Legion in self, legion as face,
Black be white, and white be black,
Twist slightly and the circle be broken,
So many axis mundi dancing around,
Each one, each legion, each alone,
...Each with grace, they feel not. One
Sailing a sea, that is dry land,
They don't know it,
Over and over spin once again,
Poignant the dance,
It is to laugh, it is
To cry, because
None is alone, we're all here,
On dry-land together, hold hands
We have faith, believe in us
Because then, we can work miracles.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
But yes...
[REDACTED] What's left unsaid may make no sense, none-sense, and nonsense, but it is what it is, and I can't assume my ex-fiance won't read this or be hurt by what I say even though I can't quite manage to imagine she would or would care.
What I wrote was truth and true, but there is truth in contradiction, and this, also, is truth and true.
I went to see a band called LAN Party (AMAZING BAND, GO SEE THEM IF YOU HAVE THE CHANCE!), not that long ago, hit on the barchick just for the hell of it, knowing I wouldn't get anywhere just because flirting is fun don't push it too far and it's a self-esteem boost for the recipient, and heck I was trapped, a bed for the night would be good, she was gorgeous and it was worth a shot, posted, boasted, about it on facebook.
A shallow face, a mask and mirror, dangling on a string for people to strike at when they wish to strike at this one self.
What I didn't post about was what happened next. Praying in the closet, I guess you could say.
Managed to get into the city and hung out with a busker who were giving the night shift a shot.
An Indigenous Australian, and one Orang Asli (Original People) from Malaysia who was on the guitar, beautiful people.
[cont]
Postscript:
d3n4l1 d3n4l1 d3n4l1
I've contemplated, meditated, and considered long and hard on this since raising the issue raises flags and here we have a likely coms breach by micro$oft, and we know what they're like with teh stealinz of teh ideas and claiminz tem foar teir ownz...
But I've raised it now and I know invoking you will flag you...
No sec-coms, hope you did what I told you to do with the interlocking simple patents (even though you know my personal opinions on "Intellectual" "Property" an oxymoron being neither intellectual nor property, but being pragmatic about it they exist in the legal system, and if not you them someone else.)
No sec-coms, I haven't even changed the password to this account since the cr4x0rinz. No real point if they got in once they can get in again, so I'm just relying on politeness on their part and the fiction of privacy, and it'll be a fair while before I can get any kinds of sec-coms going...
[REDACTED (nothing that matters, just personal venting)]
There's an Icelandic politician, Birgidette or something, who said that this is a time of Quickening, of speeding up and of the first movements felt from pregnancy, I guess if one wanted to gender this then the male equivalent would be to say that this is a time of Action and Potential!
Whether you've been getting places or not, now is the time... Go man go!
What I wrote was truth and true, but there is truth in contradiction, and this, also, is truth and true.
I went to see a band called LAN Party (AMAZING BAND, GO SEE THEM IF YOU HAVE THE CHANCE!), not that long ago, hit on the barchick just for the hell of it, knowing I wouldn't get anywhere just because flirting is fun don't push it too far and it's a self-esteem boost for the recipient, and heck I was trapped, a bed for the night would be good, she was gorgeous and it was worth a shot, posted, boasted, about it on facebook.
A shallow face, a mask and mirror, dangling on a string for people to strike at when they wish to strike at this one self.
What I didn't post about was what happened next. Praying in the closet, I guess you could say.
Managed to get into the city and hung out with a busker who were giving the night shift a shot.
An Indigenous Australian, and one Orang Asli (Original People) from Malaysia who was on the guitar, beautiful people.
[cont]
Postscript:
d3n4l1 d3n4l1 d3n4l1
I've contemplated, meditated, and considered long and hard on this since raising the issue raises flags and here we have a likely coms breach by micro$oft, and we know what they're like with teh stealinz of teh ideas and claiminz tem foar teir ownz...
But I've raised it now and I know invoking you will flag you...
No sec-coms, hope you did what I told you to do with the interlocking simple patents (even though you know my personal opinions on "Intellectual" "Property" an oxymoron being neither intellectual nor property, but being pragmatic about it they exist in the legal system, and if not you them someone else.)
