Scribbling 58 - Bangkok

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Wandering people
Looking for something
What are we all looking for?

Re-expression of joy
Love
Satiation
Eternal Satiation

Saturation
Desire

Swift type
Ideas
Fusion

Four nights here
The plants wobble in the wind of the incessant fans
It's fucking hot
I've got a bucket of something for cheap

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
We can't get away from ourselves

No not ever.

Blogger app

Give me the answers Google = God

I watch a worried face do what it's always done
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Smashing
Herbs, spices, bag
turn twist elastic
next

Serve

Beautiful lady
advertising frog sculpture from wood
serrated edge
stick flick
sound of frog

depressing mainstream song
blah blah
you let her go
blah blah blah

I tried to get sleep at the hostel
But girls wanted talk on room of twelve
where people only sleep
attention?

5pm in the afternoon, justification?

Smile
something is ok
we'll be right.

strange worlds collide with one another
who can control it

everyone only speaks so much English
being understood is a dream
just settle for heart

blahblahblah

sex baby song

fuck the system

Scribing 57 - Sanity in Question

Sample the free love at the open table
He said it, you said it, we said it together
No one person is out of innocence
All the broken people weep

Golden tears
Golden years
A golden age of openness
To all those in question of sanity
New life will form

We eat from the trough of rationed delight
What the previous age left for us was just scraps
We make a kingdom out of scraps
Pan's labyrinth

We do what we do until we are dead
When the magic runs out
The broken people weep
Golden years

Scribing 56 - Doldrum Burdalurm Bunga

Houses need people
Houses need life

The sunset was so splendid this morning
The plants sit and wait for the rise to reach their leaves
Unconditional empathy
The curse that can be a blessing

The cloud that sits above the eyes
Breathing, get that energy moving
Sometimes things are better left unspoken
The intellectual mind cannot be given a place in this future

The listening public wants someone shy and timid
This is the capacity for their ability to receive
Where will you go from here?

The footsteps rattle the floor
The floor boards crack and tackle as the heavy body shifts from one room to the other

Soon we'll all be together forever again
A shower will be in order
A change of clothes, a washing of all things cloth in my bag
A new sowing kit to bring broken things back into workingness

Standard recollection
Transmission feed interrupted
Heavy eyebrow, keep breathing

No wrong, no right
Wandering flicking, frizzing, branches of the weeping peppermint

We only have what we need and then we are off
Fame and fortune are not to be had this life
These are spectres of the imagination
Ghosts of time

Who wants to be a ghost in time
When time is a prison

We live forever by working together
We die in hell by isolation

Balance
Get that balance
It sounds quite simple

The man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things
Is the man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things

Punchy proverb expected here
Apparition master
Sexy man

Scribing 55 - Practical Singularity

One man
On the event
The glimmer of hope in the distance
The shards of expression fall in a sharp and delightful way

The flat expanse on the eye
Over the edge of the world
Au bout du monde
I return soon

We only have as much as we put in
If hard yards were put in
Then hard yards will be taken out
But the spontaneous arousal of energy from the mire
Can bring unpredictable seasons

The drama queen wants to play
The sun on this wooden table, makes it sticky
In just a few moment I walk through three class lines
Now I'm back to eclectic traveler
Probably french
I started as bum this morning

I have a lot of people tell me my accent sounds french
I take it as a compliment

The expensive hipster coffee lasted nowhere nearly enough
I'll have a jangle of my little instrument before I head for my abbreviation
Into the darkness I go
Out and into the conscious realm
In and out, in and out

Pictures on a landscape
The horizon of time
Every morning a new set
Like photos in a time line

Transcendence

The matrix has you

But what a tired analogy that has become

Sand back the crap and start a fresh
Every person has hidden things that reveal when the day has come

What will we discover about you?

Scribing 54 - Relevant Positivity

Recluse, male, 31, the beach is wonderful this morning
Frisbee, lost, white, 2 years
Grass, authoritarian garden, weeds, rebellion
Seagulls, vultures, gah gah 'gah'
Swish, swish, gentle ocean waves

Coffee, filled with sweet things
A lady gave me a pot of honey yesterday
Karri honey from Pemberton
That's where I went bush after selling everything ten years ago
And the Karri is my favourite tree
My exchange was piano in a public place
A romanian scale
And her familiarity

Green, green grass
Feeling optimistic
Sky, blue
Horizon, smog

Dots of coloured and lighted wonder scatter across the lighted sky

Frisbee, poor lonely frisbee
Who will play with you again?
Upside down, without a home
Where will you go from here?

