tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59276519581399175602024-02-20T12:05:52.098-05:00NEVER NUT BEANCUZ YOU NEVER NUT BEAN!Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-89373628724690983302011-03-11T18:06:00.001-05:002011-03-11T18:07:51.054-05:00Secrets of GodSeems like I am hiding from myself. Indulging in this fantasy.<br />
<br />
The truth is so obvious, its ridiculous...and pointless<br />
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As for the rest, it is a web of words suspended in mist within which floats the eye within.Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-27246415432302787382011-02-11T19:38:00.000-05:002011-02-11T19:38:53.410-05:00Winter weather wops and wobbles<style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1">You think perhaps there is life after death or life before birth or life, at all</div><div class="p1">Maybe in fact there is nothing else, than what there seemingly is</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">The evidence is at hand but where is the proof?</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">State of doubt leads to weariness</div><div class="p1">Weariness leads to boredom</div><div class="p1">Boredom leads to abandon</div><div class="p1">Abandon leads to plenitude</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Wear your mask proudly</div><div class="p1">You cannot remove it in this world anyway</div><div class="p1">The rule is part of the expression</div><div class="p1">All at once</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Where are you now?</div><div class="p1">Hiding in a cupboard holding the absolute obviousness of all this in your eyes</div><div class="p1">There has never been</div><div class="p1">Any interruption in all that is now</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">I am me intentionnally</div><div class="p1">When I am</div><div class="p1">But not always, it seems</div><div class="p1">Now</div><div class="p1">The construct is quite flexible</div><div class="p1">These words are quite adequate</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Boredom and pain fit the bill</div><div class="p1">Of the things I have wished and longed to know</div><div class="p1">And at some point maybe I succeeded...</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">A chid at play</div><div class="p1">It might make sense to say that I am god speaking through the limited within the unlimited</div><div class="p1">Searching for gold in a mountain of perfect diamonds</div><div class="p1">But again...</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Until it leaves us</div><div class="p1">Alone eaten by wolves</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Where's yo mama now beotch</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">the crew may show itself and point to the end of time. But white skin cannot bear the pouring rain</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">and ending to all this</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div>Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-64739922844498238942011-01-07T23:21:00.000-05:002011-01-07T23:21:32.702-05:00PlainIt seems like there is something<br />
When in fact there isDerum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-79314321959229804262010-12-24T22:18:00.000-05:002010-12-24T22:18:04.356-05:00storiesIt's<br />
All said and done<br />
Pack your bags and<br />
Go homeDerum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-20691061072731146602010-12-12T21:47:00.000-05:002010-12-12T21:47:54.749-05:00Pocold reunion<br />
<br />
dark saturday<br />
<br />
wrod word<br />
word<br />
<br />
lucky some unlucky others<br />
<br />
what could be worth saying worth writing worth reading<br />
<br />
somthing important that could change ones view of things for the better<br />
litterature vitamin a growth hormone on paper<br />
views<br />
speed run<br />
ecstasy on paper<br />
<br />
for a worthy few<br />
or for the masses?<br />
<br />
for a childs empty mind<br />
a pure receptacle<br />
or for the complex murky convolution of the manic desperado<br />
the one whos very breath is under question<br />
who's entire being is like one grand arm holding a bow. waiting to strike<br />
or a spyglass maybe, investigating all things as they come. A vast question mark infusing all manner of thought speech and action<br />
one who's life has become dull and unsuprising one who's wonder for the magic before him has all but disappeared<br />
a poor sod<br />
feels left behind feels cheated wronged<br />
perhaps he has all things in life. all good comes to him naturally<br />
but he is incapable of appreciating it<br />
all seems dartk and forbidding<br />
<br />
he has come to it the great mythical solution to all suffering<br />
he has heard the cry of that strange one the buddha<br />
he has read the caustic words of jed mckenna<br />
he has cried hearing walt whitman<br />
and many more<br />
but he is not yet his own man<br />
with thoughts all his own and actions fully his<br />
he does not survey things from afar as he constantly wishes<br />
he is not dead<br />
he feel things endlessly repeat themselves<br />
and he is afraid<br />
but so numb he does not really feel afraid<br />
he does not feel much at all in fact<br />
what he does feel is mopstly unsatisfaction<br />
he feel as a slave being dragged behind a carriage<br />
who pulls this carriasge he may ask<br />
or why are we moving?<br />
or<br />
but despite his inquiries nothing ever changes<br />
he feels himself caught in an endless cycle<br />
old old thoughts come and come again and again<br />
and each time he is seduced<br />
each time he cannot help but cry why why why<br />
<br />
and he may come to a point where he feel to wary, to tired to even ask<br />
his endless seeking has not born any fruit<br />
the treasur he seeks has never come<br />
<br />
does he even know what that treasure may be? what it might feel like to possess it?<br />
<br />
he has heard speak of it in many different ways. he sees it every where, all things become meaningful<br />
but still he has no grasp he feels it always eludes him. he does not understand the meaning.<br />
<br />
