Reiki Share

Written Enchantments, Musical Tidbits, Endless Questions.

[vintageskatescans]

[reikishare]

When you trade your honest actions in for prefab drab retractions then you’ll suffer all euphoric sick smile at being such a dick and say, “the world is better for it” Gelatin computers jiggle felt tip pen coat me in sugar turns out that it was just a booger with some wires connecting a soul Beat’n red human creature implodes in a garbled gutted flipped out pose while this world is still made by those who are whoever anyone everyone really.

[reikishare]

fanatic or creator side stage or front row theatre pedestrian or skater do you dilute your strongest feature? While your exact-o-blade gaze stencils the bus window clean through each manhole vein of toxic blood  pumping under this street shit in the water from the shit you eat so much for food basics we’ve advanced, no we’re tasteless overstimulated face lift a fork to hit the hay with  -

learn how to read your dreams each dreamer has their language a personal vantage pointer finger sandwich 

A laundromat meditation tape dry clean your alteration state hem up hem them stem steeds weed those lawn greens grow those friend beads.

[reikishare]

When a man builds himself out of cheese he should see the toothpick coming. When the politics of pain is argued over a randomized value system based on what doesn’t piss people off who get off on getting pissed off then everyone is doomed to be pissed off eventually.

How sources of information that are fueled by systems of inequality are the systems that oversee the validity of uncomfortable discussion we will always be deprived of that confrontation. The reason so many basic problems of personal identity still operate as if they’re functional, is because we’ve yet to actually push passed the caution tape We have yet to be the outlier, we have yet to be proof of a different experience. We let self proclaimed victims of their own laziness be the spokes people for those that suffer real poverty which then silences the true state of those impoverished. How body image is the petty shit we debate while the world is still a violent pollution palace, that the lucky among us don’t have to live directly beside gnarled hum-droning industrial waste scapes and yet see it day to day as acceptable unchangeable, eternally okay because it’s not me right now story of where we’re at in this country. The awareness given to aspects of experience that are universally inhumane is so minuscule beside the sky scrapping wall of awareness given to aspects of experience that are only an issue to an individual or small group. And when we talk about the universal injustices we gloss over them as if they’re insolvable equations.   Most of these issues can be solved in a practical manner; issues of consumption and the havoc it reeks with wastage of usable resources, with industrial by-products made from materials destined to become those very by-products of waste, issues of how our cities function and are planned, these are solvable issues. But we don’t spend our minds on these, we are somehow, coincidentally sticky in a web of entirely subjective problems that have no path to clarity and only end in further entanglement and confusion. Apparently we should spend all of our energy entangled so that there’s none left for us to not be red-neck morons who leave beer bottles floating in creeks along The Bruce Trail.

[reikishare]

It’s been a while since I’ve been on here, I don’t even know this world anymore.  Is there anyone out here scrolling my poems that can relate? Who are you random ass internet followers who may or may not see this? Reach back! I’ve spent tons of time isolated on this thing, that is apparently social but seldom is so.  Photo hungry homo-sapiens of tumblr, what’s up? Throw some love to a guy with a crayon box of words. 

[quotemadness]

You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time. All else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

[reikishare]

Gotten used to living on a sickle debt cutting to a core, what hasn’t grown out yet in this humid breeze-less subway happiness in whatever I get Cross the busy bridge the gravelly ways up to the trucks the sulphur stink each strip mall hangs around happiness in whatever makes a sound Silly rhymes on a shifting porch tapping knees to beat box beats as the rain’s diagonal rays splash my back and make me sqwack it’s getting harder now to talk Next life I want to come back as an orca next life I want to come back as a dolphin

[reikishare]

Another life ago uniform streets inspired twisted phrases and in the clean and boring downtown where old people sold beautiful boring flower paintings I soldiered on unquestioned, with my own mind in sharp contrast I couldn’t mistake it. Some cell of that mind still functions in hologram some sense of that self still seems intact and yet muted. I’ve let all of the jealousy jade me, I’ve let all of the time between now and then convince me, that I’m different, I’m older, I missed my window, in fact I’ve failed to even acknowledge it until now. Now more than ever I need to get high and yet I’m afraid and there’s never a better time to get high than when you’re afraid.

[reikishare]

Since I’ve been dead I’ve had a lot more friends but I don’t have the time I was the time Im the time I’m time --- A big chia pet the earth’s carpet burnt in the hide I wanna hide in the hide I wanna hide --- Find where you’re afraid watching how it’s made now that I know what’s inside I’m not gonna hide I’m not gonna hide I’m not gonna hide.

[reikishare]

Oh god in my Gundam I’m floating out of body this avatar of hands it’s quiet wisdom holds me my tongues a jagged leaf of angles that en-trance the sacred shape the silly dancing plants

[reikishare]

Before I could read everything was japanese before I could write words were magic beyond my slight of hand --- There’s so many funny looking people I’ll get in trouble pointing them out this no non-sense of humor afraid to laugh at itself --- Memory distortions emotional delays the longer the attention span the longer the day feels around --- so many different ways of thinking drip drop from the same spout of what it means to be human I should know what that’s about...

[reikishare]

Time is the measure of the incomplete and therefore condemns you to a life without definition.

We’ve taken this idea of time and we’ve stretched it out to the point where we fail to see that our own obsession with the moment is the death of it. You never have time, you are time complete in every moment as every step of you is a complete motion. Once you understand what time is you’ll know that it can’t be wasted only ignored. We don’t know our true image but others do. They have a perspective of us that we’ll never fully possess. We will never now a beauty greater than the beauty we see in other people. Know that to other people you are that beauty too.

[indizombie]

Is the choice between Democrat and Republican really a choice? There may be two sides to every coin, but what connects them is the coin.

William Melvin “Bill" Hicks, comedian [1961-1994] (via indizombie)

[lifting-quotes]

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (via lifting-quotes)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Give up defining yourself - to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.

Eckhart Tolle (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[reikishare]

You can almost hear the soil heaving in infinite labour what a loving world to make itself, to make us so we could soak it in a rainbow’s worth of make up a steel mill’s shiny shit if any part of life is unfair it’s that you don’t know enough to know what to make of it. Can you save the hecklers from your truth and still keep it in focus not even a bully deserves a lie that’s how they found their seat lied to and lying until the updates were complete.

[alanwilsonwatts]

I still don’t understand why those who have neither time nor skill for real gardening shouldn’t just let their land go its own way, rather than insisting on lawn order, whereby grass is forced to imitate a billiard table.

Alan Watts, 15, In My Own Way. (via alanwilsonwatts)