i
awake with deep mental anguish that is just palpable disappointment if
not contempt at the realization to how complete i am surrounded by
douens, cowards, curs, pothounds, confidence-smartmen, , pliable women
and grifters of both and all stripes
and as I tried to gather them all, and got to pothounds I thought of phillip nunez, we had a conversation early on when i met him in 2008 or so about trinidad being populated by pothounds was his theory, postulate and philosophy.
where is he? why do i not see him? is he blocked? but well? i just hope he is well. he is also the only other person in trinidad who knows the extent to which the cso from top and all the ministries, agencies and ngos make up numbers to suit their trade, no accuracy in data, far less for statistics.
both he and i are of the same trade, if not a generation apart.
Good Morning for people on your path
Like or Love no one, Only to:
Honor their passing
Value their contribution
Learn,
Take notes and Lessons
that is all
i also get up realizing the extent to which i was a powerhouse in partnership. Did only one deed, and accomplished a victory in six weeks but so many were appalled and intimidated they set upon working their mental manipulations. so upside is down. what was growing is now stalled.
the empire building has no contractors. and the entity that was the goose has no home, no more golden eggs laid - all except two were crushed. and no telling if the remaining one on the ground will survive this season of self and twinflame partner sabotage. i struggle to withhold contempt
...it is just to see it all as a movie, a quirky confucius proverb on the self fulfilling prophecy of those empty of many things, all things. i am fascinated how one such can fool others. my only clue is the art of projection. and i wake thinking to make calls, sound the alarm to others, not to change anything but to explain us not moving forward. the bad thing about all this is the association and folk thinking you blanked them too. no not so, just almost always in this place, the incompetent clueless ones are the heads of all shows and failure to shows. so bounce and ozy this is the scene. calls to come in time
and the only one i can appeal to is the mother on the other side. she knows. she has seen. she bears witness. she heard the denials, and knows my hands fruits were swiped, dismissed, as if non-existent...and is that silent spirit ancestor knowing not worth ten thousand misfits?
yeah. like that.
so half month july
half the moon tide wax
half way to the full moon
and that list written for manifestation
...hm
i havent the heart to revise it
it is what it is meant to be\
and i have not yet resolved if that is the best rationale for shit yet, or the highest form of zen mastery
selah
and as I tried to gather them all, and got to pothounds I thought of phillip nunez, we had a conversation early on when i met him in 2008 or so about trinidad being populated by pothounds was his theory, postulate and philosophy.
where is he? why do i not see him? is he blocked? but well? i just hope he is well. he is also the only other person in trinidad who knows the extent to which the cso from top and all the ministries, agencies and ngos make up numbers to suit their trade, no accuracy in data, far less for statistics.
both he and i are of the same trade, if not a generation apart.
Good Morning for people on your path
Like or Love no one, Only to:
Honor their passing
Value their contribution
Learn,
Take notes and Lessons
that is all
i also get up realizing the extent to which i was a powerhouse in partnership. Did only one deed, and accomplished a victory in six weeks but so many were appalled and intimidated they set upon working their mental manipulations. so upside is down. what was growing is now stalled.
the empire building has no contractors. and the entity that was the goose has no home, no more golden eggs laid - all except two were crushed. and no telling if the remaining one on the ground will survive this season of self and twinflame partner sabotage. i struggle to withhold contempt
...it is just to see it all as a movie, a quirky confucius proverb on the self fulfilling prophecy of those empty of many things, all things. i am fascinated how one such can fool others. my only clue is the art of projection. and i wake thinking to make calls, sound the alarm to others, not to change anything but to explain us not moving forward. the bad thing about all this is the association and folk thinking you blanked them too. no not so, just almost always in this place, the incompetent clueless ones are the heads of all shows and failure to shows. so bounce and ozy this is the scene. calls to come in time
and the only one i can appeal to is the mother on the other side. she knows. she has seen. she bears witness. she heard the denials, and knows my hands fruits were swiped, dismissed, as if non-existent...and is that silent spirit ancestor knowing not worth ten thousand misfits?
yeah. like that.
so half month july
half the moon tide wax
half way to the full moon
and that list written for manifestation
...hm
i havent the heart to revise it
it is what it is meant to be\
and i have not yet resolved if that is the best rationale for shit yet, or the highest form of zen mastery
selah
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