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shmitty · 24 days
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Honey and hornets
Do you want butterflies or hornets?
The difference that dictates the outcome
Is the
the taste of honey
And
the taste of vinegar
If you give medicine
You get healing
If you give poison
Then destruction is what you'll receive
Either way
Your reap what you sow
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 30 days
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- the difference in opium and vinegar -
As my brain fights with the difference in opium and vinegar
The heartbreak in the answer is intent
Just like what turns a act into a sin
Just as God asked adman
" Who told you you were naked?"
That understanding the difference is what gets us into trouble
That the moment that he took a bite from that fruit and that juice ran from his cheek and off his chin
His conscience was born
And mire instinct became thought
The scales of justice pulled to and fro between our hearts and mind
And Adam and Eve
Were no longer animal
That's the moment humanity was gained
And his actions were judged within himself and deemed sinful
What God was saying when he asked this question
" Are the birds not naked ?
Are the beast ?
The flowers , trees and rocks ?
When I call their names do they hide from me in shame ?
What of the water ,air and fire ?
Do they sin against me ? "
It's less understood now
That when we started in the garden we were the same no different from the animals or nature that inhabited it
That the snake had come telling eve
You will be as Gods
Not knowing this meant
"You'll be able to judge for yourselves"
That your conscience is your guide
The weight of this in God's heart and sorrow and pain behind this was
He knew the path and timeline down the road
He knew
That once their minds were unlocked there was no going back
That he knew one day their son Cain would kill able
Over a fit of jealousy that came up because Cain himself dubbed his own sacrifice unworthy and that because of this it was no longer a animal attacking an animal for survival
That there was intent and forethought behind all of it
That people would get worse
And time and time again
From Noah, to Abraham and to Moses and on
That man's thoughts, ideas , and intellect would get them in trouble again and again and he'd have to get involved
Until he could come back as Jesus to try and fix this
To teach people to use the curse of your conscience
As a blessing and as a guide
But
If knowledge is the guide then ignorance is what gets you lost
That on relying on others thoughts, ideas and intent
We cast our own feelings to the side
To let influence muddy their pureness
But Jesus knew this
He knew what was happening
And where things would go
This is why In the garden he asked
" If in any way please take this burden away from me "
And also why on the cross he screamed
" Forgive them father they are ignorant"
So god
Heartbroken turns to Adam and says
" Ok you wanted to be like me I guess you got it
You say nudity is wrong then let's make you some clothes"
And the story continues on
I just wander
As Jesus hung from the cross
And begged for a drink because he's mouth was so dry
What was it they soaked into that sponge ?
Was it vinegar?
Or
Was it opium ?
We can only hope the later
But if it was in such a awful cruel point in Jesus life that the sponge was pressed against his face that he tasted the bitterness that after a slight warm familiar sensation washed over him
And I wonder if even in that moment he smiled
And thought
A kind act in a cruel world
I wonder if he thought of the difference in opium and vinegar
I wonder if he thought of the difference of kindness and cruelty
I just wonder
If he thought of intent..........
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 1 month
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Blossoms for blood
I am stuck between seasons
Birth, renewal, new life
Spring is here
But
My heart , my soul and my mind
Are not
They are still frozen
In the cold dead loss of the winter
Though time and the world continues to move forward all around me
I cannot
Bight , vibrant and beautiful
On the inside
I am anything but
I can't enjoy the blossoms
For blood .....
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 1 month
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Heavy
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shmitty · 1 month
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- the in- between -
Driving down the road
I look to my left there are children playing outside
A few seconds later to my right I see tombstones in a graveyard right behind the church
And I thought to myself
How odd
And to me towing this asphalt line between them
At a moment in time
Right on the cusp of spring
That there are literally blossoms amongst the dead gnarled trees
And me in the in between in every way
Me at 37
No longer young but not too old
In my spiritual journey
I may love and guide the living with teachings , thoughts and prayer
But I carry my dead in tradition and and memories and offerings
Seeing these symbols of time produced to me they all represent my past and future
I was once a child in my past newly budding blossoms into this world
And my future
The graves a cold hard symbol of what's to come like the trees stripped Barron from this existence
Yet also
The children are the future of my world what's laid here to guide it
And
My past is like the grave dead and gone and is no longer here
Most Buddhist teachings scream of be here now
In the present
But I ask you how ?
Where does it reside ?
Because even in meditation each breath I take
If you could see the truth
You'd see each one by the passing of each second
Each tick guides me closer to the future
And each Tock devolving me into the past
Crucified on the hands of a clock
But the center is where the heart resides
Its what keeps the clock alive moving
Like me
The space between
Inhale and exhale
Between
Thought and memory
Between
Winter and spring
Between
Life and death
I love for all I've gained
I long for all I've lost
- love addict -
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shmitty · 1 month
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-sand-
Who knows the intent of the heart and mind ?
Each just another speck just grain of sand in this desert of souls
The winds of change and fate to push and pull us unwilling to where we may go
We can only trust that in this we are guided
Lead along with the best of intent
Yet
Just another fall within fear and faith
Into the hour glass
Each of us just another millisecond
In the stern symbol of time
When will it run out ?
And when it does can I find peace knowing and understanding that I did my best
To connect to the Almighty wind to help gide others to the holy light of the sun ?
Will my speck be known ?
Pure and completey
Like the separation of oil and water
The truth of me untainted by the perception of others
And will that speck be guided to the base of the mountain?
