A magick of peace
To belong with laughter
And find in it strength;
To be a kind lover
Who is present at length;
To choose a friend
Whom patience thou lend:
May such melodious changes
Be what life's music arranges.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Dream is Beauty
I was born here. That is the day of the trouble. I name the trouble answer. The angry feeling of a lurid crone is alive. I alive.?
I need being of love. I need to ask you, what does this need? I need a way to be soft so I am peaceful.
I borrowed my own love. I was a mess. This is the only problem I have. I am trying to understand what need does. I am here for this need. I love the need. I have to belong to myself.
Thank you for listening to a gay leftist. Ask me what it is to say there is a thought which is laughter?
Since blaming this world of my life is like being drunk and liking a way to be aroused, I will change my love so I can be strong -- not a moment of pain but trees; ditching is a way to give yourself that pardon which you wished for.
No more drunkenness in my mind.
Okay, so I thought of racism as a ride to a masquerade. I was fascist but not a flower (a homosexual). There is only a part of me that is good. I wish for her to belong to the person she needs, who is safe: Julia Murray. Thank you for listening -- again, a way to be alive is to feel good about the Goddess sharing love with your thoughts. The will of the Goddess? Right now, I am alive to be a capitalist world in which buying is good and thoughtfulness is strong. I have bought peace. I have thought of myself as loving and now I wish to be home.
Dear Goddess: If capitalism is drugs, then I am not free.
Large entangled antlers want freedom from acting.
I need being of love. I need to ask you, what does this need? I need a way to be soft so I am peaceful.
I borrowed my own love. I was a mess. This is the only problem I have. I am trying to understand what need does. I am here for this need. I love the need. I have to belong to myself.
Thank you for listening to a gay leftist. Ask me what it is to say there is a thought which is laughter?
Since blaming this world of my life is like being drunk and liking a way to be aroused, I will change my love so I can be strong -- not a moment of pain but trees; ditching is a way to give yourself that pardon which you wished for.
No more drunkenness in my mind.
Okay, so I thought of racism as a ride to a masquerade. I was fascist but not a flower (a homosexual). There is only a part of me that is good. I wish for her to belong to the person she needs, who is safe: Julia Murray. Thank you for listening -- again, a way to be alive is to feel good about the Goddess sharing love with your thoughts. The will of the Goddess? Right now, I am alive to be a capitalist world in which buying is good and thoughtfulness is strong. I have bought peace. I have thought of myself as loving and now I wish to be home.
Dear Goddess: If capitalism is drugs, then I am not free.
Large entangled antlers want freedom from acting.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Pressure
There was a family. I altered the family. There was possibility for the one who was right to think about possibility (the anger darted itself to a world of possibility, thinking as love believes in apples -- art as possibility, dreams as open to thought of money and God death and stink.)
I sought nothing from itself. I sought power from a way to anger others for being a woman. I asked to be thoughtful. I asked to be good. No one who says they are thoughtful and good is strong or free. Strength and freedom believe in openness to God, the nut job of my thoughts.
Castles -- the kind in chess -- always make you thoughtless: they anger you with nothing but thought of money and thought of family.
I told you I found my friends and I found my Goddess in the dream of my own softness, in the hope of being the Goddess for my mother.
I seek to give her softness. I seek to be thoughtful and alive. I ask to be thoughtful and good.
Edification of body is a failure. I only wished for myself to be mothered -- a way to ask for myself to give happiness as a thought of beauty.
I sought money for my love.
Ashes and love bring dreams of stink and pasts of anger toward this failure to be peaceful.
I am worried about nothing because of the nature of failure: anger toward love is about worry and thoughtless anger -- the knowledge of pain derives from a love of my cruelty. I did not say I wanted God to be thoughtful to me. I was another crooked possibility of freedom.
Golden love: the answer to peace is safety and pain. Pain is money and safety is art. I wish to feel the need of myself to give peace. I know I am part of the anger. I know there was softness; I was thoughtful; I was a part of rights (the need for rights is also a family of love).
Elevation of pain is the kind that you wished for in my friendship. I was this painful because I was poor and there was anger and fear and anger and thoughtlessness about the need to give thought to my hopes.
I am another thoughtful person with needs. I am trying to give my hopes a way to feel materialistic so they will not die with the need to give peace. Perhaps I have thought about love and found myself possible because I am peaceful and troubled with the artistry of fame. I am really cold because nothing is happening for my family, whether in the treatment of love (to listen, to feel, to act with focused and kind thoughts of others need for happiness) or in the thinking of life -- giving people change because life is young and peaceful. I am no longer young; I am rarely peaceful.
Edification of pain is another fear of pain. Pain and pain. Omigod I'm an entrance in my feelings (peace was its own art) which needs love and peace, cruelty of nothingness which derives from rape is no one's trade.
