6.20.2011

The Gaian God Mind




Light and darkness
wrong and right
dualities, fractals,
third eye sight.
Inherent knowing,
 god mind connection
archetypes flow
in separate directions.

Non Linear Poetry Clusters



Non linear poetry clusters

This will be a new medium for self expression.  The only medium for true self expression.  For the ego restrict us into linear thinking.  Inspired by the teachings of Terence Mckenna,the psychedelic experience, and practice of ego-loss, Non linear poetry is an exercise and adoration for the god mind, and holistic oneness.  It is a non linear matrix, representative of the true nature of time and reality.

The Non linear cluster notion works best when each...

6.18.2011

The Old Sage and the Secret to Eternal Life




     I f someone came up to you on the street, and offered you a chance to cheat death, would you be listening?  Would it somehow intrigue you for a second, while then quickly fading into obscurity in the
corridors of your own tortured mind?  OK I'll slow it down and SPELL IT OUT for you.
A Man on a street corner, Wearing nothing but a trench coat trapping his identity.

An Old Sage...
Offers you, the secret to eternal life.
Doesn't hand you nothing,
Exchanges no haunting glare
In fact, the absence of both
Make you all too aware
Your taking him up on it.

You've made your own misery,
now its time to meet your own maker

Your the dough , and hes the baker.


You've been rising since birth, like yeast in an old and
dirty glass of beer. Swigged from by the Almighty himself.

You've Known this baker your whole life, As you've come to
call him... Sitting on this street corner.
You hadn't recognized him, disguised and draped behind
a shadow of suspicion.

But there he was. Real as the weeds that defied the concrete
beneath his feet.  You scan him top to bottom, looking
for a vulnerable weakness. You find not a drop to be rung

You ask the man, whats his deal?
Has his mind gone astray
Does he feel?

Is he disingenuous,
Or does his way,
seem all too real?

regardless, you've already taken him up on it.

An offer such as the secret to eternal life, Man!!!!
Is that a sweet deal!  Even if this alleged high priest
stank of a filthy swine, It simply would have eaten your
mind and shat out regret in a coiled stench of diarrhea ( sorry
for the unintended, yet highly unavoidable imagery)
To ponder for the rest of your miserable, regulated days
what would have happened, if you had JUST taken him up on
it.  So you do... There u go! Now if that's not buying your
ticket and taking the ride, I don't know what is!

Your minds eye blinks... As you are made all to aware
that you've been sitting here deliberately debating your
next incalculable move, while The blessed bum awaits.

"How much, for this secret?" You say... As if in some
desperate quest to stall for more precious time.

The old sage stalls for a second, before slipping said words
from his lips...
"Every unscheduled hour of your waking life"

As my brain slowly comprehended the gravity of the mans statement,
the sage had taken it upon himself to deal a most unimaginable new
deck of cards.  My body language belied my bewilderment long enough
for him to pick up on the fact, that I am taking him up on it, once again.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he pulls a pen from his pocket
placing it in my perspiring palms.

He says to me...

This pen is precise
With a mood , You entice
Your words come to life
and dance off the page

Your ambition is audacious
With a crude, old device
My feelings melt through
the bars of your cage

Your impression is implied
With a judgement, u deliver
My frail frame quivers
I can feel the old age

With the passage of time,
Each rhyme rings decline
Only your words will remain
To become this old sage.

...and we eternally coalesced, universal paradox's be damned.

HOO-rah

5.17.2011

The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom



 Working Title for short story: "Snowflakes in hell: A zombie luv story"
current status: incomplete...


Chapter 1: The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom

    I  awoke to a strange pulsing sensation.  This sensation crawled through the air and echoed into my ear cavity.  Slowly, it slithered down through my ear drum and ignited my senses alive.   I had suspected a soothing and serene melody to awaken to, but this morning it would be different.  Apparently my inebriated and idiotic self forgot to set the music alarm last night.  Instead of the mellow tunes of some sweet smooth jazz radio station, I restarted to the bland and irritating noise of a beep sound wave hyped up on steroids. 

My eyes were red, and swollen.  My face sunken and dark.  The rings inhabiting the lower reigon of my eye sockets were vulgar, and very defined...

