LXXXV
Conquest
is not about morality.
It is
gang warfare, home invasion, rape,
In the
thin guise of flag-waving national pretense.
* * * *
Specialization,
deep and broad as it may seem
Is
often equally shallow and narrow in its scope.
* * * *
Think
of all the actors
You
have grown up with.
Just
think how many people
Do not
even imagine you exist.
* * * *
The innocence
of youth,
What a
time it was, it was.
* * * *
By the
nature of bottom-line reasoning,
The
world as it has been cannot long stand
To the
insatiable appetite of corporate avarice.
* * * *
Get
over it.
* * * *
Every
prison has its comfort zone.
* * * *
What is
the awareness but the oneness
Conscious
of its countless divisions.
* * * *
A voice
for the times.
* * * *
Aloneness
need not be considered alienation.
* * * *
Whose
version of common sense?
* * * *
You are
the light in the infinity of eternity.
* * * *
God
does not exist outside you
As
anything but a concept.
* * * *
All
history is relative
To the
eye of the beholder.
* * * *
It
doesn’t quite work to whine
If you
place yourself in harm’s way
And
harm comes.
* * * *
Sometimes
you get put on a holding pattern
Until
someone else’s course comes into alignment
And a
two-step later you’re underway again.
* * * *
Only in
complete detachment are you real.
* * * *
It is
all contrived.
* * * *
The
sanctity of the temple within
Is the
simple, pure austerity
Of its
infinite silence.
* * * *
How
often the oppressed
Oppress
their oppressors.
* * * *
Does
revenge solve the problem?
Or
merely appease the fragmentation?
* * * *
No
matter how you cloak it,
The
body is a pretty disgusting fact.
* * * *
You do
your best simply because that is your nature.
* * * *
Without
the attributes, the awareness lingers, alone.
* * * *
Sometimes
its pretty darn scary
What
delusion will get you into.
* * * *
So many
things you are not.
So many
things you are.
* * * *
Perhaps
you really do care.
Perhaps
you only pretend to.
Do you
even know your mind?
* * * *
How
interesting that arbitrary measurement systems
Should
so closely align with our free-willed fate.
* * * *
A calm
surface belies the untamed content beneath.
* * * *
Some
choose to remember, some to forget.
* * * *
What
you gonna do that day
You
can’t make the change?
* * * *
The
young are very supple.
And
innocence easily stolen.
* * * *
There
is killing for survival,
And
killing for pleasure.
Discern
the difference.
* * * *
The
future is for those who have laid stakes in it,
Those
who have thrown the dice of genetic lottery.
* * * *
The
same one which creates
Is the
same one which destroys.
* * * *
The
motive for striving is that life
Could
be far harsher if you do not.
* * * *
Imagine
all the eyes you will,
It
would be but a snowflake
To the
mountain out there.
* * * *
A vision
oft told but rarely heard.
* * * *
In a
world founded upon greed,
The
greediest dominate the board.
* * * *
Funny
how insanity manages
To
twist anything around
To
appear sane.
* * * *
Humanity
came to a point
Where
it vainly believed
It
could redesign the game,
Never
visualizing the misfortune
It was
passing on to its descendants.
* * * *
The
thirst for false security is strong.
* * * *
To the
degree your restless vanity allows,
Always
explore new ways to see anything.
* * * *
Life is
an experiment which goes nowhere.
* * * *
Statistics
encompasses all absolutes.
* * * *
How
will death come? Will it be fast or
slow?
Will
you ease through the last of your dream?
Or will
you be audience to your own screams?
* * * *
Life
begins pathless but trails quickly shape
Into
ruts, gullies and eventually canyons,
The
rigidity of stale well-worn minds.
* * * *
In the
pain all endure,
Some
hate, others feel.
* * * *
A meaty
theater.
* * * *
How
much your given sexuality
Plays a
force in your imagination.
* * * *
Twisted
souls wrestle reality with their vanity.
* * * *
How
surreal to realize the entire identity
Is
founded upon a coordinated array
Of
atomic, electrical, chemical,
Biological,
physiological
Often
vain impulses.
* * * *
We
certainly enjoy our mysteries.
* * * *
We
invented the concept of god,
And so
many have paid the price.
* * * *
A grand
theater with mixed reviews.
* * * *
Another
untouchable abode-museum,
An
aesthetic mausoleum devoid of life.
