Thoughts From a Far Suprise

         The first initial sequence from the mind of the selfishly selfless consciousness that is, the orbiting thought of my own being, would like to say hello to all my family and salutations, For all that I may have learned in this life it is only plausible with the ability to encounter people of such worldly creation. The few things that have struggled their way to the surface of my singular perception in this life may consequently be the most simple and rewarding ways to coexist with this realm, in which we perceive. The first of all would coherently be the gift for true and ultimate happiness in everything that we could impossible/Possible achieve through ourselves despite the complexity of our lifetime. When these humans wake from their night of slumber they may wonder of their life and of all its accomplishments, through this endeavor of thought we may find things that are seemingly, not pleasurable activities for our minds to attend to, but yet we must continue the use, and improvement of our abilities to achieve a successful rate of expansion in the face of hardship. When You think of happiness in your life and possibly what is missing in your existence, When you decide that a change is needed for you to be the bright and attentive person that you may desire to be, We may try to fix the minor inconveniences of our life but this will merely patch the damn of our spirit. If we imagine our life as a rose bush, then we know that it must start from a seed that grows a root, From the root the core of the life is established and from this grows the stalks and buds of our minds. Now if we can imagine a sickness grows on a few out our leaves, we may change our location or trim the false pieces off of ourselves. But the problem exists before the beginning of these revisions and it exists after we have made our merely trivial changes. For the secret to our happiness is merely having the ability or freedom to be happy with pure existence, everything that could possibly be involved in our lives stems from the obvious fact that we are at first existing, together, in a culminating state of mental projection(whether it be merely through manifestation or, through physical and conscious manipulation (this word “manipulation” is with ought any connotation of positive or negative reinforcement) of the material world)   

              "The Stoned Apprentice"  

The Wild Of The Spirit...

         Smelling sounds of sweet silence she seems to send sincere thoughts of solitude through her own sentience. A far wind blows the fever of thought through the seemingly pleasant forest. When he sees’s what his senses smell it forms an interesting substance for his mind to mull over. The shape of the smell is something that only is sensible from the human individual, from which it was born… and it does not exist outside of the human mindset, for this shape is something of our own world of mystery and illusion, and does not comply with a thought of set parameters or unbreakable laws. The fur of the wolf sits cold and damp from the fight before… longing for the embrace of his counterpart he fights for his position amongst the darkness of this mile. When in thoughts of a traveling man, he may be a renegade a rebel an outcast… but yet he is the one that stands before the wormhole that is our destruction and regret. Have none of this my fair child for the rebirth is at foot and the awakening is what we must ignite, so that these souls that we see are not but merely a misconceived pattern’s of carbon beginnings. His eyes a light and nose keen he stalks the forest spirit and embraces this body he has lost. The longing to attain the wolf state is merely the remnant of a long forgotten dream and knowing of a past experience, for why must we wish to be anything else but our own selves in this world, is this human body not enough for us? these opposable thumbs and brachiating upper torso’s may not be enough for these souls. They may need the instinctual relief that is animal ism. This is merely a doorway into the deep seeded structure that is human instinct; we must embrace the deep desires of our heart. But only with the most pure of intention for the instinct of man is extremely abrasive and intimidating, and may be the death of us if we do not create enough love to balance this conundrum of necessity. Walking among the world of us we see a nature of simple existence and pure minded actions, for the animals have no thought or question for this world... existing in a pure state of consciousness they act as they will and play as they may. But we may never go back to the way of nature for we are to far gone down the rabbit whole of our own minds, thinking thoughts of impossibility and limits we may cast these thoughts on ourselves in a way of a decided parameter which is the societal life in which we live.  

                 "The Stoned Apprentice"

The Tree Of Change And The Wind Of Rain

       As the sun dawns on a crimson day the warrior stains the ground with the blood of his enemy, washing his hands of the night before in the river of now he wonders about his life and all of its trivial pursuits. Knowing that the land he fights for is his own, it justifies itself to the men who died for its grasp, looking to his "friends" he sees the look of a hungry dog and the smell of weakness from the stench of his own fatigue. He ponders the thought of true allies and the notion that they are merely there as long as the benefit is great, testing time he walks his line and trying to find his own mind he becomes lost in what is truly yours and mine. Lonely footsteps follow this walker as he treks away from this blood thirsty village of darkened minds, he now searches for the lost greatness of his people. Climbing to the top of the holy mountain he stumbles upon an old man with the laughing sickness, the man grasps at his chest begging him for salvation. The warrior pulls his flint blade from its sheath and puts it to the throat of the old man, a smile creeps across his withered face as he see the threshold of pure enlightenment. feeling the leather grip of his blade and the soft smell of mountain air he feels the muscle of his forearm tighten to cut to sickness from this man's body. The clouds above him part, drifting down from the heavens a hawks feather falls upon the warriors blade. Seeing the omen for all that is, he realizes what he had almost done and smiles to the old man who now (looking a thousand years brighter) crosses his arms and touches the warrior on his forehead with the tip of his so called index finger. From the mans body to the warriors mind a strain of light forms and a bead of energy ignites the cold reaches of his lost and icy skull. The young brute falls to his knees and knows the path on which he must walk, looking to the old man who was now hovering above the trail with a all knowing smile creeping across his face, they laugh proudly crumbling the once thought taboos of his human condition. The warrior treks down from the mountain and back to his people, changing the face of the world under each step of his leather wrapped feet. encountering the first hungry glance of his once loved brother he touches him on his hand and for the first time with ought fear the not so hungry one stands and smiles to the peace full warrior. he leads the man by the hand to the center of the tribe and there they sit by the fire closing their worldly receptors to change the thought of man. As they begin a strong wind starts whipping through the woods. with fear in his mind the leader of these darkened people swiftly moves to the men to stop there ungodly actions and save his people from the wind that meant to destroy everything he knew, but as he stepped close to the change he became exactly what me most feared and falling to the ground, from his body grew a tree. Dark and crimson bark emerged from this creation flowers and fruit grew from the stalk of this fibrous form. As the peace full warrior opened his eyes he saw a world very different from the one he had once known, bright and color full the earth stood new and fresh. The people laid their weapons at the foot of the once blood soaked warrior and looked to him to start on their path of new found righteousness. He said with one wise tone to the people of the world "Look not to me to find yourselves, look to the wind and the rain of what we have once committed, because only when we have learned why this change was necessary will we be able to maintain it" understanding this they lept to action and left their mortal confinements behind, and finding the bright ones sitting next to an old juniper tree they embraced their own enlightenment.

