Saturday, April 12, 2014

watchu know bout it



i hate that i can't say your name
and that's never gonna change

its always going to feel like the sun on a hot day
never gonna be where you want it

hasn't stopped me
hasn't held me down
hasn't kept me back
hasn't changed my resolve

when you go to far you find out after,
when you push too hard, its the hindsight that burns

just to push it aside and say leave it behind you
pay the toll in one hand and set the bridge on fire with the other
the comically cursed, the tragically tried

if you knew you were no good for anybody would you admit it
if you thought you've reached levels of mistrust and incident transcending relatable connection
would you tell somebody

or would that defeat the purpose

every single day i wake up and the sun is out i smile. nothing has stopped me in this regard. it could be growing up in a rainy town and taking advantage of every single ray of light as it appears. an application of social convention worth following through with at any rate.

maybe i only look forward cause looking back doesn't hit me the same. maybe it never has. not that we care now. not that we should worry as we barrel headlong into whatever the hell may grasp us at our core and rip new and blissfuly large holes into whats left of our hearts.

the last thing you should do when you're stranded in the woods is panic. the first thing you do when you panic in the woods is run. some how in life, that's all i ever want to do. if  you can't keep up, you can't stop me. if you can't stop me, don't try.





Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Pages on Cages


//play//



walking nimbly wishing quietly hoping secretly secretly hopeful
she walked like the wind might act if it had as much confidence
she dreamed as if the universe lay around in her in a complete lack of definition
"ask me what i think of you" she dared the planets
"dare me to do as i may" she coaxed the stars
rivers of strength like blood in her veins courses the purity of her indignation
unstoppable, unquestionable, fallible only by her own desire
limitless, uninhibited passion like infinity
stemming from the depths of a heart like an ocean
she only looks at you when she sees through you
translucent souls we surround her like planets in a universe
an ornately decorated garden of lust and love and need
the long lists of poor souls devoured by her amorous residual glow
casualties of a nameless beauty we only wish we could know
a desert sky of a smile
a life flashing before your eyes of a kiss
what anybody would give to not miss
summertime sunset highway hearts never forget
a bird in a cage is still a wild animal
fingertips find what they look for
with the determination of a runaway
with the destination of some other day
with aspiration of some other way
she'll write your name in the sand where it all began
and forget you as simply as a wave washes it away
no telling no say no begging don't pray
goddess wrote the bible on finding a better way
then she smiled a gangster smile the kind that lasts for ages
then she rolled up and smoked every single one of those pages

*hey pretty lady nice hand bag, why the pursed lips?








Saturday, March 15, 2014

Fictitiously Vicious

//play//


i could write a book, an autobiography of a crook, cabin by a brook, one too many a good look. make the characters brave and the antagonist better, wrap it all up with an equation to forget her.


we give ourselves a narrative a fictitiously vicious comparative, relentless at heart and snotty by nature. sand over the roughest spots and hide every blemish if every element of expression embodied the creative would there be such a distance between ourselves and our ideals that no make believe bridge could breach it?

its a filthy world to begin with, not a favourite of settings, most definitely conducive to the habit of forgetting. leaving behind the worst parts and hoping for the best, drawing up conclusions and refuting the rest.


but i'd write about the peaceful moments, asleep on her chest, by the water or mountains, lets leave in the best. sculpt it like castles in fantasy novels and summarize the bible holy christ girl you'd make jesus grovel.
would you write about the characters that ran across a desert for you? would the desert be the living room and the coffee table a mountain? embellish everything, sweet tea cup you fountain.


sunsets so brite turn midnights to mornings, turn every second of my life into a morning, and every inch of my visual field into blankets. and every feeling in my heart into room service and every tear in my eye into bacon bits.
every day the same again, more soft light eyes more summer skin, more countless hours inside someone else, more infinite moments in a complete lack of self. expectations abound in leu of sound, like silent needs, fictitiously vicious silent needs


Friday, March 07, 2014

campin

your heart is a time bomb my love's an american express card. this world is a pool hall my head is a que ball. fact is mythology dreams are misogyny. looking each other up and down with sheer terror is a college degree. music is noise, sound is clatter, interests don't peak, mountains get flatter. darkness is peaceful and comfort is void, inspiration is ruin and commitment - paranoid. happiness is shallow and nothing runs deep like the river of regrets now swallowing your feet, so hurry and pray to a god that never existed, for a chance to go back to that moment resisted, that second you should have just done without thinking, before you found out this pirate ship's sinking, but down to the bottom with crooks and the liars where nothing could drown out the sound of the fires - chocolate impostors, shallow marshmallows, graham cracker thin shells just som'whores in the hallows.