* * * *
Some
just don’t see the train coming.
* * * *
Fulfilling
one’s destiny takes a little effort.
* * * *
You can
get wary about who you’re going
To wake
up with the next morning.
* * * *
You’re
an independent.
* * * *
You can
be sure you are not alone
Amidst
so many wretched souls.
* * * *
Or is
it visa-versa?
* * * *
Pure
reason is a most subtle delusion.
* * * *
We are
all assured the same end in so many ways.
* * * *
Passion
can bring storms down on many houses.
* * * *
Change
is the only thing you can depend on.
* * * *
What an
inept logic that a sexual encounter
Should
somehow become a forever-after.
* * * *
Without
even one grain of sand,
The
entire universe would not be.
* * * *
You
learn what it occurs to you to know.
* * * *
Life
erodes us all.
* * * *
You’re
so vain.
I’ll
just bet you think
This
song is about you.
Don’t
you! Don’t you!
* * * *
Peace
is undifferentiated, unfragmented, undivided.
* * * *
Creation
and destruction are the same motion.
* * * *
Through
the confines of any limitation,
You
will never be secure.
* * * *
Fiasco!
* * * *
The
unity of form is unseen.
* * * *
Imagination’s
misinterpretation of data
Is the
root of all dualistic notion.
* * * *
The
shallowness of a diamond says it all.
* * * *
Not
having any followers (i.e., groupies)
Frees
you from the potential web
Of
political correctness
* * * *
What
amusing things words are.
* * * *
All
distinctions are born of fragmented thinking.
* * * *
Scientists
are just bean counters in white coats.
* * * *
The
trouble with having so much history,
So much
arbitrary knowledge, tradition and ritual
Is all
the splintering born of comparison and repetition.
What is
new to you is nothing to the sun.
* * * *
Whereth
goeth the pride beforeth the falleth?
* * * *
Turn
inside out and outside in.
* * * *
Inhale
slowly, exhale slowly, pay attention.
* * * *
God
forbid you ever need to walk on water or get resurrected
* * * *
Such
sweet thoughts this mind sometimes has.
The
savage heart near bursts at the dream of you.
You are
the gold’s gold well worth cherishing.
* * * *
How
soft can you afford to be?
* * * *
Seeds
die.
* * * *
More
paradox for those who ponder such things.
* * * *
Better
for the peaceful warriors
To
carry the means of destruction
In
anonymous, unpretentious fashion,
That
opponents are none the wiser
Should
tempest come to play.
* * * *
What
begins voluntarily often turns compulsory.
And
visa-versa.
* * * *
Veils
take every form.
The
sage ventures the theater
In
whatever way the spectacle unfolds.
Unattached
to vain outcomes, s/he
Walks
the tightrope effortlessly.
* * * *
Wisdom
is the hard-won fruit of life’s harvest.
* * * *
How can
the maker ever sleep with so many eyes?
* * * *
These
worlds are a call to a paradigm revolution.
* * * *
How can
you ever really help someone
Who
won’t help themselves?
* * * *
Here
today, gone tomorrow.
* * * *
Feel
the mind and body as energy prior to form.
* * * *
So many
immense mansions,
So many
chambers so full of things,
So
empty of life, all for the vanity of excess.
* * * *
What
excesses will be witnessed before it is over?
* * * *
Feel
the mind and body as the energy prior to form.
* * * *
What
room can an expert have for change?
* * * *
You
assert it to be “your” soul
As if
you more than inhabit it temporarily
As if
spirit can somehow be possessed separately
* * * *
How
much destruction
Can the
human species wreak
Before
its home becomes uninhabitable?
Survival
dictates conformity to the limits of context.
* * * *
Madness? By what accounting?
* * * *
We seem
bound to create every concept imaginable.
Consciousness
is each universe unto its Self.
* * * *
It is a
maze into which all journey, some home.
* * * *
Home is
wherever, whenever, however you wake up.
The
only question is, how often do you choose to awaken?
* * * *
Someone
can tell you something
Until
s/he is blue in the face,
But you
cannot hear it
Till
you are ready.
* * * *
What
courage it takes to face one’s death,
Even
greater courage to take one’s life.
* * * *
What a
conspiracy god is.
* * * *
What is
your last temptation?
* * * *
Take
responsibility or die.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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