5.15.2011

The Urban Oasis





    S omewhere along the crooked line, you'll come across a vast oasis draped symmetrically amidst the concrete jungle.  the buzzing of cell phones like digital fairies darting between the formidable landscape.  The howling of taxi horns can be heard just beyond the boundaries of its timeless space.  Its beauty and design so eloquently part of its nature.

As you look around, high and low...you catch the finest nuances of what it means to be alive.  Towering mammoths and the smell of sizzling hot dogs envelop your senses.  You close your eyes.  You feel the warm grass; generations of pilgrims who have traversed  the trials of time and space just to step foot on the earth you now lay claim as your own.  

You see the sparkling of turbid water, and the racing of toy sailboats.  You walk through the

5.09.2011

BALANCE...


BALANCE

THE YEAR IS 33,33, 33

and the stars are now our lightposts and road markers

weve come to know , 

an insane balance.

a contradiction of calmness.

of steady hand

and iron fist...

conquering dimensions

reality, unfoldment.

an intergalactic, time phone

cascading through the fractal self

the great eye

the dancing feet.

33 wishes

made out of meat.

forged from the imagination

the great equalizer,
ever present.
embracing:D

5.03.2011

The Human Hive Mind

"The human imagination may be a hive mind dissipating ideas into lower dimensions.  This dissipation causing somehow more dimensions to form in their wake."


     W e darted and weaved into the jungle like the car we were driving was destiny.  It all rose in a steady crescendo, and got confusing just before it was made all clear.  My sister, being ever the embodiment of the male spirit, kept asking me... 

"where are we going"

and 

"are u sure were going the right way?"

"Yes....Ive been here before. Everything is fine."

We took one of the main veins called Bowery towards the center of Manhattan Island.  We passed cultures both western and eastern right next to the each other.  China town, brimming on the same ground as a corner bodega store.  It was beautiful.


The Creative Process


     The Creative process is like a kingdom encapsulated in the cube of conscience.  To unlock that kingdom, you must first destroy the dams of cultural waste and personal fears that block the stream of consciousness.  Then, as the preconceived notions fail, and all flimsy support structures fail..  The stream of the god mind can be adored, admired, honed, and sharpened.  Sharpened into a blade of cutting will, fire and determination of purpose.

5.02.2011

The New Doctrines Of Love: Repeat After Me, Haha :D


THE NEW DOCTRINE OF THE WORLD LOVE:REPEAT AFTER ME HAHA
----


ATTENTION ALL MANKIND,


WE, AS CONSCIOUS HUMAN BEINGS OF THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL PLANET EARTH,  HEREBY RECLAIM ITS SOIL IN THE NAME OF A FREE HUMANITY. REPEAT AFTER ME

"...haha..


I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I ALONE , SHAPE MY OWN DESTINY... AND THAT NO OTHER FORM OF CONTROL OR DISTRACTION WILL EVER DEPRIVE ME OF THIS RIGHT...

The Secret of the Wave


   R iddled in dreams... conceptualized in art.... characterized in the motions of both the cosmos and ourselves.  This secret is no secret.  It is everywhere, and nowhere.  It is the carrier signal for form, and creation.  It is the alpha. It is the omega.  It is the wave.

Now i can assume for posterity that you are somewhat less than amused.  C'mon Tim, really?  A wave? How cliche.  How Trite.. how meaningless and amateur.

I can assure you, I realize where you are coming from.  I too, was not amused by the wave either.  It seemed like such a sedentary and obscenely obvious force of nature to be the answer to every question in the goddamn book.  But i can assure you, it is.  It is the pattern in which all patterns persist.  It is the function of all dynamical systems, and the path.  It is the single most important motion in the cosmos. It really is.  And I will convince you by the end of this rant.

If you take not but a few minutes to research such mathematical principles like the differentiable equation(wikipedia all of these if you dare), the parabolic arch and its power, Eastern philosophies such as Taoism and Buddhism, and other various schools of shamanic tribes and Sufi mystics.  They all reflect the true nature of reality, and how the mathematical systems of the universe operate.  The duality of nature directly states that there are two opposite opposing forces at play in the universe.  The swinging imbalance of both states, is what causes this wave pattern.  First the wave rises, in domination of one force. (black), and as it peaks. and reaches the apex of the wave, it breaks, and changes back to balance with the opposing (white) forces.