so he slowly, slowly stops asking why<br />
what answer could quench his thirst<br />
he has heard enough answers and none have ever given him the ultimate respite<br />
<br />
what is it then<br />
was there ever anything else?<br />
These things we call other, past, elsewhere.....<br />
what are they really<br />
where are they really<br />
can they be anywhere at all<br />
<br />
so he comes to the point were he simply does not care<br />
complexity bores him<br />
slowly slowly he returns to himself<br />
nothing has gone and left him<br />
what else is there than what there is<br />
what strange mysteious trick I have played upon myself<br />
to fool myself how cunning I have been<br />
<br />
I am not so cunning<br />
someone else must have been fooling me all along<br />
<br />
there is no end<br />
there is no begining<br />
<br />
a fool's answer may satisfy you more than all the words of our tongue<br />
<br />
oh i wish i could wonder and marvel at life. spring with joy and lightness at all the scenarios of this universe.<br />
<br />
things pasts. moments eternal<br />
these are not things we comprehend but things we suppose. call it intuition<br />
<br />
are you missing anything?<br />
is there a veil you have yet to uncover from before your eyes. that you vision may somehow be clearer? that you may know for yourself what all these men and women have been bearing witness of? God, light, eternity, the deathless soul, truth, love, happiness, consciousness, the mystery no longer mysterious. You hope to find this thing they call the self. Unity.<br />
It is as it is<br />
<br />
There is nothing to strive for and nothing to avoid<br />
but strive and avoid<br />
struggle<br />
eat drink<br />
<br />
can you but stop for one instant to live?<br />
<br />
what is this mystery of mysteries you are so keen to solve?<br />
have you words for it? is it a feeling deep in your gut?<br />
<br />
who is there knocking at your door?<br />
Could it be you are knocking at your own door? From within your own home?<br />
Could it be you are alone.<br />
<br />
There is. I am.<br />
Being.<br />
<br />
Light cast upon darkness<br />
Glory and elation<br />
<br />
Deep despair. Death<br />
<br />
Rejoice!<br />
Mourn!<br />
Love!<br />
Hate!<br />
Kill! Steal! Lie!<br />
Spit in someone's face<br />
<br />
Sleep the sleep of one who has lost all hope of finding anything else<br />
Or not.<br />
<br />
What could be said<br />
What is worth saying<br />
Does it matter at all?<br />
<br />
Are you<br />
Me<br />
Symbolics?<br />
<br />
Lust<br />
Rage<br />
<br />
An error? Something unfair, bothersome?<br />
Pain?<br />
Rebel! Scream at the gods and cry your shame under beating rain, that a thunderbolt may perhaps strike your soul and ignite the flame of a new breath! That all the stars and galaxies might rip and tear and melt into your heart.<br />
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FlyDerum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-86216415738188088282010-09-25T22:41:00.004-04:002010-09-27T03:40:01.252-04:00Shhhhhhhhthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284261496647106039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-26018547041843632832010-09-22T19:31:00.001-04:002010-09-23T13:27:15.092-04:00PopoAll or nothing. That's how it works <i>in here</i>...<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>All is...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nothing is...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Void statements.</div><div>ERRORzRzRzzzzz</div><div><br />
</div><div>"The supersystem spans the globe and fine glass tubes pierce the sky. This thing really does have nerves of steel. It is more than a machine, more than a man. Ten thousand eyes and all the beauty in the world.</div><div>Not one sound, not one glimmer."</div>Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-6627262538278618632010-09-22T19:20:00.000-04:002010-09-22T19:20:24.178-04:00Testesthos<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Bold and brash.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">A thrust of colour!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Supersaturated!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Drama queens unite!</span></span></div><div><br />
<br />
</div>Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-53508975835386222592010-09-15T21:27:00.002-04:002010-09-15T21:27:58.590-04:00Tenebris LumisIt all seemed so clear. Now so obscure.<br />
But how clear the obscurity!Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-33355955919697232642010-09-13T19:56:00.001-04:002010-09-13T20:43:09.880-04:00Im PersonSlow and steady.... a cosmic "fuck it" may be coming.<br />
This, not this. This? No not this.<br />
Another another. Another forlorn lover.<br />
Synchronized.<br />
<br />
Past the finish line. Big big winner. Still in the race, sorry SOB.<br />
What of it? To me this, this, this........"Oh if all could be stamped THIS....how plain...." Tis stamped so indeed.<br />
Pain for me, effort and strife. No way out. No way in. Never moved an inch. Nothing to move.<br />
Electric<br />
Ecclectric<br />
<br />
A big prize or a lazy nap. Command and verb.... I distrust ye.<br />
<br />
To tell the truth. Concerned with effect. That these pulses tell no tale but your own... Tis done. Opinion is truth.<br />
<br />
I dare you to show me untruth.Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927651958139917560.post-61324744919595326682010-09-13T02:13:00.000-04:002010-09-13T02:13:11.922-04:00A big bubblecakeWhat? Where? Why? How?<br />
It is how it is. Another's eyes, a thought for me in a thought of theirs. Judge, worry, squwy squwaw. No matter. Pudding platter. Not here, not there.<br />
Everywhere, nowhere... Give up. Left. Right. Curlycue.<br />
Easy come easy go.<br />
Ludlum.<br />
Pewtersmith<br />
Half a jug. Image. Me so damn awful. Blooboo.<br />
Nothing for me and some for you. You mercury dancing fantom. Ye old telegraph. Ye magic purple spear. One through the 'ead n' yer dead. Clic. This one, not that one. Here now.... Already a memory. Keep up with me.Derum Derumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16350604140366382808noreply@blogger.com1