Like... words, you know
Entering Omega
In the beginning was the
vibrational creative power
of mouth noises
wrapped in form.
Oh, Logos.
Trapped in fomo;
spoken in slang;
memed by robo.
Where has language gone?
Where has it been?
Where is it going?
Is it giving direction
to our living creation,
or is it framing
our self-limiting
fear of knowing?
What if we are
the living language itself?
What do we speak
Heaven or hell?
If our words were
painting our scene
that we walk into
… Literally …
would we be living
the dream of an
enlightened architect’s
limitless beautiful bounty or
incomprehensible incapability
as the tragedy of a drunken towny?
What are we curating
with the skew of our
bending of sound
deriving from within us?
Where is our intention found?
Do the frames we use
support the meaning we feel,
or are we confining ourselves
to speak in a tolerable
accepted shared fear?
If it was compared
to a thousand years ago meal,
would ours today have
more flavor and cheer?
Or would it have become
embarrassingly bland
and glacial water clear
that our words of yesteryear
have painted an escape
from thinking deep
and creating new abilities
to express our divinity?
… so we fell into a landscape
of the least common detail
inspired by a contemporary muse,
but ‘contemporary’ doesn’t mean
what it used to…
Or would our eloquence
leave us looking at the floor
with our ancestors
wondering what horror
has occurred that we can
speak from our hearts no more?
What if language
is more than how we speak,
and what we speak dictates
how we allow ourselves
to think?
What if it’s us
that is holding the key
locked inside
collective memory,
dusty dictionaries,
and living poetry?
What if grammar
is music with a boundary?
What if society
is shepherded resoundingly
by the hook of wet metal
from the high hill’s foundry
canalled downstream
affecting life’s flow profoundly
soon to harden the mold of
our harmonic tree’s whistling canopy?
What if life is flowing through us
and listening to what we say
and showing it to us
to see in this magical way?
Will our language allow us
to remove tomorrow’s fear today,
and create in this make believe play?
If jurisdiction is
Law because You Spoke,
does the true power
lay just below your throat?
What happens when
the power is released?
Do we dumb it down…
stifling what we truly seek
into copacetic nouns?
Or would our comprehension
be similar to what we’ve
done to the land…
Man serving machine
strip mining the deepest value
trading abundance for white sand?
What if the pyramid blocks
and monolithic reliefs
we’re moved cymatically
allowed by a belief
from linguistic symbology
forming what we see?
Have we exchanged
natural musical flow
for systems and schemes?
Something that works
to squeeze
our divine energy?
“Step right this way
for your scheduled limiting.
Please stay between the poles.”
“Seems like they’re getting tighter though.”
“Well, you know…”
The truth lives
around the words
not within.
Words are tools.
Swords don’t win.
They merely move
at the Creator’s whim.
What are we creating
when our language dims?
The language must relearn to grow.
The defiant power of this time
lives just before ‘No.’
Where You make the decision
To Shine Your Light
and regardless of any fight
refuse to bend
to the lowest denominator’s end
for anything else
results in perpetual sin…
Incompletion of you and
What you’re here to do
My friend
You are Greater than language
Frame it as you will
You’re already doing it
Yet much like a window sill
holding together
where to look by pressure
when you could be
carving out new sounds
like stained pane vowels
depicting life’s highest pleasure
It’s In You
a filtered belief
that words are made new
by another group
and if so,
life will be viewed
through their scene
and what you’re here to do
will be back catalogued
until full accounting is recouped
Naming things
Framing things
Claiming things
Laming things
What do we
really mean
before filtering through
Vocabulary?
It’s an alphabet
because it’s
alpha beta
putting things in order
so we can read it later.
Wonderful and creative
yet in hindsight
limiting our behavior.
Words,
are they forging us
or growing as we
relearn to be creators?
Rumi
Rilke
Goethe
Blake
Eliot
Whitman
Dante
Yeats
Joyce
Homer
Milton
Bacon
Shelley
Schopenhauer
Tolstoy
Tolkien
Growing language
with their inner belief
which reflects reality
and the paradigm
that society seeks
back onto thee
What’s the relationship
between
my mouth
and fruition?
Is the meal
prepared…
and then delivered
through the kitchen
so it can be
served back to me?
Then, who’s listening?
Speak it into existence
is just the beginning
the prisoner transmutes
the alchemical wedding
and vibrates a higher essence
intent lived, illusion shedding
write, think, and speak
free of social fears’ meddling
and You live royally
by describing the setting
walking like the fool
remembering you’re forgetting
yet courageously aligned
and in divine time
belief beyond no mind
you find yourself in the blessing
For you can say anything
but to say what you really mean
is heavenly
‘No’ is the Sovereign King
Space between is the Queen
holding the resonance
of prespoken clarity unseen
Speak the truth of Your Heart,
and it will become
What You See
I’m talking to myself…
mostly