Monday, July 28, 2014

Play it again Sam…














     [Inspired by CGI Animated Teaser HD: “Cyberpunk 2077,” by Platige Image+]
        “…touch me like… an ordinary man.
           Have a look in my eyes…”
- (CD: Projekt Red)

Beauty against bullets, impenetrable of evil.
Beauty for lead, hope unchanged in the ineffable.
Personal responsibility, to thine own self be true.
Walk in beauty, hope perfected of absolute purity.

Beyond force, beauty escapes so very, very easily.
Mired in mass, hate loses again…, and again,
left behind, forgotten, “reality” no more.
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May you walk in beauty my sister, here & beyond.

--RK, 12:29amEDST, 7/28/2014
     …remembering Baby Girl’s birthday…

Friday, July 25, 2014

Ineffable ambiguity…


     [Inspired by “The Dream of Nell” by +AGStudioFutur+]
        “And her face (at first just ghostly)
          turned a whiter shade of pale.”


Talk to me…, just, with music.
Words cannot help to remember that which
I cherish most in my deepest quiet, within,
not even “A Whiter Shade of Pale.”+

Words left behind as leaves fallen…
…the miller told his tale, but I cannot tell mine…

--RK, 12:23amEDST, 7/25/2014
   None who quarry stone or word can touch this… - *selah*
     (Dedicated to +AGStudioFutur)

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Evil Intent of the Self Sacrosanct


     [Inspired by: Archive - Bullets (Official video)+]
        “Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky and I don’t know why.”

How many have you laid waste by now?
Looking for pain (you don’t see their blood)…,
…the kind when friend betrays friend,
now you murder strangers in heinous glee.

Strangers you’d have others believe pitiable, you
exult in harm & pain, homeless & those who’re not.
Cyberpunked without hardware or “reelskin,”
still you dance in your mind before their fall.

Listen to the music… - Personal responsibility…
Yes, personal responsibility, personal responsibility,
personal responsibility, personal response(-identity).

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I know what you did & I already know what’s next…

…listen to the piano… - *selah* +

--RK, 12:48amEDST, 7/23/2014
  [Reformatted 12/28/2014, 12/13/2015 (w/new video link)]

Monday, July 21, 2014

Beauty for lead…


     [CGI Animated Teaser HD: “Cyberpunk 2077,” by Platige Image+]
        “Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man,
           have a look in my eyes…”
- (CD: Projekt Red)

Bullets against beauty, collisions of evil.
Beauty for lead, hope unsullied, achieving the ineffable.
Personal responsibility, to thine own self be true.
Walk in beauty, hope perfecting purity.

Beyond force, beauty escapes.
Mired in mass, hate loses,
left behind, forgotten, “reality” gone.
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May you walk in beauty, here & beyond.

--RK, 9:52amEDST, 7/21/2014
     [In memory of dearest Tachia.]

Just the tip of an iceberg…

RK’s definition of meditation (from 58 years’ experience):
     the process of learning how to control the mind/soul (i.e., to rein it in) and its emotion/thought (taking its territory), to focus it, to concentrate and then finally learning how also to make it just shut up entirely and listen intently within (for that which this world knows nothing of), all in the essential context of learning how to control the breath by learning its electro-chemical language (without otherwise unhelpful overt muscular control), after completely relaxing with a comfortable posture (back straight, head aligned), though remaining perfectly alert, always remembering to discriminate between imagination & true perception (keeping imagination silent and perceptions shelved for later thought), continuing ever deeper & higher within, toward being and knowing far beyond existence and thought entirely.
     [Excerpted from my new book (Chapter 8, As Above So Below) titled, The Emancipation of Astronomy for the Common Man.]

The definition of a soul (for clarification, which is not the supposed mystery they would have you to believe):
     emotion and thought (from which springs imagination), the seat of the will and ‘where’ the ego is (an ambassador of the brain and mistakenly vaunted as “necessary self-awareness”) which it best serves as only an appendix - selah - (You won’t find this in any dictionary or encyclop√¶dia, including Wikipedia, where I won’t post anything of my own.)

http://bloggetry.net/ - (I built this website.)
http://google.com/+RK-MayarOwl - (My Google+ profile)
http://poetic-rk.blogspot.com/ - (My latest poetry)
Go within, or go without, in every sense of that phrase.

--RK, 7/(11)21/2014
   [Previously published on Google+.]

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Through the looking glass…

Can this young woman find me
through the looking glass mind,
(the etheric) she’ll soon peer into
with eyes so young to see that which
few will ever know, …or understand?

Will her fresh presence banish sorrow
which has lingered far too long
in this young, older man’s heart,
needlessly solo, quietly languishing for
just such a one (and only) to appear?

When I look into her eyes, sighing,
I see new, unexpected answers, …waiting,
only her heart has been given of matrix.
I wait now in hope and love of her,
to hear what’s never been heard…

…from the sweetest lips, never kissed this way.

--RK, 10:35pm, 7/2/2014