Rant About What I Believe In

The one thing that I 100% believe in is that nothing is ever certain. The eye of perception is my god. I pray to the gods of Subjectivity, Paradox, and Nihilism. Nothing can ever truly be proven, so why believe anything but the fact that we can never know? I know faith is often seen as an act of courage, but I personally think the more courageous thing to do is to trust nothing. Why should we trust our senses? our reality? I’d rather take a leap of uncertainty instead of taking a leap of faith. I guess in a way, uncertainty is my faith. 

Shadow Cat I am also like the shadow cat. I move quickly when something approaches.When imitations and new frustrations Plunge at us from the dark,I stop trying to understand. The shadow cat just watches, And does not bother to wonder Why it watchesBut the cat of darkness May show us the white sky.The same white sky that we All wonder about every night. Sometimes, all it takes to cure Unshakable wonderIs a good staring contest.You blinked. 

Shadow Cat 

I am also like the shadow cat. 
I move quickly when something approaches.
When imitations and new frustrations 
Plunge at us from the dark,
I stop trying to understand. 

The shadow cat just watches, 
And does not bother to wonder 
Why it watches

But the cat of darkness 
May show us the white sky.
The same white sky that we 
All wonder about every night. 

Sometimes, all it takes to cure 
Unshakable wonder
Is a good staring contest.

You blinked. 


Machu Piccu (by WillDaravong)


Machu Piccu (by WillDaravong)

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The Swift Current

Has enveloped me! 
I am being mailed to
A new home, 
Filled with unknown. 

I lunge through the air 
At break-neck speeds. 
Did I break my neck? 
Do you keep me in check? 

I dive into the flow, 
The flow that I do not know. 
There is an attic full of– 

Currency’s current is 
Currently confusing. 
There is no gold to trust,
Yet green is a must. 

So many ways 
For so little days 
Who do we trust? 
Which wolf do we feed? 
Why are there so many wolves?! 

Is it true that people tether people? 
In the sense that no one is a person.
Individualism is a lie,
Which makes Unity the truth. 
But if you don’t believe me, 
Then I am deceived.
I am the lie. 
You are the truth. 
We are the current. 


Makin’ logos for The Silverwings. I made them this a few years ago, but it needed an update. 

Face It

You make me mad. 
When I remember you, 
I could start wars 
Just to ease my frustration 
With how often I see your face, 
In the sky, in my food, 
In my sleep, in my dreams, 

I banish your face away! 
Begone! Another chapter in my book! 
Another face to forget! 
Another– but I cannot escape. 
For your face will morph 
Into another blinding light. 

And how it will burn me,
It will incinerate my resistance,
I will fall into an endless volcano 
Filled with faces that are the same as yours. 
The cheek bones will slice through me like butter, 
The smiles will melt all that is left, 
And my soul will think nothing of it. 
It has become accustomed to this cycle. 
Is it trapped? Can it escape? 
Will I forever be entangled in the details of your eternal stare? 
Do I desire to escape? 
Do I desire to– 

Do I desire? 

I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing – a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.
R. Buckminster Fuller (via liberatingreality)