Has your planned obsolescent time frame expired?

Maybe you'll be picked up again
And your cheap plastic renewed with fresh oils of lavender and myrrh
Maybe you'll see two more days in the sun before your saviour comes

But you're in such a public place
Someone is bound to pick you up

And play like you have been played once again
To be sailing through the air
In parks with laughing children
to be occasionally chomped by a dog that runs off with you and leaves you in the dirt

Is that how you got here this time?
The dog beach is just over there
How will we console you when you plastic is broken?
To what level will we offer our condolences and blessings?
Are you worth the funeral of a feeling living thing?

Are you feeling and living just because feeling living things use you and play with you?

The air is your sense
And sailing you will fly
The earth beneath you as a disc of green radiance
And you hovering just above and snatched in a warm quivering beige hand

Then tossed and again

Oh frisbee...

Scribing 53 - Antonyms for Change

Stasis, static, still, stopped
The kids have gone to school
They've finished their gelatine free yoghurt
The wriggling snake toy sits beside me mangled in a chaos

When it feels like this wave comes in ebbs and flows
Listening to the cockatoos screech and carry on in the morning
It's quite a feast for the ears
The sun has fallen down just low enough
The plants catch their rays

Off on a bus and two trains back from whence I came
Stability can really only be had in breath
We are mangled pieces washed ashore
Sitting around in stasis
Watching the sun rise and fall
Eating gluten free bread
and expensive things for the sake of feeling worth

The cockatoos have subsided
The crows are in town
Their reign now continues on for the next few hours
At least until the sun gets too hot

Each is king of a different time of day
Each aspect of humanity is the ruler of every aeon
In some cycles we suffere
In some we flourish

The ones we suffer are the ones we breath and focus on introspection and pause for relief
The ones we flourish, we flourish and hope to make a world in which all ages are equal
But shit, this addiction to the ups and downs through the ages
That's a hard drug to shake

We power ourselves in the down time
We express our power in the up time
We're locked in as long as we long for power

It's a locked control mechanism

Here comes the turning of the next cycle
The next aeon
We can switch reality channel and find another dimension
Something similar but different
But the ages are secure
The ages do not change

We wander to and fro searching for some sort of stasis
Our stasis is within
Our satisfaction can be self contained
Everything is here
We wander fruitlessly, aimlessly
But love prevails

One day we learn
This endless battle/love with the self
We feed each other
Or we don't eat at all.

Scribing 52 - A man on a giant leash

Where do we go from here?
We've climbed the highest mountain
We've done the most famous things
Now we are at a point
Again
of having to be ordinary

The girl, the one
That stirs up the confusion
Unaware of what she does
But answering the the beck of an entity in the shadows
The emotion to flow is its aim
It knows I can see
But by seeing I acknowledge
And then it is gone again

But I take on this energy
I take it into my body
And it takes days to process it
It can generate quite defensive behaviour
Because I don't have the time or the energy to do anything else

I go through a stage of not be heard
Not being listened
Because my energy is not within the communication
People need a carrot on a stick
Every word is a carrot
Without the carrot but with the action, there is no motivation to comprehend
So words that are said are left out of mind

The birds know source
The plants know source
The cars, even, know source
I sit and I have to process this energy that another has given me
Triggered by a word, an intention

This thing knows when defences are up
And it comes out when defences are down

The world of entity is an interesting place
Feeding on emotion
Guaging and creating a reaction
Keeping the wheels turning
Feeding, feeding, feeding

We the humans just do these triggers on ourselves and each other
While these things they feed
And between us, they get a feast

Then some believe the benefits out weigh the cost
But the entities don't make deals that aren't in their favor
They're not stupid
They're not anyone's slave

That's their right to choose
That's their choice

To think you have the upper hand
Or even that you have control
Is a sure definition of
Stupidity

How long will you fight these things
Until you die?

Then enter another dimension
One where they don't exist
And human behaviour is static

This is the most hated by them
Because they need your skeptical belief in them and their abilities to survive

This article of writing has created a doorway,
Play the game of hierarchies
Where everybody has a daemon
The abilities of the world piled on
Gathered life after life
Then retaught

There will always be a lesser and a greater in this world
This is why it must be discarded

The rulership of hierarchies has gone on for too long.