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Can
there ever be an end
To the
panorama of disguises
Worn by
this mystery some call god?
* * * *
Nothing
more wrenching than a pattern
That
has fallen into the abyss of madness.
How
overwhelming maya is for so many.
* * * *
In the
grand scheme of things, nothing matters.
But in
the day to day, what doesn’t to someone?
* * * *
Cute is
often from a distance.
* * * *
A
healthy dose of cynicism is part of the course.
* * * *
Life
survives to the degree it strives.
* * * *
Oh,
tragic air.
* * * *
True
winners know how to lose.
* * * *
Smooth,
healthy skin is so deceiving.
* * * *
Oh,
irresolute mind.
A
monkey would be right at home.
* * * *
We may
all be one,
But an
asshole’s an asshole
No
matter the form.
* * * *
By your
own mind you must die.
* * * *
Friends
don’t sell to friends.
* * * *
How
many drops does it take
To wear
down the greatest mountain?
Or
grains of dust to build it anew?
* * * *
Phenomenal.
* * * *
How
ancient is new?
How new
is ancient?
* * * *
The eye
of the beholder
Creates
all value.
* * * *
One
thing leads to another,
And
another to one thing.
* * * *
What a
bunch of yappers.
* * * *
So
quickly one moment, one minute,
One
hour, one day, one week, one month,
One
year, one decade, one life turns into the next.
* * * *
That
you need to do it all
Illustrates
a lack of imagination.
* * * *
Physics
is physics, not matter the widget.
* * * *
What
exactly is it you believe
You can
really claim credit for?
* * * *
Why get
worked up over things you cannot change?
* * * *
It’s
never too late for anyone
To take
responsibility for themselves.
* * * *
You
give them power,
And
expect them not to use it?
* * * *
Quit it
now, or you will probably embarrass yourself.
But
then again, a little embarrassment
Can be
a great teacher.
* * * *
All
that glory sheltered
By the
whimsical nature
Of
flesh and bones.
* * * *
It’s
your fate to play out
The
destiny you’re choosing,
As if
you have any say in the matter.
* * * *
You
have to really want to get laid
To keep
up with a woman’s passion.
* * * *
Laugh
at yourself as often as you can remember to.
* * * *
Fate is
a many-colored rainbow.
* * * *
This
moment of heaven and/or hell is brought to you by …
* * * *
Food
and drink swirl madly in the dust storm of your chewing.
* * * *
Don’t
you wish they weren’t so predictable so much of the time?
* * * *
No word
shall go unturned.
* * * *
Change
the world?
Pray
tell, into what?
Your
own image?
Isn’t
it already?
* * * *
Woe
unto those who enter the spider’s web.
* * * *
One man’s
heaven is another’s hell.
One
man’s suffering another’s pleasure.
One
man’s virtue another’s vice.
It’s
all what you’re used to,
What
you accept
And
expect
It to
be.
* * * *
One
wonders what they think they’re on top of.
* * * *
First
you’re given knowledge,
Then a
bit more on top of a bit more,
In an
endless drive to somehow become more.
To what
end?
* * * *
Why not
be bold?
* * * *
Sometimes
you love it so much
You
can’t stand it abysmal insanities.
* * * *
Take
things in stride.
* * * *
Some enjoy
watching others suffer.
Perhaps
more than most might guess.
* * * *
If all
you seek is approval from the herd,
Then
you may well end up feeling short-changed.
Better
to create your own way whatever the many voices say.
* * * *
Becoming
a famous talk show host
Is a
probably sign of something.
* * * *
No
psyche shall go unturned.
No
perversion shall go unexplored.
* * * *
After
awhile your tolerance level
Becomes
more of a crap-o-meter.
* * * *
Freedom
is a state of mind bare of any identification.
* * * *
What
burdens we accept,
What a
universe each of us
Lug
about in our heads.
* * * *
What do
you want from anyone else?
Can any
other truly bring real contentment?
* * * *
One
wonders if spiders, scorpions and other predators
Could
ever be as delusional about their given nature.
* * * *
Live
within the balance or perish.
* * * *
Look
where your grandfathers have gone.
