace up the pretentious projections that inhibit our very nature
try to see it as a choice you choose to enter
for only ideas idolize the purity of life diluted
and all parables are paradoxical when you try to refute them

December06 2011; I’ve had quite the interesting last few days.. I’ve been having a lot of extrapolating conversations with various people. It seems now that I’m leaving, people are expressing that they wish they would have gotten to know me better. I feel the same way towards all of them too. Last night I had an incredibly in depth debate concerning the “true” message of Jesus Christ. People try to justify their opinions, without a clear idea on the origins of their ideology. I found it interesting that each time this person would say “honestly” their opinion on whatever context we were addressing would then in turn line up with what I was saying. In the end, they asked if I thought that all believers were stupid. I replied simply “not at all, they just tend to keep their eyes on the intangible”. The conversation ended with them saying “I am baffled by all this. Yet I completely understand”. I want people to know that the concepts I address are very real, and they are in no way over your head. Its knowledge that we all already know. Its kinda like “tapping into your true self”, with an ethereal perspective. We all exist on multiple planes, including the astral plane aka the “spiritual realm”. This poetry serves as an external vessel of conceptual purity. If used correctly, it could potentially enhance your awareness and in turn your own consciousness. Keep on elevating your perspective. Chance is the ONLY constant. KEEP UP WITH YOUR TRUE PERCEPTIONS!

tangible ramifications

when exposing the bottomless depths of that aimless destination
in execution of an unorthodox crucifix, that’s some grand hallucination
they’re pushing on me, the misconstrued differentiated ideologies of that “one love”
attempting to reel in, new delectable ingredients they see forgotten in their “one glove”

knitted snugly to fit these new hands believed to be been born again faceless
are these the lies of the witness’ beauty born upon you like this?
To you; yes. For you believe we’re all selfish and lacking in love
so I set fire to the internal confessional, and fitted many a glove

I’ve observed its delicate domino effect that injects prophetic implications
corroding daily personifications of true tangible ramifications
engulfed by simple metaphor concepts, claimed at crediting the creator
They’re all the same idea, taught through a different debater
 
starting with one brick, horizontally scraping bottom on this conceptual landscape
we’ve erected our orthodontic fabricated agony of a masochist’s mind state
its brainless and stagnate, yet its all you can see
such a foolish representation of the the one you call me

December03 2011; A lot has been going on in my head. I’ve been included in numerous aggressive arguments, in which the context is only defined by an existentialist’s view on life as a whole. Such as subjects that question if you’re perception of reality actually lines up with your current thoughts. These arguments have only occurred with one person.. They are continuously questioning whether or not their thoughts are relevant to others. Its pretty frustrating.. Also its kind of unnerving when the only thing that seems to give my racing mind a break is reading about quantum physics… Quantum physics proposes the actuality that thoughts hold a vibrational frequency, and that we all exist on the same “level” of thought frequency. They have even held experiments exposing the influences of both positive and negative thought on the human body. Its real, and so are you.

Obliged

self directed implications of an adopted image
are implementing the vibrations of your voice
I wait on him to fall back on this contradiction
for when suitably used, it rectifies an alteration

of what might be accepted as an actual worthy cause
with the time taken to figure out what you’ve then in turn lost
these hypothetical beginnings serve as an insignificant ending of life
though its reach is beyond those who provide meaning in strife

its sending illusive illusions, throughout tangible perspectives
including an undefinable essence of aeclectic objectives
you’ve been told similar ideas, with the point being to press on
yet regardless of the overbearing weight, this is how we live on

with prescribed sedatives, that create exponential distinctions
of this humanistic nature, full of disposable positions
and although this was not the plan you had today
you feel obliged to to find meaning in it, each and everyday

November29 2011; Recently I’ve been sitting back and observing everyone’s characachers, such as their reactions to simple everyday things. I find it interesting how life seems to be pushed forward by simple reactions. Yet when you react to something, without thinking about what your reaction is creating; you only touch on the surface of what life truly is. Unaware of what you’ve then, in turn created. That simple fact, is what the piece I wrote today aims at exposing. I’ve recently been diagnosed with something.. Its nothing serious. I just choose not to share the news of its actuality, due to its personal nature. Needless to say; it’s dramatically shifted my personal perception of life. I really need to start preforming my spoken word shit.

Rippling Imminence

characachers of semi-poetic existences and external influences
intrigue the unnamed masses of ubiquitous complexities, reduced
to erase all evidence of this unobtrusive intelligence
in which precedes the simple fact truth of your multi-plane resonance

as an eclectic reflective image of the metaphysical
all the world is just vibration, interpreted through light lyrically
in which obtains a higher understanding of your actual output
from your birth until; now, reflect on the input

not the material possessions, but perhaps on the idea of that commoner
or have you forgotten, the unawakened idea of this creator
inside the vessel in which encapsulates your consciousness
this path is wide, yet narrow to an unopened mind
that is no coincidence

so be careful of deceit, while you begin to garden your mind
for just a seed of that thought, potentially grows a tree of its kind
creating deep, new roots for you to explore and rewind
providing an awareness, sometimes thought as divine

listen to the dissidence, for you can feel when it’s wrong
like an internal sense you’ve connected with, and have known all along
channeling something higher than your current state
its a rippling imminence, absorbing all which we create

November21 2011; Its crunch time… I’m leaving to Portland very soon, and still don’t have a clear idea on what is going to happen when I get there. Living comfortably in this house in Grants Pass, I’m realizing how mundane life is here. If anyone reading this knows of a couch or place that Renee` and I could crash on for a week or two. Talk to me; you’d be clearing a very cluttered mind. I’ve got money to get myself into a place. I just find it easier to find a home when you are actually in the town that you’re looking in. I seem to be getting better at writing too. Well at least in my opinion, I guess you all are the judge of that though. I think my prescriptions are birthing an entirely different “Conifur”. I am very grateful for this.

