The Red Truth

No matter whom you are, no matter your position in life or otherwise…

There comes a time when you…you must face the ultimate face of truth in all its presence.

When this time comes, we are faced with two inexorable possibilities:

  1. To see and experience all that the truth is and what and how it will lead
  2. Or to close the eyes of truth and halt experience in its very standing.

No matter the choice, there is an outcome in effect.

The red truth holds all accountable.

The red truth requires endless courage.

The red truth knows no faces, it writes no names.

The red truth knows no grandeur, it knows no destruction.

The red truth is defined of itself, by itself for all of itself.

The red truth is blind to none and blind to all.

The red truth seeks itself and in seeking itself, it finds itself endlessly.

The red truth is life, it is the farthermost of deaths.

The red truth is existence, it is the unadulterated birth.

We can choose to turn away. We can choose to fight off the thralls to exist and be human in all its colors. But the red truth will find you. And when it finds you…

will you find yourself?

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Minutes if breathing, one to the next

Holy and of the sweetest unrest.

Minutes if breathing, one to the next

Holy and of the wisdom’s arrest.

Minutes if breathing, one to the next

Holy and of the underworlds grandest inquest.

Minutes if breathing, one to the next

Holy and of the gods confessed.

Minutes if breathing, one to the next…

Time…it is the life of the dead and the dead’s greatest life.

Minutes may seem small, but minutes hold the momentary lapses into which eternities may be created. One is not to undervalue the smallest of achievement, for a civilized soul counts the minutes not the grandeur of days spent in glory but in the possibility which is defeat.

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Beyond this Moment

Beyond this moment…there is another moment. And that moment, holds another moment. Which cradles another moment. And another. Ad infinitum. Endless is the possibility, as moments keep existing. You cannot hold, you cannot linger. You cannot grasp, yet momentary finding. But moments, are the innocence of purest magic. Magic which can float and exist… encapsulated truest beauty. The beauty we all long to hold. Our deepest longing.

We have it. Let the magic be yours. Open your world to the possibility, of …

beyond this moment.

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Traveler’s Rest: Destiny Unbound

For the mind to truly see, hear and develop one must ultimately find some form of rest. Some may view this as peace. In perceptive introspect, some may view this as defeat; defeat of the body.

The human form is incredible and incredulous, defying most conceivable notions to tangentially prove its functions.

Rest…is the ultimate place for purpose and function to mark the arrow of existence.

Rest…is the child in us all, begging to place its pure beauty in motion upon motion to each cell… in creation or destruction. To make whole that which is a(part).

Rest is the gods mortal dwelling…the ships port of occasion, the predestination of dreams greatest form.

In rest…we unleash the true traveler, whom will find the ends of infinities beginnings.

Unlocking the purest of worlds.

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Abide with Me: And the Stars Go With You

Amatory Nature, Unearthly Powers

Abide with me , by my side.

For as I tread along this narrow road,

I encounter none to see.

Abide with me, by my side.

For as I look I fail to see;

And as I see, I cannot Unearth.

Abide with me, by my side.

For my unearthly motions, fail to reach the edges of the ground.

And my unearthly breathing, fails to produce life.

Abide with me, by my side.

For Loneliness is not darkness and Light is Friable, so calm .

And my unearthly conflicts, make skin so thin and unclouded.

Abide with me, by my side.

Bound in me… in the same instant, unbounded.

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Knowledge: A blind light

Beware of Knowledge, the Double Edge Sword of Reason.

For every extract… to find the vial of wisdom one must take in an inordinate amount of poison. Knowledge is that poison. Knowledge is also that fleeting constituent which brings together all the drops of poison, into the poison’s remedy. Poison is the Antidote. Antidote, the poison. And the shining, blinding light that would be barest truth in color…neither antidote, nor poison exists.

Beware of knowledge, the double edge sword of reason. The sharp edges of truth and duller light of existence and escape.

Hope is a fleeting antidote, for the reality that knowledge brings both life and death. Both necessary constituents to fully engage the mind, body and soul.

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Meet Next Life

Meet next life

In the Half life that you live


In the Half life that you live

You will

Meet next Life

In the Half Life




Life is a series of cycles, we each can only live half in our lives…a half life. But the fear that one may not meet life, helps you meet in the next life. And the circle is what it is. Everlasting, beauty finds itself.

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Coil – The First Five Minutes After Death

It is only in the minutes leading unto darkness, one realizes the endm(p)ost of both light and dark. In the first five minutes of death, one realizes just what one is. Not what he thinks, what he is. And in that realization, therefore leads into the created heaven, neither hell. No, there is no respite in the purgatory. And the heavens are your hell. In the first five minutes after the darkness, one realizes there is no light, nor dark. It is here in the slow-moving, ephemeral gray the minutes break down into lifetimes. The lifetimes into infinities. And the infinities become, the reality you cannot see.

Oh blessed be the realities, that we cannot choose as we choose. For in our choice we have forsaken…what it means to fully exist. And in our existence we have forsaken, the realities of infinities in-escape.


Death is the fate no one can escape. The question, then is, How does one die? A person can die like a hero or like a coward. The difference is that the hero can face death without fear, whereas the coward cannot.

-Alexander Lowen, Fear of Life

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Heartbreak: Asylums for the Feeling; asylums for the meaning

Heartbreak does not occur as a sorrow of the soul but as an opening of the deepest mind in purest form. Crushed to find the open. Broken to find piece in piece, the whole-lest of scenes. Scenes that once were disparate, find the edges of truest love. Love to form. Form to create. Love to find openness. Openness to be loved. Loved to find heart. Heart to find mind. Mind to find beauty. Beauty to find wisdom. Wisdom to open the infinite. The infinite ever settling into the only constancy…to be. Being to break. And the cycle repeats.

Do not remove your ability to drift in and out of your own asylums for the feeling.

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“Ran out of all the meaning
I ran out of
It’s hard to fall believing
It’s hard to fall

So many men are losing
While out there doing the proving
It’s no surprise, he’s dooming”

-Silent Poets