* * * *
Look in
the mirror and see a face of godness,
A mask
of divine will, a paradox of time
Playing
out the delusions of form.
* * * *
What
was ancient Eden like before wires and pits,
Before
tainted water and land laced with countless poisons?
Before
the ruthlessness of humankind tinged every creature’s marrow?
* * * *
Some
things just aren’t worth the consequences.
* * * *
The
future plays the price of the unfolding now.
* * * *
Feel
the beat of the one.
* * * *
Trash
blows from every end to every end.
Oneness
makes no exceptions.
* * * *
No
point in judging this thing some call a plan.
It’s
the best god could do with the clay available.
* * * *
No
point in telling anybody anything
They’re
not ready or wanting to hear.
* * * *
It’s
all what you’re used to.
* * * *
As long
as the human drama
Comes
from the mind rather than the heart,
The
outcomes will continue the same
Old
tired set of permutations.
* * * *
If you
can’t win the game you’re in,
Start
up a new one with your own rules.
* * * *
God’s
just another fairy tale,
A Santa
Claus for wishful thinkers.
* * * *
History
can’t always be on the up and up.
It’s a statistical
wavelength thing.
* * * *
Time
may well be exclusively a human invention.
* * * *
The
universe is as big as I am.
* * * *
Just a
bunch of memories,
And
then you lose them, too.
* * * *
The
trick is not to be fooled by the attributes.
* * * *
You can
forget about that pretty easily.
* * * *
What
makes one act
More
spiritual than another?
* * * *
Your
life will be complete
When
you decide it is.
* * * *
Which
now were you referring to?
* * * *
What
burden do you not choose to carry?
* * * *
So many
insisting on one infantile flag or another.
* * * *
Only
through fear can you really
Force
anyone to do or not do something
Against
the choices they see given.
* * * *
Will
your death match your pride?
* * * *
Experience
teaches you to see problems
Before
they even appear on the horizon.
* * * *
Laughable
our assumption
That we
are so crucial
In
every theater.
* * * *
Amazing
how the literal-minded
Misconstrue
so much so often.
* * * *
Is
right action based in the right brain?
* * * *
Eternity
is as long as it is short.
* * * *
Figure
it out, dude.
* * * *
The
salesman banker knows no enemies.
* * * *
One
drop makes no difference,
But ten
thousand storms
Create
a world.
* * * *
An
asshole is an asshole
No
matter the size or shape.
* * * *
What
future is being created for the unborn?
* * * *
Some
people are just never satisfied.
* * * *
The
plot will take you wherever
The
director wants to go?
* * * *
Must
everything be rated for our protection?
What
ever happened to personal responsibility?
What
ever happened to common sense?
Did
such things ever really exist?
* * * *
Who can
ever really begin to know
What
any tomorrow will bring?
* * * *
Merrily
the river runs home.
* * * *
The
contagion spreads.
* * * *
Surely,
no one’s done or said that before.
* * * *
Nature
has no memory,
Nor
bears any responsibility.
* * * *
It’s
okay to feel real joy.
* * * *
You
cannot take anything home.
Even
imagination must discontinue.
Total
negation is the simple way
Of
eternal life’s eternal death.
* * * *
Let us
be perfectly clear.
* * * *
No
brag, just fact.
* * * *
How
now, brown cow?
* * * *
Insight,
outsight, what sight isn’t blind?
* * * *
How
much of every human being’s day
Is
spent in one sexual fantasy or another?
‘Twas
probably the source of imagination.
* * * *
You
have much better odds playing the lottery
Than
humanity does radically changing.
* * * *
Your
idealism is spent.
* * * *
Isn’t
it curious that you have never
Peered
into your own eyes?
* * * *
In what
way do you deceive yourself this day?
* * * *
You
must be very secure about dying
To
transverse the ultimate journey.
* * * *
Pretty
hard to be detached
When
the body isn’t healthy.
* * * *
How
incredible the intricate webs
Imagination
weaves into believing.
* * * *
How
tiring your hate.
* * * *
If you
must follow,
Follow
leaders, not politicians.
* * * *
What
is death?
One moment you’re here,
The next you’re not …
Gone … Poof!
What’s the big deal?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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