I am worried about my life being poor. No one to ask why I am boned with another's crime. I ask only to love peace for its creative thought of hope.
At home, I am,
Entr'acte:
Aching beauty, thinking of my own dream to be thoughtful and loving, I give you feces of faking a moment. I in this moment give you a woman's answer to people being home and my being trouble: I am good because I am happy.
No one thought of me as a woman except my sisters, mothers and friends.
I am here to give myself an answer to pain.
Pain
I did not listen for my own part in god, the one with the answer. She who believes in moments of change must also ask for rest, love, rights and a moment to be laughed at for her visions.
My vision:
Energy derives from loss of people's class.
Nowhere to be myself is not feasible.
I feel manly because I am a nothing to my life. I asked to be good. I asked to be alive. I asked to give myself thoughts which I would be troubled with. No more cruelty.
Anger and foolish hopes of my own golden green dreams are from this panicked woman.
This is no one's pain but my wonder at ashes.
Ashes begin.
She was changed. She was glowing. She was alive and now she is parted.
I am part of her family.
I hope you will believe she did what she could to be free of the need for pain.
Yours,
A loon (with a beautiful voice).
I sought nothing from itself. I sought power from a way to anger others for being a woman. I asked to be thoughtful. I asked to be good. No one who says they are thoughtful and good is strong or free. Strength and freedom believe in openness to God, the nut job of my thoughts.
Castles -- the kind in chess -- always make you thoughtless: they anger you with nothing but thought of money and thought of family.
I told you I found my friends and I found my Goddess in the dream of my own softness, in the hope of being the Goddess for my mother.
I seek to give her softness. I seek to be thoughtful and alive. I ask to be thoughtful and good.
Edification of body is a failure. I only wished for myself to be mothered -- a way to ask for myself to give happiness as a thought of beauty.
I sought money for my love.
Ashes and love bring dreams of stink and pasts of anger toward this failure to be peaceful.
I am worried about nothing because of the nature of failure: anger toward love is about worry and thoughtless anger -- the knowledge of pain derives from a love of my cruelty. I did not say I wanted God to be thoughtful to me. I was another crooked possibility of freedom.
Golden love: the answer to peace is safety and pain. Pain is money and safety is art. I wish to feel the need of myself to give peace. I know I am part of the anger. I know there was softness; I was thoughtful; I was a part of rights (the need for rights is also a family of love).
Elevation of pain is the kind that you wished for in my friendship. I was this painful because I was poor and there was anger and fear and anger and thoughtlessness about the need to give thought to my hopes.
I am another thoughtful person with needs. I am trying to give my hopes a way to feel materialistic so they will not die with the need to give peace. Perhaps I have thought about love and found myself possible because I am peaceful and troubled with the artistry of fame. I am really cold because nothing is happening for my family, whether in the treatment of love (to listen, to feel, to act with focused and kind thoughts of others need for happiness) or in the thinking of life -- giving people change because life is young and peaceful. I am no longer young; I am rarely peaceful.
Edification of pain is another fear of pain. Pain and pain. Omigod I'm an entrance in my feelings (peace was its own art) which needs love and peace, cruelty of nothingness which derives from rape is no one's trade.
I am worried about my life being poor. No one to ask why I am boned with another's crime. I ask only to love peace for its creative thought of hope.
At home, I am,
Entr'acte:
Aching beauty, thinking of my own dream to be thoughtful and loving, I give you feces of faking a moment. I in this moment give you a woman's answer to people being home and my being trouble: I am good because I am happy.
No one thought of me as a woman except my sisters, mothers and friends.
I am here to give myself an answer to pain.
Pain
I did not listen for my own part in god, the one with the answer. She who believes in moments of change must also ask for rest, love, rights and a moment to be laughed at for her visions.
My vision:
Energy derives from loss of people's class.
Nowhere to be myself is not feasible.
I feel manly because I am a nothing to my life. I asked to be good. I asked to be alive. I asked to give myself thoughts which I would be troubled with. No more cruelty.
Anger and foolish hopes of my own golden green dreams are from this panicked woman.
This is no one's pain but my wonder at ashes.
Ashes begin.
She was changed. She was glowing. She was alive and now she is parted.
I am part of her family.
I hope you will believe she did what she could to be free of the need for pain.
Yours,
A loon (with a beautiful voice).
Peace is the thought of being.-- Change is dear
Dear Goddess,
It is night, after midnight.
I have not slept.
If I can stay awake,
Let me write a poem.
I ask you and ask you freely
To call love this freely.
Write
"I am worldly in this nature
I am cruel in this flame.
I believe where nothing is
is the need to stick to
Acting."
O Goddess where is the
Laughter?
I ask you this need of yours to
Give laughter.
I am trying to act here.
--There is also the need to
Read with a sample of
Your place:
One is your stunk
Two is your three
I ask for you to think of
Peace.--
Oh, I'm a sack of dreams
With no anchor.
