Thoughts Illusions and Patterns of A Bohemian Gypsy

Does it bother you? Do you feel it? When someone takes their life or the life of others, do you cry? Do you ask why? Everyone's lost in a world of horror. No one even knows they've gone back to the land of forgetting. We laugh and we cry, we sing and we dance, As the blood of the innocent drips from our hands. Do you care? Do you feel it? I do. Empath, I'm a monster I feel the screams of the children. Empath, I'm dying from the inside out. And what about the man who's left all alone, To cry for a hand, to cry for a home. Its common now, that mass shootings occur. And we still cry guns, its mindless conjecture. At what point will we stop blaming the inanimate object. And Look at the mental reoccurring process. Has it occurred to you that none of these children are terrorists? And why is it always a boy, who we assume is a derelict? So why the fuck aren't we asking the pertinent questions? Gun control yes, it's a goo

I gotta change it. I don't like that I get angry. But I know its a natural occurrence and it's worth feeling into it. I ranted about how I see Christianity. Its just really hard sometimes to fully accept people when they don't even accept you for who you are. Me for who I am. And maybe herein lies the dilemma. Do I still fight against fully accepting myself? That question, who am I, is a confusing one for me still. Maybe not confusing, just extremely complex. Complex because for me the simplest way I can answer the quesiont "who am I" is; I am soul. And what the fuck is soul but something eternal we don't actually know anything about, except what metaphysics and conjecturing tells us based on quantum reality. But at the core. We have no idea what the other side holds. Thats why religion is still a thing. We as humans look for explanations for the things we cannot explain. That's where religion came from in the first place. Ascribing personalities

I'm slightly worried about this one. I try. I really do try my hardest to be loving and accepting of religion, specifically Christianity. But I seem to keep finding myself in a state of anger with it. Its when I am subjected to it's nuances through conversation and being around those who profess faith in Christ that I sense the anger rise up in me. And it's not so much that I have a problem with Jesus or his teachings. I have a problem with the disconnect from reality that I see. Situations like the "War on Terrorism", get the fuck out of here!! The Christian religion has become a blindfold to the reality of what is going on. This isn't a war on radical Islamic terrorism. This is a war being fought for the rich fuckers greed over power money and oil. Yet, somehow Christianity as a whole has been duped into thinking that this war is necessary. Even though the ten commandments say....don't kill??? And I know...I know most people are good hear

Its been a minute since I last wrote. And the past few days I have been thinking of what to focus on. Control keeps coming to mind. I'm sure there is a healthy balance some where in control. How much to control, how much to give up to the goddamn universe. I guess I keep seeing aspects in other peoples lives where control is an issue. Which makes me wonder, where in my life I have an issue with control. And off the top of my head I think it has something to do with; wanting a committed relationship, like now. Somehow that nuance is tied to sex. I crave that closeness. And I don't even know what it all means. All I do know, is that I keep catching myself looking for it. And I think it has been clouding my judgment maybe. There is this bouncing back and forth between 2 extremes. Carrying myself in a manner conducive with finding a mate, and then finding myself in a situation where all sense goes out the window and I just want to fuck. Not that I feel that either one o

I have been having this thought. I wonder to myself if I can get into a writing flow about good shit. Lately it's been about what ever comes my way that throws me for a loop; or I have a bad emotional day that makes me feel crazy. But I wonder if I could write with the same intensity of feeling with good shieza. It seems odd from the get go to me. But I keep coming back to this idea that life is what we focus on. And for me it's about making everyday better than the last, in the sense that I am co creator of my reality and I have the power to change whatever is in my life that I do not like. For me, I will notice subtle nuances that strike me as being off. For instance the other day. And I had just smoked a wee bit. More than I usally smoke. And I do know one thing, and it's that weed helps me feel. Not sure how that works molecularly or what not, but that's what it does for me. So I also have come into an idea that I can feel the things I say more. Like my