A rebel without a clue.

Information is never absolute Parts are lost Parts are hidden Parts are banned Parts aren't comprehension Parts are mystery Parts suffer misery Imparted untrue Lies take apart trust And deliver malcontents. First in three Third being sunny Twice equally squally. Eclipsed mood First in heart Heated crimson tide Flow in; tranquil, Sublime. Garden grows Between bricks and mortar Falling leaves gather Before the rake People smile against Implemented Being forced: awake!

Is it possible to know The Truth? Where there is no questioning Corporate media will not balance Mouth piece of the slavedrivers. Nothing was said to clarify The impossible achievement And the end is not the means. It is always just over a horizon; too often. Life multiples Life is common Life appears Life exists Life is to belong Life strides Life made it possible But being brought life; All ways and always. Is concentrating Being obsessive on one task - Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle. As all other objects of need fade away. I am a fiction of myself. This I always saw But went along. I was a slave. Now I am untethered - alienated. Who am I? Yes I once knew, I thought, Now I am confused, Thought doesn't untangle. Parts of my body Parts of infinity Leading everywhere Without control Never apart Reflecting Truth Attached variably. There is no authentic relationship ... As I lay alone in my bed, Dwelling on another vanishing Monday, The ...

Stood waiting - surely death must be frightenly cold. Such freezing of every emotion, body and pain. But what then? The Universe is inhospitable in all parameters except stars. The season's change makes it seem beyond a joke. We lie in bed and do not wish to lift our head. It creeps into every bone and nerve. Between toes it forces me to rock and fret. Bus home and time to descend into East India Youth.

My mind has been filled with beasts of absurd proportions and I was unheard among the cacophony of their blasted voices.  The space I was looking for was marginal and obscured to my sight. It was there but like the thin ribbon floating on the current of broken branches, spinning turmoil and helpless hopes heading beyond the steady shore in a forced drowning. Between the heaving, the rushing and the dominating of the presence I could find no means, no shore and no foothold. It was all lost for I. Now I stand, after nearing a suffocating end,  drenched and gasping for meditative air; peace brought lower to my soul beyond lungs like a spinnaker forcing and heart bearing a capstan fully wound-up under earthly pressures. It is relief to feel calm as the storm water retreats. After a purposefully felt mindful day (I had resolved to have yesterday evening). The bad weather gone and the demons drowned out at sea. Against the odds I stuck to this crazy confusing track with voices ...

Discovering Michael Chapman, from Hunslet, Leeds, via Cornwall, John Martyn and Roy Harper.  I have mistaken May for summer and now it's raining and I have no jacket to wear. I've written up yesterday's journal over a filter coffee and a refill and the free wifi that makes that Jewish hegemony worthy, just. Mum's new guy is taking her to Otley. She's taken her Vivitar par excellence hd movie camera on this grey and wet day. (We sell boxes We box sellers We boxers sell Our unused gloves Eventually.) I think that the whole second world war was staged so the Yanks could take over the planet. Why did Hitler declare war on the USA when he was fighting the soviet Russians and British Empire already? What a stupid man or was it a vast plan for the slow tortoise to be there at the end when the blitzkrieg went nowhere and didn't succeed in the time necessary for the policy? Shear weight of numbers and resources won the war in Europe. The evilness of the naz...