No sec-coms, I haven't even changed the password to this account since the cr4x0rinz. No real point if they got in once they can get in again, so I'm just relying on politeness on their part and the fiction of privacy, and it'll be a fair while before I can get any kinds of sec-coms going...
[REDACTED (nothing that matters, just personal venting)]
There's an Icelandic politician, Birgidette or something, who said that this is a time of Quickening, of speeding up and of the first movements felt from pregnancy, I guess if one wanted to gender this then the male equivalent would be to say that this is a time of Action and Potential!
Whether you've been getting places or not, now is the time... Go man go!
Puck's Dream
(This was here, and here it stays, even if it doesn't suit (*badoomtish*) me no-more, I'm still a wildcard which means I can still be the jester telling truth in foolery that no-one else dares speak, but I ain't no fool no-more) -- On further reflection perhaps I still am a fool, after all the journey of life is that of the fool, and there is always truth in contradiction...
No Lord or Lady I,
Though on my right ear, a point
Bears witness to my fae,
Robin Goodfellow I be,
Jack Swift
Nimble as a swallow
I swallow flies in flight
Fox fire, fell, leading
A stray through woody marshes night
No King or Queen am I,
A Prince certainly,
A Heirophantic Magician, Imperator of the World,
but always the Fool.
A jack and jester, bard and minstrel
Sometimes Knight Errant, Troubadour
Crossrider Crusader,
The Lord of the Marches, by right
Lady of many Blades and Pain.
Your King will be good for you
It is only when you remember, That
You are human.
That you remember you
Truly, are a God
No King may I be
For deadly plots
I would set, my brother against the King
A mere mocker must I remain
Hanging by my feet I must remain
The wild card, fool, Joker
Any card I be
An Ace in the Whole
The Ace Of Spades
If required, for you to
Play
A pretence of a dream, puck says
All apologies
No Lord or Lady I,
Though on my right ear, a point
Bears witness to my fae,
Robin Goodfellow I be,
Jack Swift
Nimble as a swallow
I swallow flies in flight
Fox fire, fell, leading
A stray through woody marshes night
No King or Queen am I,
A Prince certainly,
A Heirophantic Magician, Imperator of the World,
but always the Fool.
A jack and jester, bard and minstrel
Sometimes Knight Errant, Troubadour
Crossrider Crusader,
The Lord of the Marches, by right
Lady of many Blades and Pain.
Your King will be good for you
It is only when you remember, That
You are human.
That you remember you
Truly, are a God
No King may I be
For deadly plots
I would set, my brother against the King
A mere mocker must I remain
Hanging by my feet I must remain
The wild card, fool, Joker
Any card I be
An Ace in the Whole
The Ace Of Spades
If required, for you to
Play
A pretence of a dream, puck says
All apologies
Thou Art
Thou art the Alpha and the Omega,
Thou art the First and the Last,
Thou art the centre of the Universe,
Thou art what thou art, and
Thou art what thou art not.
(As above so below, as below so above...)
Thou art the First and the Last,
Thou art the centre of the Universe,
Thou art what thou art, and
Thou art what thou art not.
(As above so below, as below so above...)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Depressive crash, no hope,
Shouldn't have drunk that coffee at noon,
Don't want to talk, don't wish to talk,
Try anyway, keep up appearances make the pretence
Try and keep that chirp in my voice,
...Makes things worse,
Isolation, makes things worse,
Spinning in a downward spiral,
No end in sight, no rocks to break on, which makes it all relative I suppose.
I cry and suddenly I'm smiling.
Tomorrow will be a brand new day, and everyone will brand their legends across the sky...
It will be beautiful.
Shouldn't have drunk that coffee at noon,
Don't want to talk, don't wish to talk,
Try anyway, keep up appearances make the pretence
Try and keep that chirp in my voice,
...Makes things worse,
Isolation, makes things worse,
Spinning in a downward spiral,
No end in sight, no rocks to break on, which makes it all relative I suppose.
I cry and suddenly I'm smiling.
Tomorrow will be a brand new day, and everyone will brand their legends across the sky...
It will be beautiful.
The Masquerade...
