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8 Bit Guru

Inspired by Brett Comstock.

 

Written on: 10/18/2013

 

8 Bit Guru:

 

Ripples in the water

A breeze through the trees

Faint is the chorus

That feeling of feeling

Free

 

Rode to the show

Worry’s in my mind

Now I’m here

Now they’re gone

 

Hiked to the peak

Met an 8 bit guru

Now I’m here

Now we’re strong

 

There sat atop a peak

Misty and mighty

A grand master of enlightenment

A sage amongst men

Sought in the waters of projection

The mindset of transcendence

What is this life asked the student

 

simply, he said,

an illusion

 

get through it

 

A soothing state of mind

pursue this

and you’ll achieve

what it is you need

to succeed and shine

follow the drive

become your leader

pure states, divine,

powers of the mind, believe it

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Commuting

Found myself supremely relaxed and deep in thought during my 45 minute commute to the hospital where I work. This is what I was thinking.

Instead of focusing on the consequences of your actions or a situation you might be facing…what about the PRO-sequences of your actions? think about it.

Apparently Native American language was based around how things would make them feel (learned this from 88.1 WESU middletown on their Native American broadcast hour). for example (this is one i made up 😛 but its exactly what they were talking about): if one was to wish another a safe journey, upon departure or soon before one would say, “may you feel protected/protection on your journey” or if its cold “may you feel warmth on your journey”. the point is: they went on to say that our modern day english language is a very mathematical language, where as Native Americans utilized an emotional language. english causes dichotomy in circumstances, black or white, yes or no. maybe if we phrased what we mean differently, there might be more power in The Word of which we speak. remember that EVERYTHING is connected. thoughts, feelings, emotions influence the environment around you. “you are a bender of time and space, with the air that you displace” – Igneous Grimm (band from texas check ’em out) http://www.igneousgrimm.com/

Question

There came a point in life where I couldn’t make up my mind.

I just didn’t know what to do;

Listen to the conspiracy theories? Or believe the talking heads on the news?

But I found solace in my friends, and the things they said.

The light poured though my dreams; swimming in my head.

So there I stood in a field, vastly open and green.

The Farmer stood, said son are you ready for destiny?

I obliged as the deadbolt clicked.

This is an original work by Zack Borgstedt.

 

With our astral pastels

We’ll blend matte creations,

Surface our innate desires,

And make our connections.

Love, security, intellectual thirst.

Service yourself first, for

Optimum performance is

Beneficial to this Earth.

Brotherhood might be

Blood from their hood,

Just to one another,

But to me we’re bonded

For life.

The same loving mother.

 

The message rings true for all of my connections, especially the ones from Room 428. However, this is dedicated to my immediate brother. Love you man.

 

This is spontaneous creation,

No particular path in mind.

Just wanted to make a dedication,

For those who made a difference in my life.

One Love extreme, Marley may, it seems,

To have left an impact, rippling through time,

At 36 laid to rest, just have to say I thoroughly appreciate his musical finesse

and messages.

Poem tribute to Bob Marley, Rest in Peace brave warrior. You may have fallen in battle, but your voice still carries through time. ❤

The Grand Schema

The Grand Schema

 

Thought contagion spreads rapidly,

Seeding unequivocally, detriment and unrest.

Growing ever closer to a truth unrealized,

Receding even further from a reality,

Materialized.

We can continue our ways,

Our banter, rants and sway.

Cosmically we’ll converse,

Engaging the rays.

Then subtly revert,

To a pleasingly familiar portrayal.

 

~This was inspired by a few words, and a pair of beautiful minds.~

Lately I’ve been confused; a mass of questions running through my mind.

Leaving behind trails of temporary epiphany.

Complimented by hints of hope.

I’m happy to be loved, to be able to love.

I’m grateful for my chances, opportunities, and those that surround me.

Jarred by the duties of reality, anxiety seems to swell.

But then the bubble bursts and sheds anew,

The seeds and sprouts to show the way,

The path to a better life.

This is only temporary.

And we have each other.

.That state of association.

.came too quickly to an end.

.with the fate of regret.

.glowing a light shade.

.of green, phasing.

.to purple and.

.blue waves.

.Love.

Wake up

Dreaming

With a heart not sold,

Or Longing for an overflown soul

Is a road we Die to Follow,

Only to find

We are not alone.

Brothers, I love you.

Mothers, I’m thankful.

Father, I am your Son.

To me, this world has just begun,

But others, their song is sung.

Fragile, our lives are such,

Sacrifice, is it enough?

“Take my hand,” she said, and away we rose

Into the setting Sun, Free to Breathe

Knowing, we are

One.

Frazzalia.

Contemplation;

It begins with one,

Miniscule…

Then perspective, it grows, sheds, blossoms, and blooms.

The bliss of radiant Love,

The taste of succulent inspiration

Washes over the teeming, teeming, teeming

Frazzalia boiler.

Where is this pot?

Appleseed wore his on the outside of his head.

Mine is on the inside.