Bitter Sweet Pleasures

Scarcely have I felt a greater impression of a most mysterious emotion to which no single word can describe, though I’m sure it is universally experienced. I dare to presume also that no one else is more aware of its effects than I. Regardless of my being proven false by anyone of you ready to lay claim on this hitherto unmentioned emotion that I speak of, I can have recourse by saying that my experience in itself is a unique one as you do not know exactly how I have felt…. Ok, no more prevarications on my part. I will tell you the truth as soon as you finally read this… Sighs, oh well! Why bother anyway?? I would just go ahead and tell you seeing that you’re a bore anyway….lol… You see what I speak of is sadness… oh dear I am doing it… Oh, but yes indeed it is sadness- sadness caused by despair of hope linked to a feeling within the heart that I seemingly know very little of but yet I am aware that it is quite stirring. I know this because I have vicariously endured it several times and I can say that the powers of imagination are far greater than the effects of actual experiences in this singular instance. I dare not urge you to flee it, though for your sake that may be the only solution. Your heart is so timorous and easily trembled by disappointments. You chase happiness while you flee sadness.. I wish you would not be so but such is the way of life whether or not you choose to admit that being the case. Nevertheless, pleasant journey to you! And if I find you along your way I will be more than willing to quench the thirst you will have then.


Consume my passion

I want to know your thoughts.. When was the last time you did something for the first time?..And if not, can I be your first time? Can I be your next smile? Can I be the roses that perfume your skin? Can I be the thought that enters you mind? Can I take a seat in your eyes while you wonder why? Can I,..? Hmmm..These I’s of mine that fill my mind, while at the same time not being mine.. You thought and I perceived it..You dreamed and I conceived it. You doubted but I believed it. Come let us go inside to a place where from each other we cannot hide. A place where carnal bliss is the sound of our voice.. And endlessness is the path that we follow.. Consume my passion!

Nature’s subjugation

The sun sets before me in the evening so that I would have good rest. The sun rises over me in the day so that I might see my path even through the valleys of evil. The moon reminds me of when I should give my arms to love with no ill effect to me. The stars guide me as to the seasons and guides the sailor across the seas. They also show signs of things to come. The wind blows to clear the air of your farting for me. The trees grow to supply my needs. The waters of rivers imbued with life quenches my thirst. The birds sing to me in the day. Love dances for me at night. Time is subject to me and I must only master myself to be lord over it. Without me who would be aware of it? I speak and it echoes across the mountains and send ripples across the streams. I walk and the earth balances my weight so that I would not sink within. And the wonder of all the earth is for my enjoyment when I open my eyes for it.

Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man

I have seen thousands of things which are
not in reality what they appear to be, and that,
both in the moral and natural world :
Knavery puts on the face of justice.
Hypocrisy and superstition wear the vizard of
Deceit and evil are often clothed in the shapes
and appearances of truth and goodness.
We are imposed upon at home as well as abroad ;
often deceived in our senses, by our imaginations,
by our passions and appetites, by the authority
of men, by education and custom : also led into
errors by judging according to these false and
flattering principles for the want of mature judgement,
rather than according to the nature of
things and experience of the past, which is true

-Albert Churchward