Crazy Louie
8th October 2013, 07:08
Loneliness is,
All the "I" we spread around thinking it's like jam on toast and your jam will of course taste just great on my toast.
The sound of your voice you know I want to hear over and over again until the hum of static in my head becomes the white noise of our group insanity.
Knowing that as long as everyone is so self absorbed in putting out the newest dire ending no one has time to really manufacture any real way off the sinking ship.
Everyone has their own version of what love is but it never fits everyone.
Loneliness is,
A world full of words that never find the real truth beyond the self serving interest of the mouth speaking them.
Looking through so much garbage trying to find one single thing that makes any sense at all if applied to any creation beyond our own.
Talking about love and how much you care when really your diatribe immediately finds the jet fuel that fires up your bloated philosophy you so urgently wish to share because of course out of seven billion you have found the one real path to perfect rubric.
Your ego transmission is in need of replacement yet you do not understand the ghost in the machine would run much better without any transmission at all - but the ego likes enjoys and cultivates spinning it wheels until you smell burning brain.
Being right about everything that is wrong and apparently that is more important to us than fixing anything because what would we be right about then.
Loneliness is,
In your finest hour of grace when you give so much those around you see you as a fool and weak because your not tough and smart like them.
When you understand there is no threat greater than yourself to heavens gate.
Finding yourself in a dark scary forest of society with no compass, no food and no shelter and others offer you their help at the end of their spear they disguise as a tongue.
Understanding that on any map - the same shared map - we will always be miles and miles apart.
Talking about a better way and a better path with words from another dead man's intellectual good tasting empty calorie philosophical cook book.
Loneliness is,
We meet so many dead men in so many dead end alleys in yet another bad part of town even if everything is glowing with neon and you can eat off the streets. The Fisher king story sounds good as long as all it costs is the words to tell it.
Desperation crossing listlessness in the green fertile valley of nothing to do but delude yourself yet another day.
Finding everything very strange indeed except of course yourself and the little tin god status of your own good contemplative dynamics.
Me looking at you - you looking at me - and we both think at the same time "they really believe what they are saying!"
To hear over and over again in so much conversation that the sheeple are waking up with the glow of a hundred dollar 675 lumen flashlight - when it would be more true to say the earthworm senses a wooden match.
Loneliness is,
Never questioning your fellows because of course enlightened people don't rock the boat.
Arguing with God and never even realizing he dropped the call three years ago. And when you do realize it you call him right back. Because he really needs to hear your point.
Is truly believing your life is some special event that will eventually manifest itself into the real destiny of greatness you know belongs to you.
Thinking the Matrix is real and you only have ONE matrix to wake up from - you think there is only one red pill to swallow - you think your only one rabbit hole away from the truth.
People who do not understand death is the red pill. And there ain't no fine tasting lemon water to swallow it with.
People who put forth a sound reasonable arguement about how they plan to survive anything that comes their way - yet no one seems to want talk about embracing death as a gift from god so that we might finally be free of ego.
Loneliness is,
The ignorance of IQ - The Pride is all of man's wisdom that has led us to this spot in time - Apes still fighting over banana's.
The rehashed new forms of thoughts in the structured reality we only reach by stepping around the truth of what the spirit has shown us from our first real cognitive intuition of what this place is about.
The world wants us dead. However the world is already dead. The ego of the world is just looking through the wrong end of reality.
We have no concept of heaven or hell that adds up to more than a fairy tale of all the other idiots who invented it before us.
Is being told we are all born equal
Is knowing you have always been an orphan in a world where so many are willing to adopt you if kiss their insanity and make it your own.
Loneliness is,
How many people just stand in line. Another brick in the wall. Dense brick or enlightened brick your in the same line.
People thinking this might be about malice when actually it really is about loneliness and all the tears everyone sheds that no one sees and the hard fact beyond that - even if they did they would not care.
People gathering around the crying man and asking each other "why is he crying." and you cry all the more because you can not and never will understand why they ain't crying as well.
Like the man said in the season final - "just take me home , just take me home, I will take care of the rest." Perhaps redemption does not have to be majestic - just attempted...