Saturday, November 23, 2013

High Hopes



maybe i'm just too high, or still so sadly stoned off a substance called hope. the very idea that you could substitute action with intention is disheartening.

hope is the action killer. spend all you got and just hope for more. hold your broken heart in your hands and hope it gets better.

or

get off your ass and do something about it

every second we spend commiserating with our sorry selves is a moment lost to intention devoid of action. with the very same spirit of loss we experience, we possess the potential to transform our negativity into positivity. i've had my heart ripped out too.

everybody knows nobody knows how low low goes when your eyes stay closed. its gotta be important for us to feel like we're the most hurt. that me, in my moment of darkness, is experiencing a pain deeper than anyone else has before. otherwise it wouldn't be special. and your problems wouldn't be unique, rendering them not exceptional.

god knows we can't latch onto stereotypical sadness as well as we can own our own brand of distinct detriment.

if your pain isn't special, then it's not substantial. and if it isn't substantial, then your experience isn't worth much. and if your experience is worthless then your life has no value. but by these rules we justify our worth by the severity of our sadness. this is cyclical viciousness.

most times when we really feel it we really mean it. in our context, in our reality, from our perspective. perception is reality. which is why most realities blow.

the constructivist argues that the possibility of improvement lies not within hope but in action.

hope is the bed mate of complacency.

action is the enemy of wallowing in our self conceived grief

what could possibly hurt more than the idea that you give up on yourself every time you profess you've got it the worst.

the new constructivist can't be bothered with the pain because it hurts more to admit defeat than it does to get back on your feet.

nobody can take away from you how hard you've fallen, nobody can discredit the work you've put into something only to have it stolen from you. these are the true consequences of the unpredictable life. but to believe your life, in this respect, is unique, is downright close minded selfishness. each and every single one of us sharing the same sun and breathing the same air surrender ourselves to the same exact chaotic forum of unpredictability. we all live the same life in the context of the fact that not one of us unique enough to control its outcome or special enough to contain the uncertainty. out of a dark and deep desire to set ourselves apart as individuals in world so bent on the cult of self - (the most selfish of all mentalities) we tend to take solace in our deficiency and shortcomings - in an effort to stand out. how you supposed to stand out if you can hardly get on your feet?

let your determination define your individuality. hope for nothing. act on everything.

the worst form of regret is knowing you could have done what you didn't.




Monday, July 01, 2013

Oh, Canada.


It's Canada day. 
I guess it's time to be a proud Canadian. 
But I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only Canadian standing in a crowd of painted faces having a hard time finding something to be proud of other than the corn dogs and a deep fried sense of freedom we've so recently realized doesn't really exist. 
But I'm sure just as surely as we learned its not okay to non violently protest our Governments unethical behaviour, we'll learn it's okay to be spied on. 
But is there even a chance to break a cycle that has already begun and shows no signs of slowing down?
Where do we look to first? Our cities? Our community? Maybe somewhere closer? Our homes? Our families?
Could it finally be time for parents to get their heads out of their 'iClouds' and remove technological babysitters from the hands of their infants?
Our minds are beautiful and limitless but possess the capacity to stunt, shrink, shrivel, be programmed and shelved. 
A child's developing brain does not possess the ability to decipher between the reality in your kitchen and the reality inside that iPad. As they grow, you can be certain they'll  develop a tighter grip on their iPad than they will on real life.
Not that our realty is anything to be proud of. 
A reality of oil spills, limitless government corruption, fast deals and instant meals. Flat screens and beauty queens. The praise of physical attraction and skill, and downright disinterest in the capability of the mind and all it shoulders. 
Within every one of us lies the potential to change the way things are. To change the Canada we live in. 
I'm just not sure I'm willing to settle with this version of Canada. 

