January 25, 2023

Waiting

the simplicity of thoughts can change your future, a yearning, deception, forbidden, remember to sing loudly

in churches silent stillness, your faith has given it’s true worth, nightmare’s always end in alley ways, in the homes of the

desperate asking god to save their poor souls from more laws of avarice, wicked gifts of golden vice, resenting the

mourners accusation of treacherous acts of violence toward innocent blood, depleting of our natural resources in the hearts distress

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of slavish desire, thoughtless and guiltless, the simplicity of taking from others for themselves, abuse of god’s single virtue, his truth,

his cross to bare, his path, a glorious tortured liberation, his fellow martyrs rise and parade to the alter for communion as they taste

his flesh and blood, in guilt they breath stale air in his presence above the alter of worship, his sacrifice worth the pain of time

now he is sacrificed daily with prayers demanding a sanctified life without guilt, as the priests have a compulsive need to be

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our god in their presence, for sins overwhelming his sincerity of forgiveness for we are washed of our sins for we are our

sins and jesus was just a man sacrificing himself so his earthly father would see his true presence, a wish to die in his presence

as ancient gods, slumbering truth, powerless humans hesitant, seeking trust, a vanishing memento, our deceit in the

fear not in the awareness of our sinful necessity for violence, duplicity of thoughts perpetuating their vistas of grandeur

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retreat from the confrontation of the senses in burrowing, faithless, shallow defecation, as duty hides in the void of silent

despair, becoming other than this grouping of external chaos accepting devilish aggression as god’s will, the hunger for his

love hinges on the dutiful act of blindness towards innocence deflecting the inkling of truth that wants to rise but driven

deeper into the void of ego’s desperate deception, giving the faithful a touching of the flesh and evils youthful disguise,

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his single purpose, to see the worshipers consumed by madness, for his son’s dutiful presence, oh how we suffer before leaving

paradise, we hide under the illusion of tearful retribution giving credence to the power of suggestion, destroying the undercurrent

of our will, they are sightless in their glorious lust, these men of distractions, their lies whisper a coming messiah, the end

follows a nurturing disguise, in hate of oneself we seek to be fodder, a sacrificial lamb, waiting patiently to take our master and

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eat his flesh and raise the challis of his blood to the gods of hate, please be seated the glorious mass will soon start let us pray oh god, your silence deafening without cause as we slip into oblivion

 

January 20, 2023

listen to the aggressive nature

of our existing realization that 

we are doomed and left alone

to fight our battles in life as human

nature moves beyond recognition

as people begin understanding that 

when we turn on each other, as the 

oligarchs demand, splitting up our

youthful understanding, as hate grows

and anger builds we try and run from 

our future's desolation as mother 

nature seeks to give back to the wealth's

greed and brings forth an unbelievable

mastery over man's last days on this

dying planet, once a paradise now

destroyed by greed from the masters 

of deceit, claiming it was all for the people

 

religion is a sacrifice of your life that

hinders you from exploring the infinite

revelations that are waiting for your

discovery, the reality we live and the

hopes we share are abandoned now

in the vice of powerful thieves, you will

not break down the oligarchs exterior

facade coated with praise and prayer 

for the people's salvation, but the truth

is that these high an mighty crooks are

born to exploit the reality of human 

nature by instilling fear in the minds

of the worker, some climb up to a role

of ego power, brown noising the riches

ass for underneath their coated egotistical

desire for power,they too are only pawns 

owned by the 1%, 

church is a symbol of our holy invisible

savior that was crucified on a wooden

cross for his words of faith, our narrow

vision coming forth to hinder our minds

in a realization that what we wanted to 

be in growing up was the same as our 

holy father expressing our openness, 

allowing our ideas to come to fruition,

our hopes, our possibilities to be 

expressed without feeling other ideas

becoming our holy execution for god is

a sinner, a father that abandoned his flock, 

the devil, a violent ghost trying to undermine

gods/christ true nature, just a man in a book,

 

or novel, that just happened to be made

in the likes of early holy men and women 

willing to murder or sacrifice those non-

believers that tried to undermine the 

elites of vice, their ability to placate the

people with a book that only represents

a man trying to bring mankind together

but instead the kings and queens wanted

to placate the people so they too will follow like

like pavlovs dog shitting in their own food

 

 

 

 

January 11, 2023

the alteration of ones mind in time

creating a direct means of escape

where one wants, demands to

seek his truth rarely fulfilled

by voices passivity of inaction        

not understood, for each moment

in our lives has infinite possibilities as

we try seeking answers in our physical

façade as it becomes madness for

who we are and what will be is

a mixture of doubt and the realization

of ones future and your intuitive

expression that this reality is an

existence that one needs to flow

into, your world of possibilities

moving forward toward originality 

 

 

January 3, 2023

Photography is no longer an art form, no longer a deep feeling of independence. Once upon a time in our past individuality photographers had their own special expressions created through a film based reality. The waiting for your images being processed was always nerve wracking, did I find the right lighting for the beauty before me, was the sunset or sunrise bold enough to get your composition as you move around the scene before you finally start setting up your tripod seeing the wonderful landscape developing as the sunlight overwhelms your senses with the beauty of mother earth awakening warm morning light that highlighted a calm water and the reflection of Mount Pilchuck along with evergreen trees surrounding the small lake as mother nature opens your mind and your intuitive force that gave you a special moment, your inner perception of a scene being created before you.

What we had in our photography youth was more than just a run and gun force of shooting everything for we trusted our editors. We didn't just snap pics and then just move on, but analyzed the landscape to connect our inner vision with nature and move through the beauty of the scene, we stopped and observed the scene before us and then dived into the scene as if we were on an expedition, sinking deeper into the beauty in front of us ignored by those in a hurry without depth of feeling and respect for the beautiful reality blossoming in front of all of us but you ignored the scene not ready to pause and study the landscape before your mother earth.

Getting a camera is exciting but the camera can’t create great images unless you are mentally and physically present seeking scenes that you can feel and be part of as you stand alone in dynamic beauty as the sunset light begins opening a mental realization that you are in the heart of creation, present in awe!

Everyone is a photographer and billions of images are created each second, hour, day on and on, each a conditioned response to a cliché that won’t give you the depth of enjoyment in realizing who you want to become and what attracts you to certain subjects.

Snapshots are photo copies of someone else's work and not your own vision of a scene or some person that brings a force to your inner revelations.

What is your response to a scene you saw in a magazine, what is your inner vision of how you would approach this subject and questions need to be sorted out for to not have some semblance of possibilities ready to explore within the landscape that is in front of you, that has potential as you observe the scene beginning to explode with colors and wonderful light.

There are moments in time we miss continuously because we are having a hard time focusing our attention on what is happening whether at sunset, sunrise or on the streets always be aware of your surroundings.

Just as we pass by an unusual scene that is just getting ready to blossom we must stop and have an inner vision of the potential before us.