FullConsciousDegrees

While this world is play and the end result is dust and dry soil

Do we dare to embark on illumination?

Do we share in the wonders of the soul?

So we look for permanence in the perishing

And we cannot penetrate the phenomenal being

So we go with the excuses of the ego and fail

And we see that this metaphorical share cannot claim

So I seek permission to turn a full conscious degree

Counting every bounty,

I am impelled by heart felt love

I sow the world and leave the chaff

I cease attachment to the fragments of glass

I recognise lies in truth and let it pass

I seek a permanent beloved in place of the transient

I observe with the eye of discernment

I pay attention to the hidden beauty

I ignore the decorations and go

I love the One signified

I see His light’s radiance

I realise this,

I cannot claim existence

The outer meanings are limited

But there is a trace of mercy in everything and every aspect

What we can do is so much

But the ego always wants to condemn

Upset for not getting, pride in gain

What we can do is so much

Just to turn a full conscious degree would be enough

WhiteWater/CleanLies

At the seat of empire

Africa is forced to self/blame

Devastated and inflicted

A rich world inane

Full-spectrum dominance

Guarantees supremacy

A messianic empire cult worships itself

Solemnly

G8 leaders declare deliverance from evil economies

Self sacrifice for the good of lesser nations

In the name of misused concepts

Like freedom and good will

Charlatans

Proposing solutions from up on high

No acknowledgement for problems self/designed

I suppose it’s traditional, when empires celebrate

That its vassal states come to pay tribute and beg for deliverance

While troubles exacerbate

It’s a new partnership for Africa’s development

Placing the blame for her tribulations on herself

Winning a few crumbs of aid and extra debt relief

Poverty reduction strategies spell g.r.i.e.f

The continent's leaders tell the rich world what it wants to hear

Debt

The underlying problem

Her deficit is one component of a vast and growing globalism

Debt based banking systems aren’t mentioned

The consequences for national democracy are devastating

Debts discharged through more debt are compounded by the policing system

Rather than a self/correcting mechanism

African voters can demand a change of government

But cannot demand a change of policy

She accepts a burden she cannot lift

Whilst democracy in the motherland is meaningless

Until its leaders are prepared to challenge the external control of their economies

Embracing them are the authors of their misfortunes

Structural adjustment is the nemesis of her development

Nations

Dismantle state support and privatise their economies

In return for minimal concessions on trade and aid involuntarily

Promises to eliminate poverty failing so spectacularly in the rich world

Are forced on Africa with crippling impediments

The key constraint is climatic uncertainty

The continent's leaders absolve the G8 nations of all responsibility

Self/determination is an admirable goal

But without control over economic policy,

It’s pure pretentiousness

all that increases…

all that increases the outward in majesty increases the inward in beauty

i indicate with serious words and i do not deceive

the beginning of this path is madness

its middle is arts

its end is stillness

when the connection of the essence is weak the connection of the attributes is strong

when a low wind and a high wind are joined in the same moment and form song

the lower wind overcomes in every case division&subtext leaving lines where they belong

a heart of gatherdness and outward existence is separation within which the self contains all reality

recognise the speech of the miser bitter even if it is true

investigations concede that knowledge only emerges from action

the same is true for its opposing tension

knowledge hidden in action, action hidden in knowledge

reveals gatherdness witnessed in your secret

while separation exists on your tongue

as we use anonymity to propel us into obscurity rendering longevity long gone

i think we be suffering from self delusional apathy

i see graffitti be the ultimate form of post urban expressivity

in a land combined in stubborn u-turn atmospherics

concentric opposites, reverb, content&style are the only heroics

our industrial espionage exists purely an ahistorical and cultural record for future studies

man only confronts existence with what is within his own boundaries

all that increases the outward in beauty increases the inward in majesty

Loosely defining terms : AKA 'yes y'all'