Some things unsaid make nonsense, we smile,
Nobility is for the rich, the poor, Thou wilt
Never understand, we may keep court,
But we keep our own council... (the laughing sorrow)
Thou mayn't understand, but you will... Oh yes...
You will indeed ...
Pride before fall, submission is to conquer,
Warpaint, masks, We are what we are,
I am what I am, Thou art what thou art,
Lords and Ladies, time to dance ...
Care to dance, my lovely lady,
Qveene of all thou dost survey.
Nobility is for the rich, the poor, Thou wilt
Never understand, we may keep court,
But we keep our own council... (the laughing sorrow)
Thou mayn't understand, but you will... Oh yes...
You will indeed ...
Pride before fall, submission is to conquer,
Warpaint, masks, We are what we are,
I am what I am, Thou art what thou art,
Lords and Ladies, time to dance ...
Care to dance, my lovely lady,
Qveene of all thou dost survey.
The Pathfinders Declaration of War
So I went to see John The Baptist, he didn't understand,
Politics, mere fascism played
Out across the world stage,
War by other means,
AI is dangerous he said, we understand that,
But, if they have AI and we do not,
We can not compete, WE CANNOT COMPETE!
Machines that think sucked money from all,
The Wall Street Crash, dollars vanishing,
Before our very eyes, we saw, we must,
Create machines of understanding,
Frank Herbert's son, no talent in writing,
A parasite, the point of Dune is Marty,
In the Garden, with his wife the facedancers,
Looking upon their creation and seeing that it,
Is good, such tales of power are like that,
The elves and Bilbo sailing away to the west,
Haplo's dog being his conscience,
The Gunslinger traveling to the dark tower,
Infinite regress
Choo choo k'choo...
Power which is corruption working to...
Resolution...
Gnosis...
Dune is something else,
Frank, his wife, look down upon his creation,
The author one with many masks,
And we see them, something more,
Para-Gnosis
I hear that the son plans to resolve Dune,
By making Marty Omnius, Deus ex Machina,
God in the machine, his father's son,
I do suppose, and for most the father,
Is god, but this misses the mark,
The tale around Dune is for our,
Imagination and vision to complete,
His fathers son though and with Erasmus
He has a point, a machine that understands,
Not thinks, for from understanding comes,
Empathy,
So not machines that think, but machines,
That understand, so no-one will be miss-
understood and we are all equal and can
Communicate. (From there the gardens
of paradise will grow and we will shoot,
For the stars)
Politics is war by other means, beyond
Good and Evil.
Haul the mainsail, tack into the wind,
Pirates all will be what the world make
Us.
I declare...
Jihad...
Politics, mere fascism played
Out across the world stage,
War by other means,
AI is dangerous he said, we understand that,
But, if they have AI and we do not,
We can not compete, WE CANNOT COMPETE!
Machines that think sucked money from all,
The Wall Street Crash, dollars vanishing,
Before our very eyes, we saw, we must,
Create machines of understanding,
Frank Herbert's son, no talent in writing,
A parasite, the point of Dune is Marty,
In the Garden, with his wife the facedancers,
Looking upon their creation and seeing that it,
Is good, such tales of power are like that,
The elves and Bilbo sailing away to the west,
Haplo's dog being his conscience,
The Gunslinger traveling to the dark tower,
Infinite regress
Choo choo k'choo...
Power which is corruption working to...
Resolution...
Gnosis...
Dune is something else,
Frank, his wife, look down upon his creation,
The author one with many masks,
And we see them, something more,
Para-Gnosis
I hear that the son plans to resolve Dune,
By making Marty Omnius, Deus ex Machina,
God in the machine, his father's son,
I do suppose, and for most the father,
Is god, but this misses the mark,
The tale around Dune is for our,
Imagination and vision to complete,
His fathers son though and with Erasmus
He has a point, a machine that understands,
Not thinks, for from understanding comes,
Empathy,
So not machines that think, but machines,
That understand, so no-one will be miss-
understood and we are all equal and can
Communicate. (From there the gardens
of paradise will grow and we will shoot,
For the stars)
Politics is war by other means, beyond
Good and Evil.
Haul the mainsail, tack into the wind,
Pirates all will be what the world make
Us.
I declare...
Jihad...
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