   "The Stoned Apprentice"

Melodic Vernacular For A New Age

                 



                     Living the lie we tell ourselves, our souls dwindle like the grains in a hourglass, and our minds grow ever more diluted by the actions of our fellow man. To win the war against ourselves we must unite against our greed and disparity and join in a singular cause, which is our own survival. The gifts of humanity are great and the strengths we posses are insurmountable, when will we know the power we hold in our hearts, when will we see the reflection standing before us. We live to work in this world and money is the ultimate reward for our actions, these paper credit cards will one day destroy us, and all who once saw us as the bright and vibrant children that once walked this earth. But fear not young earth folk, for the battle has not yet been won. I once wrote a phrase down on a sheet of paper that spoke of this and in one sentence it said all that was needed, TO FIND THE LINE HIDDEN BY THE SANDS OF TIME WE MUST FIRST BIND THE THOUGHTS OF YOURS AND MINE TO TURN THE TIDE AGAINST MANKIND. Truly this speaks of the grace and wisdom we once had but in our own mind's we lost this line and covered it with the sands of time, the only way to defeat the darkness of us is to come together and think beyond ourselves, maybe then when the selfish nature of our greed is gone we may find everything that we have lost in this realm and reclaim it for our world. A change is coming for this world and everyone who lives among it, this time will be filled with great darkness and pain, but only in the dark can we profoundly see the light. their are few among us with light inside ourselves enough light to shine a path into the dark, each path may be different but each end is the same, when all the lights meet at the end of the journey they will create the great light which will cast out the dark.   LET US HOPE FOR THE FUTURE OF OURSELVES.


    "The Stoned Apprentice"

The Fire Of Importence

          One day a man sees a light in the distance, thinking thoughts of wonder and astonishment he treks towards this element. As he finds this gracious fire of illumination he sends sparks through his mind. knowing that he will never again find something of the same importance he starts his mental notation of its appearance. he walks for lifetimes wearing his soul to his spirit, loving this creation from a far it warms his heart and keeps him moving. All of a sudden its gone theirs no light on the path no direction for his steps, he falls down upon his knees and starts to cry for a moment. then at the point of most despair over the horizon the creature appears, a ball of fire is what he sees. longing again for its warmth he steps to the task and takes another chance at standing near this malevolent spirit. while watching this warmth he takes his stare off the path and trips on a small pebble, falling down he wonders if the light he sees is a trick of the world, if this love he wants is just a joke with a hidden punch line. he tumbles and rolls down a world of woe and dark no longer longing for anything he chooses the life of people and irritant. then at the point of most despair and overwhelming fear the light comes over the hill and zooms straight to him. At the very first moment he feels the emotion of fright, fright from being so close to something so pure and bright. The next moment he sees the love in the eye of this worldly creation and the want for something to full fill the longing she feels in her heart. in this moment the man makes his decision, in the eye of defeat he was rescued by something so wonderful. then his heart leaped and carried his body with it, holding this light in his arms he feels the love of a sun for a moon. thinking in his mind about the others among them that could not see the light he held, he laughs with joy as she smiles to him and caresses his thoughts. knowing now that for every moment this was in his life it was a amazing gift that he had been bestowed, and finding her eyes he flys her to the moon.

            There they sit watching the world and everything in it, there they lie feeling as a man made immortal and a woman made a goddess, they lay in each others arms until the people they watched tore themselves apart with their selfish ways and cruel intentions. finding the warmth of enlightenment they enjoyed each other till the stars fade and with it their minds.

     "The Stoned Apprentice"

War Child

 War Child
    passed through the canal of birth this gift cries droplets of fire to sooth waves of destruction
      War Child
          Favors asked but never returned breeds anger into the mind of this creation
             War Child
                Lashing out he fights water with fire, neither making any ground the balance each other
                  War Child
                     Burning and slashing everything he finds just to create another of his own
                       War Child
                          Lonely footsteps follow this walker, as he finds life he gives death
                            War Child
                                The all knowing mother asks "Why did i do this, this is, the end
              
                                      "The Stoned Apprentice"

 Why must this blind fool deceive himself, why must he crush the love that others hold in their hearts for him. Righteous women manipulate and manifest against the best, they hunt and scheme while all the others dream. lonely and heartbroken she makes a choice, finally i know how it goes with the lovely things and silly dreams, never will they give the hurt but only receive. they will never see actually what he means to me, A cold night comes i offer the shirt off my back he takes this gesture light its a flame and throw it back in my face, never again will i sit and take the beating and the cheating that they offer me, being pushed down and turned around to the cold while they sit in their minds thinking only of themselves the live in comfortable misery, hating the happy for being there, loving the sad for the pain that they don't share in. Why would you sit in a flame as it destroys who you were changing your dreams and altering your schemes and darkening their hearts. i will sit and wait for the change to emanate until the man that i know is here before me.

"The Stoned Apprentice"