***

Is this the Canada you want to live in?
Where yor dinner is ready in 3 seconds because it was cooked in a microwave or picked up in a drive through because you didn't have time to make a real meal with real fruits and vegetables because you're working far harder than anyone should because a bank sold you a credit card with limitless possibilities?
Bottomless refills and endless choices? Is this our Canada? A frightful replication of a crippled American Consumption based state of mind? Is this our Canadian dream?  Was there ever a Canadian dream? Is it  a 25% poverty rate among aboriginal children in our own backyard? 
Is a declining literacy rate a Canadian Dream?
Is this the Canada you want to live in? 
Where you're told genetically modified food is just as safe for you as the heavy metal in your fillings and the fluoride in your water?
Is this the Canada you want to live in?
Where politicians spend more a year feeding their corrupt and corporate bloated bellies while your child's education system starves?
Is this the Canada we want to live in?
Where our natural pride is derived from the beauty of our natural surroundings and 'existence' of endangered species we proudly boast on coins and dollars. 
But for some twisted reason we would sooner compromise the beauty of this existence and the existence of this beauty for a monstrous natural resource sucking machine leaking its poisonous effluent into our streams, lakes and quality of life - for more coins and dollars. 
All in an effort to ship our irreplaceable resources off to an insatiable China - In the name of a Canadaian Future...? but we read it wrong. 
This is not a Canadian Future. It's a Future for a Few Canadians.
While many Canadians work their fingers to the bone to get out of more debt to consume more products shipped back to Canada from China.
These few Canadians represent monstrous multi national corporations with the interests of real Canadians at the bottom of their lists. 
These few Canadians occupy the Parliament Benches of your elected and trustworthy government.
The same government in the middle of an election fraud scandal, a crack smoking scandal and a breach of trust - the likes of which Canadians have never seen before. 
Still the Canada you want to live in?
A government that refuses to spend more money enhancing the framework of an antiquated education system leaving our 'future' with as few options as possible.
All while spending billions paving the way for the future of a few more Canadians representing the corrupt corporations willing to compromise and upheave every last drop, the resources, the makeup of our national identity, all we believe is beautiful, all for a big greasy pipeline directly to China. In exchange for a few more big payouts into a few more pockets. 
You see it is no longer Canadian oil. If it was Canadian oil, we wouldn't be in debt. 

Lets take Norway for a quick example. Norway has a proportionate amount of oil as Canada. But Norway has NO DEFICIT. Norway has a billion dollar SURPLUS. 
 - because instead of allowing monster foreign companies to extract, process and ship the oil (providing hefty kickbacks to a few government leaders and the likes) Norway has - hold your breath for a the use of the devils language: socialized their oil industry. 

Controlled by the people, for the people. What a ridiculous idea. 

Sure there are a Few Canadians in charge being soundly rewarded for our current arrangement. But outside of that, this is a corporations product. With amazing and bountiful rewards for,  just a Few Canadians. 
Meanwhile many Canadians struggle to feed their children. Many Canadians see no future for their education. Many Canadians are lied to and told their future is just as bright as their MP's Mercedes high beam head lights doing twice the speed limit through a school zone that will soon no longer be a school zone because well hey, we gotta cut spending somewhere. 
I'm a proud Canadian. 
But I just don't think this is the Canada I'm proud of. 


Friday, June 07, 2013

Feel\\\\Free

fee\\\\\\\\\\\\\free

 a sense of boundaries is realistic
a belief they don't exist, theistic
a fear of limitations, statistic
a perspective of possibility, downright optimistic

***where you go and the steps you take to get there take pieces of present tense***

 what's behind you is important too.

 scratch scratches fire starts with matches they're burning down the world and chopping down with hatchets

 i've been steadier lately. not to say there isn't still a 3 foot chop on the water. but verily i hold fast with a good grip and a grin, through thick and thin. i should call my mom back as soon as i finish this. i ate a startlingly large amount of bananas today, and climbed a startlingly small amount of trees.

 i've been into high school reading level books lately, thankfully they happen to be from the early 20th century when your reading level meant more than a new instagram follower. people said funny shit in the 1920's. they thought even funnier shit. ever wonder what you'll think of how you thought?

* Frequentist Inference

"The critical point about Bayesian inference, then, is that it provides a principled way of combining new evidence with prior beliefs, through the application of Bayes' rule. (Contrast this with frequentist inference, which relies only on the evidence as a whole, with no reference to prior beliefs.) Furthermore, Bayes' rule can be applied iteratively: after observing some evidence, the resulting posterior probability can then be treated as a prior probability, and a new posterior probability computed from new evidence. This allows for Bayesian principles to be applied to various kinds of evidence, whether viewed all at once or over time."

 belief should be subjective, but, subject to change

 i fell in love with a keyboard, it kinda feels like the first time, but for now its banana time

 thats some good shit