All the "I" we spread around thinking it's like jam on toast and your jam will of course taste just great on my toast.
The sound of your voice you know I want to hear over and over again until the hum of static in my head becomes the white noise of our group insanity.
Knowing that as long as everyone is so self absorbed in putting out the newest dire ending no one has time to really manufacture any real way off the sinking ship.
Everyone has their own version of what love is but it never fits everyone.
Loneliness is,
A world full of words that never find the real truth beyond the self serving interest of the mouth speaking them.
Looking through so much garbage trying to find one single thing that makes any sense at all if applied to any creation beyond our own.
Talking about love and how much you care when really your diatribe immediately finds the jet fuel that fires up your bloated philosophy you so urgently wish to share because of course out of seven billion you have found the one real path to perfect rubric.
Your ego transmission is in need of replacement yet you do not understand the ghost in the machine would run much better without any transmission at all - but the ego likes enjoys and cultivates spinning it wheels until you smell burning brain.
Being right about everything that is wrong and apparently that is more important to us than fixing anything because what would we be right about then.
Loneliness is,
In your finest hour of grace when you give so much those around you see you as a fool and weak because your not tough and smart like them.
When you understand there is no threat greater than yourself to heavens gate.
Finding yourself in a dark scary forest of society with no compass, no food and no shelter and others offer you their help at the end of their spear they disguise as a tongue.
Understanding that on any map - the same shared map - we will always be miles and miles apart.
Talking about a better way and a better path with words from another dead man's intellectual good tasting empty calorie philosophical cook book.
Loneliness is,
We meet so many dead men in so many dead end alleys in yet another bad part of town even if everything is glowing with neon and you can eat off the streets. The Fisher king story sounds good as long as all it costs is the words to tell it.
Desperation crossing listlessness in the green fertile valley of nothing to do but delude yourself yet another day.
Finding everything very strange indeed except of course yourself and the little tin god status of your own good contemplative dynamics.
Me looking at you - you looking at me - and we both think at the same time "they really believe what they are saying!"
To hear over and over again in so much conversation that the sheeple are waking up with the glow of a hundred dollar 675 lumen flashlight - when it would be more true to say the earthworm senses a wooden match.
Loneliness is,
Never questioning your fellows because of course enlightened people don't rock the boat.
Arguing with God and never even realizing he dropped the call three years ago. And when you do realize it you call him right back. Because he really needs to hear your point.
Is truly believing your life is some special event that will eventually manifest itself into the real destiny of greatness you know belongs to you.
Thinking the Matrix is real and you only have ONE matrix to wake up from - you think there is only one red pill to swallow - you think your only one rabbit hole away from the truth.
People who do not understand death is the red pill. And there ain't no fine tasting lemon water to swallow it with.
People who put forth a sound reasonable arguement about how they plan to survive anything that comes their way - yet no one seems to want talk about embracing death as a gift from god so that we might finally be free of ego.
Loneliness is,
The ignorance of IQ - The Pride is all of man's wisdom that has led us to this spot in time - Apes still fighting over banana's.
The rehashed new forms of thoughts in the structured reality we only reach by stepping around the truth of what the spirit has shown us from our first real cognitive intuition of what this place is about.
The world wants us dead. However the world is already dead. The ego of the world is just looking through the wrong end of reality.
We have no concept of heaven or hell that adds up to more than a fairy tale of all the other idiots who invented it before us.
Is being told we are all born equal
Is knowing you have always been an orphan in a world where so many are willing to adopt you if kiss their insanity and make it your own.
Loneliness is,
How many people just stand in line. Another brick in the wall. Dense brick or enlightened brick your in the same line.
People thinking this might be about malice when actually it really is about loneliness and all the tears everyone sheds that no one sees and the hard fact beyond that - even if they did they would not care.
People gathering around the crying man and asking each other "why is he crying." and you cry all the more because you can not and never will understand why they ain't crying as well.
Like the man said in the season final - "just take me home , just take me home, I will take care of the rest." Perhaps redemption does not have to be majestic - just attempted...