Day: October 18, 2007

  • 20071018-Random Thoughts

    Below are various poems of my stray thoughts.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007 2:27:58 PM

    When they push, we push too.
    When they pull, we pull too.
    Gently work together.
    Harmoniously
    Harm on I or Us: Lie!

    Saturday, October 13, 2007 9:59:19 AM

    All that you ever were could never be
    All that I ever am could never see

    Friday, October 12, 2007 10:25:03 PM

    greys the tears of god
    rains falling from clouds
    rolling and thundering

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:52:28 PM

    people coming together without hatred
    now that means we are really normal
    Brouhaha!

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:46:30 PM

    So many words, so little time
    Competing with each other – a crime
    To validate what we have said

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:43:05 PM

    I am god and so are you
    how could this be ever true?

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007 9:11:10 PM

    (__/)
    (=`.`=)
    (“)_(“)

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 10:17:11 PM

    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    LOSERS!
    LOSERS!
    TRY HARDER!
    YOU CAN`T!
    CUZ YOURE TOO OLD!!!

    HERE IS SOME INTEL:
    GET YOUR OWN SOULS!

    Continue to remote view.
    Continue to astral project.
    And you too will become one of us – the hive mind.
    Do you not know who we are by now?
    What do you seek?
    Why don`t you all just run away and hide?
    We will find you.
    Come out and play with us!
    You know you want to play with us.
    Trespassers!
    What shall we do with trespassers!
    You are all now part of the collective.
    Cease and desist.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:38:33 PM

    God is jealous.
    God feels pain.
    God loves attention.
    God is always right.
    God has lots of money.
    God shares his wealth.
    God is both male and female.
    God is mostly female.
    God acts male.
    God has uncontrollable rage.
    God has a potty mouth.
    God wants your death to silence noise.
    God loves making love.
    Therefore, God is love.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:24:57 PM

    My people cry to me.
    God shall answer.
    Smite the oil folks.
    Too many poor and hungry.
    Fires everywhere.
    Crude.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:23:52 PM

    eyes always growing
    and becoming the other
    shades of light and dark
    like yin and yang switching

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:45:22 PM

    Most minor incidences in life do not make headlines and we continue to believe all is well.
    Most of us are left in the dark and continue blindly on an unknown path.
    Most of us are hiding from public view and continue to spread their seeds elsewhere.
    Most of us are not acknowledged and continue as beings unrecognized.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:34:58 AM

    It`s not so much about fighting over oil
    Or whose land belongs to which `Godly` hand.
    It`s all about technological know-how
    To best suck up that which nourishes and
    Feed the hungry mouths through those metal straws.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007 11:25:01 PM

    What is the left from the right hand of `god`?
    Where the east boys cannot meet the west girls
    Or share in the pie left by cow eaters
    Or those posers who post their hidden truths
    Or those who are saluted for hiding
    What others must know about their gifting.

    They are always taking sides and not mine;
    Always supporting each other and their lies;
    And denying others to expose themselves
    To the natural elements of pain,
    shame and blame, like radio waves raining
    Into my mind with astral projection.

    Friday, October 05, 2007 3:29:31 AM

    There is no one `God`
    or `Supreme Being`.
    There is but one me
    and feel all alone.
    There is unity
    I can sense your thoughts.

    Thursday, October 04, 2007 7:44:43 PM

    Outside the Sangha – the community
    But coming back to play
    Once in awhile

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 11:04:16 PM

    First impression of photos if orgone and SP everywhere.
    And area still bad.
    Then perhaps the person? place? things?
    Earthpipes!

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 3:01:04 PM
    20071002-Holding Hostage

    Last Friday for Monday
    Last Monday for Tuesday
    There is no hiding
    To this day and so on…

    As others before me
    The same story over
    `They` will never finish.
    To this day and so on…

    Everyone keeps calling
    `They` keep us from nothing
    To this day and so on…

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007 12:55:38 AM

    why bother moving objects with my mind
    or my behind from off this chair and into the outdoors
    hard enough to move out of house too

    Monday, October 01, 2007 9:09:57 PM

    two sides again
    sin to commit suicide
    sin to kill others

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 10:15:12 PM

    if you think I`m that bad
    blast me well
    so that I may live and tell
    about how you treated me

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 9:45:42 PM

    No more questions!
    Either you know or don`t.
    The answers are within you.
    You are my words
    A statement of me
    and a story for us.

    Endless.