--Your little typing errors
Remind me of the days
When there was cloudiness
Soaring in the world you
thought of as dreaming of
Answers.--
Oh Goddess, and I say this
Beautifully in order to
Have the nature of
Thought,
What can I say about
Santeria?
--It is love you believe in,
Not your past.--
I feel working is another
Cloud of mine.
--It is a world of bodies
And strength which
Annoys your pain.--
Why listen for love?
I ask now to be thought here
I seek your patience.
I seek words.
--Devil is your patient life.--
Oh with this time in my life
I am where darkness pays for
Thought.
-- Do not ask for your thoughts
Ask for your answer.
Think about it.--
A poem
Thinking about it is good
THANK YOU.
It is night, after midnight.
I have not slept.
If I can stay awake,
Let me write a poem.
I ask you and ask you freely
To call love this freely.
Write
"I am worldly in this nature
I am cruel in this flame.
I believe where nothing is
is the need to stick to
Acting."
O Goddess where is the
Laughter?
I ask you this need of yours to
Give laughter.
I am trying to act here.
--There is also the need to
Read with a sample of
Your place:
One is your stunk
Two is your three
I ask for you to think of
Peace.--
Oh, I'm a sack of dreams
With no anchor.
--Your little typing errors
Remind me of the days
When there was cloudiness
Soaring in the world you
thought of as dreaming of
Answers.--
Oh Goddess, and I say this
Beautifully in order to
Have the nature of
Thought,
What can I say about
Santeria?
--It is love you believe in,
Not your past.--
I feel working is another
Cloud of mine.
--It is a world of bodies
And strength which
Annoys your pain.--
Why listen for love?
I ask now to be thought here
I seek your patience.
I seek words.
--Devil is your patient life.--
Oh with this time in my life
I am where darkness pays for
Thought.
-- Do not ask for your thoughts
Ask for your answer.
Think about it.--
A poem
Thinking about it is good
THANK YOU.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Stop threading the needle
When in the sky
I see the aerostat
Fly
I do what I do
And ask
Oh, when will
This deal
Fail?
Elfin moments can be
Sticky.
I see the aerostat
Fly
I do what I do
And ask
Oh, when will
This deal
Fail?
Elfin moments can be
Sticky.
Cochise Wilt
And I was
Shot
The law stopped me
Coldly sheriff brought down
The next invader
Worried about
His ass
I ask myself
When is this fairness
Famishing the troubles
Of my act.
I made this mistake
And I ask where
Thought
Enters the sheriff's
Pain.
Egotism and a poem
Work themselves
Maybe I didn't need this
Coldness.
Only one fair answer:
You brought this on yourself,
And I said, "act."
The thoughtlessness of love.
Shot
The law stopped me
Coldly sheriff brought down
The next invader
Worried about
His ass
I ask myself
When is this fairness
Famishing the troubles
Of my act.
I made this mistake
And I ask where
Thought
Enters the sheriff's
Pain.
Egotism and a poem
Work themselves
Maybe I didn't need this
Coldness.
Only one fair answer:
You brought this on yourself,
And I said, "act."
The thoughtlessness of love.
Psychosis Note
Listening to WKSG sunday news.
"Charlotte" describes a man, with Schizophrenia, in San Quentin, who wrote secret messages on toilet paper, wrapped the toilet paper in feces, then placed the messages in braids in his hair. Prison psychiatrist decides man knows he is to be executed, not "reupholstered," because he beats her at Tic-Tac-Toe!
Psychiatry itself recognizes that psychosis is a different processing of information than "normal." Perhaps individual modules of reasoning of a certain kind, such as playing tic-tac-toe may remain intact and it is the relationship among these modules (or streams or segments) which reflects psychosis.???
It seems to me that psychiatry deliberately places stigma on certain kinds of self-knowledge in order to 1) deprive people of the benefit of that self-knowledge and 2) to retard such self-knowledge in most people in order to keep them within productive, i.e., profitable bounds.
"Charlotte" describes a man, with Schizophrenia, in San Quentin, who wrote secret messages on toilet paper, wrapped the toilet paper in feces, then placed the messages in braids in his hair. Prison psychiatrist decides man knows he is to be executed, not "reupholstered," because he beats her at Tic-Tac-Toe!
Psychiatry itself recognizes that psychosis is a different processing of information than "normal." Perhaps individual modules of reasoning of a certain kind, such as playing tic-tac-toe may remain intact and it is the relationship among these modules (or streams or segments) which reflects psychosis.???
It seems to me that psychiatry deliberately places stigma on certain kinds of self-knowledge in order to 1) deprive people of the benefit of that self-knowledge and 2) to retard such self-knowledge in most people in order to keep them within productive, i.e., profitable bounds.
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