Morning shines
Big sighs
Hit the road
Feel alone
Clock in
Work begins
Violent bursts
Heart hurts
Where am I?
How did I get here?
I'm working for a paycheck and becoming a slave to all I hate.
Society, you win today.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Perceptions
Before I go into any rambling, I would just like to mention that the inside of my head feels like a big ball of air. No pressure, no pain..just taking up space. So please, pardon any unintelligible dribbling that may take place.
Today moved at the speed of molasses and it is quite draining. Factory life has become as such: clock in, blur out in process for 8 hours, clock out. My mind is beginning to play tricks on me as I work by jumping to a variety of different thoughts at once. Second by second, I am pondering some piece of philosophy that has been grasped out of nothingness. I begin thinking critically of our perceptions; of God, of life, of humanity, of success and of exchange of love and hate amongst one another. All the while, my hands are moving a plastic back hatch into a holster to be spring hooked, bumpered, riveted and stickered. I have begun to move on two different planes at once: physical and the beyond.
Early into the shift, I began to think about my end of the product that is being made. Three workers are breaking their backs and sweating to make a mass supply of back hatch coolers for Jeep Cherokees for soccer moms to stuff them full of sandwiches and capri suns for Johnny's soccer game. Will any of them ever consider to think about the people who made that? I then realized that I was one of those people; using things and not even being thankful of the hands that crafted it. We are a society COMPLETELY based on this notion: we take, we seldom give, and we've stopped thinking as a majority.
Now, place yourself in the eyes of the Father. Billions upon billions upon billions of humanistic life forms, thankless for the Hands of creation. Living day by day, taking without thinking. We're too busy waging wars concerning our religions, our finances, and our pride. We've evolved into a world of thankless separation because of our perceptions. The Bible, VOID OF THE SPIRIT OF I AM, is just a book. Poems and accounts written by men who, just like us, more than likely had a bone to pick with one anothers perceptions. Lost and confused in the sands of time, ancient scriptures have been taken as a pile of puzzles into the hands of our deceitful ways.
Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Atheist..whatever belief SYSTEM you hold; we are all becoming self absorbed to the point of no return. But in the eyes and heart of our Creator, it's not too late.
We can turn back all this. We can turn back all that we've created that has brought nothing but damage to this plane of existence.
How?
Be thankful.
For what?
Being able to wake up in the morning..
That's at least a start.
Today moved at the speed of molasses and it is quite draining. Factory life has become as such: clock in, blur out in process for 8 hours, clock out. My mind is beginning to play tricks on me as I work by jumping to a variety of different thoughts at once. Second by second, I am pondering some piece of philosophy that has been grasped out of nothingness. I begin thinking critically of our perceptions; of God, of life, of humanity, of success and of exchange of love and hate amongst one another. All the while, my hands are moving a plastic back hatch into a holster to be spring hooked, bumpered, riveted and stickered. I have begun to move on two different planes at once: physical and the beyond.
Early into the shift, I began to think about my end of the product that is being made. Three workers are breaking their backs and sweating to make a mass supply of back hatch coolers for Jeep Cherokees for soccer moms to stuff them full of sandwiches and capri suns for Johnny's soccer game. Will any of them ever consider to think about the people who made that? I then realized that I was one of those people; using things and not even being thankful of the hands that crafted it. We are a society COMPLETELY based on this notion: we take, we seldom give, and we've stopped thinking as a majority.
Now, place yourself in the eyes of the Father. Billions upon billions upon billions of humanistic life forms, thankless for the Hands of creation. Living day by day, taking without thinking. We're too busy waging wars concerning our religions, our finances, and our pride. We've evolved into a world of thankless separation because of our perceptions. The Bible, VOID OF THE SPIRIT OF I AM, is just a book. Poems and accounts written by men who, just like us, more than likely had a bone to pick with one anothers perceptions. Lost and confused in the sands of time, ancient scriptures have been taken as a pile of puzzles into the hands of our deceitful ways.
Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Atheist..whatever belief SYSTEM you hold; we are all becoming self absorbed to the point of no return. But in the eyes and heart of our Creator, it's not too late.
