Said something, anything,
it could’ve meant nothing,
everything, to everyone, everywhere,
or they simply don’t care to compare,
then there’s the possibility of warfare,
hoping instead, they’ll share in this affair.
Born out of a moment of joy
Soon to be mother and father
Ahoy, a random boy to destroy
Another “I” for the slaughter
Awoken open 45 years ago
Fallin’ a sleep ever since
No flow while pushing the scuffle hoe
the very thought makes me wince
Humanities not to blame
victims themselves of a broken being
Playing the same lame game
clouded from that which is freeing
Searchin’ for my-self in this existence
double my efforts before the clock runs out
Persistence in my resistance no matter the distance
This continuous battle arouses doubt
Reality under my control, which
external influences try to breach
Kicking my soul into the ole dark sink hole
These are all just figures of speech
Watching thoughts run through my head
feeling the corruption can be reversed
the dragon’s head not dead but realizing instead
The false belief of constant thirst
Yesterday’s but a thought
mind is fraught with a taught plot
clash of conflict you will weave
Rise and notice with conscious attention
thinking patterns that are scattered
Ascension to a dimension observing the tension
realizing the NOW, everything else shattered
It could end in sorrow.
It could end in pain.
It could end tomorrow,
while sipping on champagne.
It could end in rest.
It could end in sleep.
It could end undressed,
while experiencing a dream.
It could end in cheer
It could end in bliss
It could end unclear,
If there’s anything I missed.
It could end in being.
It could end in knowing.
It could end seeing,
presence was all I needed.
Neither to be proven
right or wrong
the argument persists
time since long
and longer still
the desire to belong
this feeling of wanting
so infinitely strong
I’ll conclude by saying
pass the damn bong…
– Geary LeBell
What does it all mean? 442 posts later, I continue to string together words and photographs attempting to describe the indescribable.
The past couple years have been challenging, life changing, I feel like i’m finally emerging from the woods with a way to be and surprisingly, something to say.
So, here and there, I will choose a quote from BowToTheNow and create a short fictional story demonstrating its intended meaning and post it here, along with my other interests, i’m even working on a book… ya.. i know… crazy…
Here are a few quotes I’ve written that you may end up seeing on my blog in the near future.
Everyone’s talkin’ religion and spirituality and I’m over here like; hell yeah, I like the album cover too, but have you really listened to the music…
You don’t control the vibration of guitar strings by grabbing hold of them; you fine tune them at the source.
Furthermore, every interference from thought alters the raw vibrations; so? You wanna make music?
Said something, anything, it could’ve meant nothing, everything, to everyone, everywhere, or they simply don’t care to compare, then there’s the possibility of warfare, hoping instead, they’ll share in this affair.
Acceptance is the realization of “its” dissolution.