Internal Perception

to read the messages that left impressions on the unintended
they corrupt this context, taken now to the extreme
though you have indeed created, all in which you see
this war; and in turn the fear in which envelops
your last breath, and it’s nobody else’s business
though without what you repress, they can not develop

their food for thought, to set fire to this poem
and observe the smoke in which I breathe
for you alone, give the action meaning
whether or not the idea even exists

and although it is an inevitable, submersible idea
it implies that the abstraction of remedial subjects remain without fear
these artists write out the guidelines of surrealistic observations
in the form of an idea, lies untouched in a simplistic question;
are you really in charge of your internal perception?

November18 2011; I have no fucking clue on what I should write in this “introduction” today. So this is all that I’m going to write, right here. Right now; Give me some god damned feedback already. Please?

vagrants of  frequency

you wonder how you got here, resenting these expectations
as if it even mattered, laced up in an intuitive reaction
just slip and watch it genuinely shatter
separated by guilt, to define exposed matter

its a new beginning, this inhalation of breath
created to end, as if only in death
it cleanses new perceptions, reflecting somehow
another point of view to just, be here right now

dismiss the marginalized stress
of definitive restlessness, observed when at rest
for your impression is sizable
it resembles independence, uncommon in their principle

yet these inadequate justifications of a pure, true existence
are revelations of a truth, intangible in word resonance
these vagrants of  frequency are fluent in vibration
they repress unorthodox ideals, found within your intention

that translate the message of vestigial revolutions
endowed in an exponential dissemination of modest contributions
echos that one uncommon thread
eternally repeating, on and on in our head

November15 2011; shit got all flipped upside down and all fucked, as life tends to do for me whenever I’m about to make “big changes” for myself. It looks Like I’m going to be moving up to Portland, with nothing but a backpack full of essentials ($ and clothes), my bike and a guitar. The plan is to couch surf, or “hostile surf” until we can find a suitable place of our own, where my dogs can live too. Its kinda pointless looking for places, while I’m in southern Oregon cause I can’t actually see any of the places, or talk face to face with any of the home owners. So I guess I’m gonna be just another vagrant in Portland trying to plant my roots in a suitable condition. I’m kind of excited.

The Myth of a Just Life

admiration of the core idea, objectively believed to control
your own work, through manifested vocals
for the oblivious are obvious, dormant and demented with no direction
faces weaved and positioned at the present table, yet without an intention

for existing is not always just as living right now
wherever you’re supposed to be, you are just living now
yet just living can be unjust, justified only by what what is, just life
living off thoughts encaged in an ideology of what is, your just life

in which hysteria, encased in a liquidated myth
ingested all throughout humanity; created wordsmiths
they have learned to nurture nature, they are not god; yet god is them
and overall, we just can not comprehend

November09 2011;Busy, busy, busy is my life. I’ve got work literally everyday until I move to Portland (minus Wednesdays). 12 hour days… But anyways. I haven’t been saying shit lately;just listening a lot. Not very many people seem able to think about their actions objectivity, and I believe that is an important thing to do. When objectively projecting your consciousness outside of yourself, you can better understand who the fuck you really are. I’ve been seeing to many people basing their foundation of life off of things/ideas they don’t fully understand. And objectively speaking, I don’t see them ever really understanding the significance of what they are building their thoughts of off. By definition faith is believing in something that lacks physical proof/understanding. Therefore you CAN NOT understand, but you CAN have faith in your fundamental foundation of life. Wouldn’t that mean that you can never fully understand yourself? Yet you can in tern, have faith in yourself? Personally, I prefer to completely understand myself instead. Look in-between the lines, and fit together the pieces your self. Life is just one huge ass puzzle anyways.

Irrelevant Relevancy

these looking glasses have an unintended tainted view
cultivating states of an ancient mind, perceived of as new
to refute implicated expansions of work, under an external command
with physiological attempts of diligence, seeds push up from the sand

though some may see the apex as an unanswered question
you’re already there;inhale and ascend to the silent discrepancy of intention
fall into the dampened echo of your unearthed expressions, inside of your repression 
patiently wait there, then manifest a true perception

move forward with the truth
understand yourself, with an overbearing weight of proof
for in time, everything will inevitably change
and unless you do too, it’ll all seem the same

happenings, tangible in a problematic solution
seems there’s nothing left to do but increase evolution
to emulate “illogical” thinking in a paradoxical existence
then to seek out words, retaining specific resonance

just a touch of said energy that conforms to my purpose
perforates the verbiage, when misunderstood it’s worthless
it seems so relevant in the irrelevance of a conformed ideology
amongst unintended repressions of a truth told reality

October28 2011; Days have been pretty repetitive this week, yet in a good way. I’ve gone through a lot of physiotherapy the last 3 days, and it all keeps circling round to a lot of cognitive positive reinforcement and in term, attracted some desires as well. According to the cosmos I have some type of wonderful opportunity awaiting me;as long as I divert from my repetitive behavior of self pity. Therefore I don’t think I’ve ever been happier or more grateful to simply exist. I pity the fool, and god dammit I know I ain’t no fool. *redundancy intended.

Just as easily

to differentiate the osculation, that laces up basics
underlining major intentions of a faded out placement
to fixate on a suitable condition, the meditation method
bringing forth ethics unbeknownst in this perception

it casts shadows off  of the contextual display
all in which inhibit the artist’s overbearing cliché
in correlation to the apex inevitably displaced
designated to question an ethical display

these impressions continue to revel in benevolence
evoking a sense of sensibility, though lacking in prevalence
they’ve walked through the stimulus needled eye
just as easily as the question of why