Love

I think love is a goddess.

Within her hides a child

          Quick to laugh, quick to cry

          The essence of life,

           the courage to die.

I think love is a god,

A wise, gentle warrior,

Strong and stately, perfect in protection,

Humble and calm, mind in collection.

I think love is an illusion,

          The trickery of spirit,

          Subtle and silent, slick and shy,

          The sage knows all, yet still questions why.

I think love is sanity

          A spiritual pill that cures all ill,

          The ritual of work and play,

          Sleeping at night, celebrating the day.

I think love is the smile of the earth,

When we honor the gifts of all life,

          Sharing food, erotic energy,

          Befriending the snake, the cow, the human clergy.

I think love is the unity of God,

When spirits become one.

                   In worried worship, in ecstasys profusion,

                   In protecting  paradise, in mystical profusion.

Psychology of A Spider

My yearning is a spider's love.

Do not kill the spider.

My love has no feeling, no sentimentality, no genital thrust,

no nurturing breast.

My love has no song.

I live in a spider's world. Disintegrating cobwebs that get's in a ladies hair, a child's eyes.

My dream is a fly, ugly, buzzing, dirty.

My love hates life. A nibbling, sucking hunger, insatiable, tasteless, unsatisfying.

I live in a black and white world; no color, no companionship, no orgasm, no way in or out but just nowhere.

I bring to you fear, disgust, and disease. My word is poison.

My god is a demon which the maid hastilly kills with a swift, careless, crush of an old rag.

With My eye of fire My mind speeds to your shy shimmering star,

With an unrespected courage I challenge the seductive senses of  sin,

Who are ashamed to ponder Your kind lips,

Shut to the delusion of death and and useless birth.

The freedom to love whisks in the winds of magic and mirth

As I meditate with that one point that fills the cosmos

with the light that glorifies Your elegant hands

busy in the beads of the inverted trees of unstoppable growth.

How drugged the dualities of evasive evil and gratuituous good,

Who knows not the window of Your prcfound thought and cunning care,

And the conclusive evidence of your demanded devotion,

Which causes My naked heart to submit to soft rhythms of mercy.

Yet Who am I to boast of tyrannical power,

Which dazzles the limited views of frightened galaxies,

And what is it I can ask of You

When we are already One?

False Friend

Rats crack and enroll the finks,

Whose bad thoughts spread a stink,

Securely staffed and stuffed with pleasure,

He picks my bones at his leisure.

Crawling, creeping within my seat,

Stands on his head and talks with his feet,

Blabbing like buggered blubber,

His head is filled with lazy lumber.

Born and bred on internal organs,

His heart is decorated with dangling gorgons,

He sizzles and spits and sputters to death,

His mouth decays preaching bad breath.

This fiendish friend of whom I tell,

Within my mind he totally dwells,

My very self betrays the need,

To fine purity on which to feed.

All thoughts breed within,

The balloon of ego bursts with a pin,

Seeing a friend outself my self,

I put my shadow on the shelf."And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make." The Beatles.

Original Pithy Sayings

We live in a perfectionist society, and they have created a perfect disaster.

God with form is infinite in complexity, and God without form is infiinite in simplicity.

World peace is meaningless without inner peace, and inner peace is useless without world peace.

A workaholic is someone who is so busy working, he never gets anything done.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of  power, the world will know peace"

Jimi Hendrix

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Supplementary Nonsense

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I was visiting a friend when her two daughters came home and started a conversation. At one point one of them said something, made a pause and then said 'not'. What an ego high. I asked them where they had got that expression. They didn't seem to know.

Years before when I was a teenager, I had started using this expression of 'not' before anyone else. It started about 1968-72. It circulated among my friends, must have incorperated by a local TV program, I think Second City in Toronto and then went onto a popular  comedy movie. During those year I have been out of touch due to illness, and drug use. So I heard it for the first time from these teenagers as having become part of common speech.

I had got the idea from a chapter of a case study by Freud (or perhaps Carl Jung, please excuse me). In this study, a man who was psychotic said a long curse, and then ended it by saying 'not'. I thought this was sort of funny and interesting. He was both saying a curse and negating it.

I am not interested in any legal or financial implications of the situation. It just gives me a kind of thrill whenever I hear it being used.

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