Call it hokum if you will, but mathematics and schools of philosophy thousands of years old support it.  Just because science tells you that your life is meaningless doesn't mean you should believe them for an instant.

Anyway, if I haven't made you a believer yet... I invite you to look at your own life.  For you too, are a part of this universe.  If what I'm saying is true, this wave pattern should surface and be apparent in your life, as well. 

After all , you are still alive, aren't you?


True TransHuman Design


  E ver since i was a child, ive always had this underlying sense that there was something inherently wrong with the way we live.  Its like this annoying itch on the back of ur head or maybe even a low pitched steady consistant ringing noise in the background that seems to get louder as the room gets more silent. I never really felt like everyone else. I didnt feel as though i thought the way normal people would think.  I know that there are many other people out there who are just like me, in this regard. But as far as the general population went, I felt as if I could sense something that eluded them.

      As i got older i slowly began to

The New Doctrines of Love: An Introduction




Hello my friends, fellow brothers and sisters of humanity.  I come to you today , as the complete embodiment of love, defined.  Not defined as some object that can be bought and sold, or worked hard in academia to achieve.  Instead, I am the embodiment of love, in the fact that I can stand before you, today, as your brother, truly unafraid of death.  Some of you don't believe me. some of you may be as brave as to proclaim this same thing for yourself.   the few, brave and courageous among us.  I  am happy, that you have found your own path to god.  But alas, i hold one anxiety for the notion that every single one of you standing before me, does not believe that God, and your inherent and inborn ability to know, are one and the same.  In other words, who among you truly believes that god is inside you?  If there are some who raise their hands, i ask you to come up now and stand up to death, with

Stepping Outside the Circle: An Essay on Graphic Design


 S tep outside the circles in life, and your bound to nothing.  Stray from the common lines, and here is where you'll find us.  I am ideas, and images.  I am originality.  I am a universe devoid of boundaries.  I am worlds within one margin.  I strive to convey sadness.  I love to milk your tears.  I push to evoke anger, and sketch your happiness, all while exploiting your greatest fears. I am an aspiring graphic designer.  I recently discovered the limitless occupation of graphic design, and was in awe of its wide array of applicable job fields.  What fascinated me about graphic design more than anything, were the people.  Graphic designers can be viewed as a sort of perfect blend of the qualities in a human being.  They are smart of course, but also inherently creative and talented, and can be just as resourceful as Mcguiver, given an extremely challenging situation.  A good graphic designer can

Essay on Egon Schiele, Abstract Expressionist, Figure Drawing Artist



When I was first given the monumental task of selecting one of an almost infinite number of figure drawing artists throughout the last century, I felt as if I would fold under the pressure.  I did not expect to come across any figure drawing artist that I'd be able to relate with on many intensely personal levels.  I was demoralized and disdained about the entire ordeal, when something resembling fate offered me...

The Colon Capital D Movement :D




A ll around the world, vigilante young people  have been seen tagging colon capital D's on city street corners, town hall and chamber of commerces, and throughout mass transit never centers.  The Colon capital D, when perceived as a symbol, and not syntax, forms the familiar internet emoticon lovingly referred to as "the smiley".  

SIDENOTE: Not to say that its due recognition, did not come without an uphill battle.  the :D smiley was neck and neck with the :) smiley for what may well have been a condensed millenia, for supremacy of the chatroom battlefields.  But in the end, :D emerged victorious and without a scratch.  For the destiny was his, all along.  His face would be seen everywhere.  He would be known by all.  he would free the fair maiden from the clutches of doom....

2.03.2011

Dadaism and The Felt Presence of God Mind




What does it mean to be a Dadaist?  If you've taken art history in college, chances are you've heard of it.  To most, it is A small blurb of a contemporary art movement that gets not more than a question or two on the final exam. Often truncated as some hair brained anarchistic ideology, What lies beneath the surface of Dadaism, may amaze you.

