Scribing 18 - 19,000 Pounds

If everyone was worth their weight in gold
Maybe then the gold standard would be true
We love who we are when we have worth
We cope when we are without

If multiple lives are true then this one is for waiting
A life of waiting
A life of sitting it out
Hoping for some change that isn't artificial

Hoping that every move I make is not as a pawn I was designed to become

Hope is all we've got

Some of the greatest teachers are quite adamant that hope is well....
Hopeless

Belief is untrue
And reality is real

Without who are are as the actuality of being
Nothing exists

This smoke we throw around
False thoughts and false beliefs and systems of 'get-up-an'-go'
So much pit to fall through
A black nothing beneath

Nothing to stop the fall but the self
And the self cannot be guaranteed
One must first conceptualise a ledge a reference from which one is falling
When one has done this, one must notice the speed of the descent

Then one must make something to slow the fall,
then one must grab hold of the ledge and make that infinite climb upwards
Perilous to most
And even this level of achievement seems out of reach

We create our own fall
We repeat patterns of the past, eternally set in
When do we stop being what we are
When do we do something that is different

So much false reality to sift through
So many entities offering this prize or that

Something we have, they want
And it won't be spoken
So play the entity
Be the devil for a while

Try to discover what is desirable within the self
That the overseers want so much
As a battery for their opportunities

An infinite universe
Based on a psycho-reality game
For the purpose of enslaving life

To lock us into 'freedom'
So that we choose not to dominate what we cannot see
Because we cannot see what is valuable in this equation
And so we choose to stop seeing

And we see instead.

Scribing 13 - Observation

When the world is watching
The world is creating
The cameras peer into everything we do
The microphones stick their hairy heads too

Cyborg women crazy about facebook status
Go out hunting for status points daily
They will watch you with their devices
If you do something that enjoyment comprises

Surprise someone with some hair
Blue hair, red hair, pink hair, grey hair
Grow a mustache the size of the moon
Make everybody envy you have the best spoons

Learn to play fancy guitar
Sing like a goddess supreme
Do it all while feeding your pet echidna
Then wait for the cyborg women to spin ya

Every action has potential to ultimate attention
Everyone wants attention
Everyone wants attention
Open facebook, open twitter
Everyone wants attention
Everyone is a narcissist
Everyone is a movie producer, photographer, radio/tv host and cook

No one is left out of this game show
Everybody has a go
Only one can win
This is equality

Only one can get everything at the end
This is equality
Welcome to democratic existence
Status life bubbling to your soap sop

Everyone wants to know your name
Everyone wants to know why your brother squeezed your hand in the door deliberately that one time
Everyone wants to learn how to be the perfect imperfect you
Because everything you are is adorable
insatiable
delectable
highly intelligent
muscular
graceful
accepting
compassionate

On the name of the dumpster god deros
you must be Jesus

Only one can win
Welcome to the religion of the now