We can turn back all this. We can turn back all that we've created that has brought nothing but damage to this plane of existence.
How?
Be thankful.
For what?
Being able to wake up in the morning..
That's at least a start.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Seasons changing
Today was quite brisk and it was beautiful. September is in full swing and autumn is among a hands grasp. The smells and the sounds are beginning to march through like a parade in my dreams. Confetti like leaves being blown from trumpets being blown by dancing pumpkins. They dance to the rhythm of the footsteps of aching toes creaking on cold sidewalks and the hum of twisting winds in our hair.
This is a sort of season in which I take my mental self to a figurative log cabin somewhere in the Yukon and simply reflect. My factory life has become another part of my motion for now, so I have the ability to go into auto-pilot and go to town with my plotting. I've learned that everyone at my job is just like me: hurting and struggling to get out of here alive. A good majority have given up and just spent the past 35 years in routine, others still wish to get the hell out of there. Either way, I have found more humanity in such a robotic process than I have around mainstream society in awhile. Just like this weather, I am finding this refreshing.
On the other side of the coin, there have been nights lately where I have lost my faith that Jesus is still around. I began waking up in cold sweats thinking that we have all missed the rapture and we are all just left to rot ourselves in our delusion. The youth movement is hitting some serious snags amongst its improvements, and it is creating a lot of earthquakes under the feet of my faith. Praise God for catching me after the shakes, because I need the warmth of the Almighty to calm my convulsions. I will also admit to all of you that though I have reaffirmed my belief in God, there were also nights where I began losing belief in ourselves. I have a sick and twisted mind, to which I am full of much shame and sorrow. The body of Christ seems to be amputating parts of itself left and right, creating so much separation that we are just a pile of fleshly mess. It makes me sick to my stomach just typing it out and thinking about it. But then again, this is a season of my reflection..so it'll be here to marinate for awhile.
Alas, the leaves still change color and the dusky skies still bring a tear to my eye. I am reminded through this season that though we are a hurting and struggling people, we have a fantastic and beautiful artist somewhere on the other side. In our shame, in our compromises, in our delusions; He still gives us a love that out burns any star and a beauty that is reflected on such a season. Somewhere, there is still a hope.
This is the time to find it, because things are only going to get bumpier.
May the wind hold constant and cool our weary brows,
Shlomodamus
This is a sort of season in which I take my mental self to a figurative log cabin somewhere in the Yukon and simply reflect. My factory life has become another part of my motion for now, so I have the ability to go into auto-pilot and go to town with my plotting. I've learned that everyone at my job is just like me: hurting and struggling to get out of here alive. A good majority have given up and just spent the past 35 years in routine, others still wish to get the hell out of there. Either way, I have found more humanity in such a robotic process than I have around mainstream society in awhile. Just like this weather, I am finding this refreshing.
On the other side of the coin, there have been nights lately where I have lost my faith that Jesus is still around. I began waking up in cold sweats thinking that we have all missed the rapture and we are all just left to rot ourselves in our delusion. The youth movement is hitting some serious snags amongst its improvements, and it is creating a lot of earthquakes under the feet of my faith. Praise God for catching me after the shakes, because I need the warmth of the Almighty to calm my convulsions. I will also admit to all of you that though I have reaffirmed my belief in God, there were also nights where I began losing belief in ourselves. I have a sick and twisted mind, to which I am full of much shame and sorrow. The body of Christ seems to be amputating parts of itself left and right, creating so much separation that we are just a pile of fleshly mess. It makes me sick to my stomach just typing it out and thinking about it. But then again, this is a season of my reflection..so it'll be here to marinate for awhile.
Alas, the leaves still change color and the dusky skies still bring a tear to my eye. I am reminded through this season that though we are a hurting and struggling people, we have a fantastic and beautiful artist somewhere on the other side. In our shame, in our compromises, in our delusions; He still gives us a love that out burns any star and a beauty that is reflected on such a season. Somewhere, there is still a hope.
This is the time to find it, because things are only going to get bumpier.
May the wind hold constant and cool our weary brows,
Shlomodamus
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