All things considered we're doing pretty well taking into account lives lived inside shells taints outlooks and life books filled with stories 'bout word crooks. We're stars, piercing through black matter, battered&bruised, used&confused, laughing, grasping for air, floating from the thick of armchairs, no cares 'bout phony republics, dancing in spirits, pouncing on each other, glancing at lyrics, looking for cover, smothered, watching ads, easy as dell, easy as hell is nearer than you think, closer to the brink of sway between oneness and nothingness, nevertheless we use whatever we possess to cleanse stress from our scope of duress. Investigations of 'yes y'all', 'big up ya chest', ps2's and dvd's lead to currencies freezed currently as a result of us as opposed to we's. Knees grow weary as an uphill struggle is married to a downhill fall combining elements known&unknown, shown&unshown, manifested, veiled, followed, trailed. Come one come all a'yall bringing plates, feasting on breaks, breaking on fasts, thinking 'bout pasts, aiming for pure hearts, last chances remembered, minute long promos half rendered, after effects effected, media composers ejected, another disk rejected, a risk for my disk is attempted yet prevented from opening, up. At once, I shut up yet open up mutually conversing up without breathing a word......up

Successfully fleeting youths yell at the top of their lungs regarding peace&freedom, jazz&breaks, angels&fakes, streams&rivers&lakes, rights&wrongs, whatgoesoff&whatgoeson, exodus&longings, evictions&belongings...
We are...

Desperately seeking recognition from contemporaries
Desperately seeking cognition within elementaries
Desperately seeking truths
Desperately fleeing proofs
Loosely defining terms on our own terms
Loosely defining terms in our own grounds
Loosely refining germs in our own minds
Tightly injecting rhymes of our own kind
Tightly deflecting rhymes that they won't find
Tightly conflicting chimes as we shine
Lightly collecting garbs of power
Subtly reflecting on spring rain showers
Loosely kicking adjectives to kerbs
Loosely tricking pronouns into verbs
Subtly extending visions from within
Expertly confronting sin. Winning
We are...

Loosely concerned with one another as we always have been
Loosely defining terms as we begin

...Affirmation takes precedence...

Severely fragmented communities seeking individual recognition causes difficulty in the digestion of true knowledge and the free trade of direct experience.

Hardcore secularist states of mind confounded by truth poison the awaam with bad opinion of the scholars.

What we need is qualified difference of opinion even with disagreement.

Steer clear of dissent, erosion/cohesion.donotlie.

The splitter of the date stone, the turner of hearts sees through people’s intentions and hears the whisperings in their breasts.

Sleep not tonight in the bed in which you usually sleep.

The greater compendium of unique attributes and ascriptions of ennoblement, ordained and non-inferable.

There has come a light and a manifest book, the first of them created and the last one sent.

The angels brought near.

Affirmation takes precedence over denial, the one who knows is a conclusive proof against the one who does not know, the rule is that certainty isn’t removed by doubt.

I spoke to him in the east and he spoke to me in the west.

One last desperate bid for recognition…

Schizophrenic split identity – was the insanity of industrial culture.

Autism is the insanity of the current complacent culture
that is, the human creature, reduced to automation.
The autistic child echoes back, the parents heartless abdication of their own humanistic situation,
the numbness of their feelings and the deadness of the inward.
The parents have become like the automatic process
they live by and worship, finding then their own offspring,
their hidden secret, has from within
its deep infantile awareness
opted to behave like that which the parents worship

one last desperate bid for recognition.

For without recognition there is no making sense
of the cognitive process itself on which life is founded.
Thus self-ignorance is cosmic ignorance,
for the cosmos is the separation of the human creature,
and the human creature is the gatheredness of the cosmic multiplicity.

NeverOnceInclined

These petal cells induce I to the state of the palm tree that cried

Form trunks of adoration, grown through era’s saplings
Up, into the open realm of infinity
Sealed, reaching on beyond the ceiling of our understanding
Beyond which are known by those divested and realised
The intentions of whom effervesce
This oil lights afar before ignition
Never once inclined
I’m content to be a shadow for things that shine
Once something we did changed everything, although,
In our separation I can still feel you touching me
All die a death deluded, some really live on
Never taking anything literally, we read on
And when I was almost there, I stopped
I don't remember falling asleep, but I’d like to remember waking up