  So is there a real significance to this movement?  Does it represent some fundamental and universally natural return to chaos?  Or does its' real mystery lie in its interconnected quality. Very few people seem to know about Dadaism, even amongst artists and scholars.  Some know little more than that Dadaism represents a cultural shock display, with a definite attempt to repulse or confound the audience.  There is so much more beneath the surface of Dada.  An entire doctrine of philosophy that shares an affinity with Buddhism.


 Dadaism ties into more archetypal or basic themes in your life, than you might ever have dreamed. 

You may even come to find that you INDEED are a lost Dadaist, just waiting to join the movement.

you MAY NOT.

 Dadaism shares many affinities with Daoism, holistic medicine, and shamanic ritual.  By rejecting the moral values and cultural paradigms, Dadaism is most importantly,  a return to the self.  Dadaism is a rejection of consumerism, materialism , egoism and patriarchal male dominator cultural values, and a return to archaic felt presence and expressionism. 

2.02.2011

Poems of Sex, Slavery, Sedition And Spirituality



"Eyes of Blind Faith"

Believing  is
-SEEING
through the eyes of blind

-FAITH
is just another way of saying your

-SCARED
of being eternally

-ALONE
In a sea of sedentary

-SERVANTS
are slaves to a

-MASTER
Is who we

-LOVE
can be a blinding

-LIGHT
 in our

-EYES
dilating to let in

Darkest, Dirtiest, Secrets: A Story of Awakening



     A growing movement of young inspired dada-ists and activists set out on a mission to take the proverbial disgust of modern consumer culture and magnify it so that all may be made aware.  With words, these brave young patriots and artists will upset the collective conscience of mankind. With Art, these fearless mortals will upset the established order.   With just an idea, these youth will turn the world upside down and shake the arcane and plastic  pestilence from it.

NEWS BULLETIN: Sunday New York Times : November 5th, 2412 

Young men all around the world randomly started committing random acts of untold self mutilation, deprivation, and disorder.  In Bangladesh,  several men were seen dousing themselves in gasoline but then only lighting a small fire in a pit 50 safe feet away.  Men have been arrested for bathing naked on the streets of New York City. 12 Women were seen achieving frustratingly elusive orgasms in the middle of a crowded department store in Hoboken, New Jersey.    Surfers from long beach california were spotted sitting in the middle of a crowded L.A Freeway stroking the air as they go nowhere on their surfboards.  some wind up dead or in jail for disturbing the peace.  These are the Dadaists.  But what is their mission?





The Pattern and the Program

The Pattern and the program,
Of cosmic paradigm.
A vignette made in sand.
A function for all time.

The pattern and the purpose,
inspire truth and passion.
A symbol of transcendence,
enslaved in timely fashion.

The pattern and the promise.
the fractal and its function.
A life of infinite bliss,
A death eternal junction.

© 2011 Timothy John Cody

Eyes of Blind Faith

Believing.... is 
-seeing
through the eyes of blind
-faith
is just another way of saying your
-scared
of being eternally
-alone
In a sea of sedentary
-servants
are slaves to a 
-master
is who we
-love
can be a blinding
-light
in our
-eyes
dilating to let in
-truth
is a double edged
-sword
in the stone of 
-secret
lives never 
-last
to the finish,
___line____


© 2011 Timothy John Cody

Mime

A day without close.
no night, 
no woes.

just simple rules
broken,
undisclosed

A ceaseless rhyme 
no echo 
in time

Just emulation
A mime.

A loveless kiss
No passion,
No bliss.
Just sharing saliva
no passion,
A miss.

A word with no meaning
no thought
no reason
A listless embrace
Dull eyes,
No face...




© 2011 Timothy John Cody

Future, Forever

Everyone has a little trouble sometimes,
Lost in a little large world.

Hold out your hand,
Grab mine.

We can be lost,
Together.

Face the future,
Forever.

As we walk together,
Wherever.

As long as theres,
sunny weather.

As our preconceived notions,
shatter.

And fall from the sky,
Like a Feather.

We are here, 
Lost together.

Facing the future,
Forever.


© 2011 Timothy John Cody