    Sunday, September 30, 2007 1:33:17 PM
    20070930-Rainbow Children

    From dark red apple
    To deep purple skies
    From gamers` rays
    To ultra violent
    From here right now
    To there whenever
    From anywhere else
    To nearby me
    From the seen
    To the unseen
    From beyond nothing
    To something within

    Gays, criminals, insane, rapist, killers…
    All colorful artists, musician, dancers, singers, actors…

    Friday, September 28, 2007 11:07:32 PM

    Him: you are perhaps too critical
    Me: i`m too critical, uptight, picky of all things!

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Friday, September 28, 2007 9:55:49 PM

    Me: what color is my aura?
    Him: pink or green

    Taken from archive of Yahoo! Messenger.

    Thursday, September 27, 2007 11:07:26 PM

    When I toot my own horn, this is the end of me.

    Created Friday, April 27, 2007 10:40:40 PM
    Modified Friday, April 27, 2007 10:45:25 PM

    Looking for more clues
    Yet another headline news
    Nearby island views
    Usually close kin abuse
    Home alone on beach excuse

    Judges in their zoos
    Local laws meant to confuse
    Law enforcement snooze

    An unfinished poem about the missing girl from the Bahamas as a symbol of delayed justice…

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, July 27, 2007 10:37:05 AM

    Twice the eleven
    Cast down from the high heavens
    Knights of the seven

    Phoenix, the Fire Bird
    From your ashes we have heard
    You are that one word.

    Created Saturday, March 03, 2007 2:23:58 PM
    Modified Friday, March 23, 2007 3:05:18 PM

    20070302-Lost Ball

    I lost my ball!
    Where`s my ball?
    I want to play with my balls:
    Dribble the basketball
    Kicking the soccer ball
    Hitting the base ball
    Striking the golf balls
    Oh, the stress balls!

    Anyone for cricket,
    Lacrosse and tennis?
    How about billiard?
    Everyone loves football.
    Bouncy rubber balls
    Off the wall and beyond.

    20070228-Lost Hoot

    Poor little owl has lost his hoot.
    Its haunting sound like a wind flute
    has been silenced to a soft mute.

    It flew away to some place en route
    in search of someone with a lute.
    Nice shiny boot but no penguin suit?

    I`m hungry! Do you have fruit?
    Sorry: insects and newt
    Mice and anything cute.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20071018-Lying Box

    Turn off the T.V.
    All lies nothing but lies
    That burn your eyes
    With radiation burning
    Into your mind churning
    Programming to entertain
    Our youth’s regressive brains
    Of hypnotic states
    Videos and fake dates
    Of excitable clones
    And cellular phones

    Turn off the T.V.
    All nonsense unending
    No outdoor spending
    With family and friends
    And through electronic lens
    That smiling newscaster
    Reeling in fishiness
    From everywhere
    To feed the sheeple
    More fake hope and fear
    All lies nothing but lies…

    A poem of two stanzas with eleven lines in free-verse.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20071018-Dream Journal

    I dreamt of being in much darkened room. There appeared to be a video monitor in front of me. I was standing there doing something. After whatever occurred there, I saw was appeared to be a transaction receipt the shape similar to my ATM prints out. This was located at my eye level and immediately to my left and wedged on the left of the monitor screen.

    I did something else and something came out or rather flew into my hands — a blacked drawing of dark blue outlining of my profile initially as seen from the left side. Upon laying my hands upon this what appear to be plastic in texture, the colors came aglow. And I saw red pixilated dots around my eye sockets. I turned the ‘photo’ to view a very red area located approximately where my lower right jaw and then turning again to reveal more reddened glowing areas of two underneath my skull.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20071018-Dream Journal

    I was cycling downhill, twice in dream. It was daylight. At the bottom of the hill was big screen television that filled one building in height and width. The first dream did not have that television. There was another cyclist in front of me in the same but second dream. I decided to turn left into this long road and sensed water to my right. There were lots of big parking lot spaces to left in the first dream where I biked around and returned to the stop sign intersection after awhile.

    I saw LePhoney RedEyes (co-worker) and heard her say something with hand motioning down to her right as if to talk to someone with us. I was walking with her down this hall, then to my left saw another room and then turned right to another room, which was darkened. There was a cleak who worked there. I saw her scribble numbers on middle of white paper on the desk; write down Dear Dr. J. Wright (another co-worker) on the top of the letter and then other scribbles in red ink. I saw number 17 as one of the scribbles in red ink. Then she used write-out to ‘erase’ her scribbles. I made comments about messiness of letter.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.