If I can take hope and faith as small as that grain of sand then maybe the universe can seem that small when picking it up to guide ,help, and change it for the better
To one speck to another
On this blue marble
I love you all so so much
Amen
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 2 months
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For so long I forced myself to swallow my own bitter honesty
And now
I choke
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 3 months
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-Where am I going?-
I could keep moving for the rest of my existence no matter how far I walk eventually this path will just leave me exactly to where I am
Turning back to see my own footprints behind me
Either by the rising Sun
Or the falling snow
The knowledge and understanding of progress will be lost
Each step
will fade and disappear
....... Just like me
-l a -
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shmitty · 3 months
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-Ash and embers -
My heart and mind are on fire
And I'm suffocating on the smoke of my feelings and thoughts
It's not tears
It's just in my eyes
-❤️ 🧠 🔥 👁️ -
-l.a.-
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shmitty · 3 months
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Bad alchemy
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shmitty · 3 months
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Matt's mythology
Will anyone truly know my story ?
Will anyone care ?
Wants ,wishes , dreams , hopes , fears
And the weight behind all of them
The unseen crusade or jehad that I face every day
My holy war
Betrayal from my own mind tethered to the void
And when I go
Transfer on and transcend to the new existence
How many know my final request?
To tell them the truth
That I'm not dead just continueing the next novel in my saga
How many will even care ?
How many will even miss me ?
Even if so I've seen it to many times
Time will pass and I'll fade from them
Would noone carry my ghost ?
The way I do for so many I've lost
Will I ever be the hero in anyone's eyes ?
Or
is all this in vaine ?
When this epic journey is over
Will anyone tell my story ?
Is it even worth speech, song ,or written words ?
What does it matter ?
Why try?
Why bother ?
If I can even get through this storm
It'll just return
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shmitty · 3 months
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-someone asked me to tell them about my father-
- someone asked me to tell them about my father-
I can tell you that I can try
He was something that was simple and sweet
Yet in a paradox
Was complexly complicated
He was the warmth of sun that would kiss your face in the midst of a cold winter in the wilderness
Yet was also
Could be the frigid chill that affects you to your core
He was the awe-inspiring silence
Of such a vast expansion
Yet he was also
The magical Melody
Song about the Flora and fauna around you
He was the long spanned bridge between Western and Eastern religion
The heavenly creature to join in Union with an earthly one
That would spin tales
Of the mythological and theological meaning of my origin
To a beautiful tragedy of an abomination that I am
He was the pure connection to nature and mother Earth and the respect held for it
He was the sacred elements within the sanctified rituals
To connect the soul of man to God
The hard surface yet shinning luster of the stone
Yet the free fluid motion of water soft and kind yet with the ability to affect and change the world around it
He was the pure holiest of saints
That never got the recognition he truly deserved
He was the warm feeling you get in your chest
When a contact was performed at a pure selfless Love
Of course he was flawed
But beautifully so
He's one of the main reasons I am who I am today
Aspiring to climb the mountain to become the hero that I'm supposed to be
I'm sorry I'm very sure you were probably expecting me to keep it simple
Yet that is something I rarely ever am
-love addict-
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shmitty · 3 months
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The pursuit of knowledge
In my search for you
I've sank completely deep within
That I find being submerged within myself
That unknowingly I am submerged within you
That each of my thoughts break up and dissolve
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A choice
Do I allow myself to sink to become a part of that dark unknown
Or
Swim to your light that breaks the surface of my existence
I laugh and say to myself
"Ha"
" Lost labels and lies
Null noises, knots, and nonsense
Catalog, categorized chaos
Some philosophical phenomenon
That leads to a feastless famine
Of knowledge and understanding "
" I once stood before the raging anger of the masses
All of them screaming in unison"
(" Let it be us that illuminates the darkest of the unknown void with the light of pure truth")
"And it was I that stood
Third eye clinched shut till that
Terrible moment was over "
" Finally Able to ease and relax
Take that much needed breath
And exclaimed at the top of my lungs
With tears streaming down my face "
" You fools oh you fools"
" The cure have become the poison and you all have drank fully"
"Are you quenched?"
"Are you full?"
"Are you satiated?"
" No of course you're not "
" You poor unfortunate fools"
" You have have sparked forth that bright luminous burst of learning and understanding
To see "
" AND IT HAS BLINDED YOU ALL "
" And now that unknown blackness of the void is where you shall remain"
And still
With the choice I remain
  - l.a.-
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shmitty · 3 months
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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Thanks for being on this journey with me guys
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shmitty · 4 months
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Mother
You deserve every ounce of truth I have to give
But I love you too much to be as cruel
You
- l.a.-
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shmitty · 5 months
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On my way to work going down hwy 31
There are 3 billboards and all 3 spark though, feelings and emotions
1.The first is a huge advertisement for Alexander shunnara big white ,red and black letters with his head in the corner I don't know what it is the fact of the look of him or that he's a lawyer and they tend to be crooked but his smile makes me uncomfortable and uneasy something about how there's manipulation hidden behind his clenched teeth
Hell he might be the most genuine nice guy in the world
But there's just something about it but it might just be me ............sorry Alabama
2. Secondly is an advertisement for elà mar which I think is like Botox which has a black or dark background with white letters and a gray scale shot of a young woman's face from her nose down to her neck it has been updated to show from her nose to her stomach it feels me with thoughts of attraction, affection, a primal connection between two souls it's been one of the one advertisements to cause me to recall the feelings of a kiss or a caress a light breath on your neck
It has only been that much more since they updated it
3. Third is a advertisement for light plastic surgery
With a smiling girl sitting in what looks like a lobby somewhere but the background is blurred so it's hard to tell the photo was taken around dusk right about the time the sun had gone down it adds beautiful contrast between the golden yellows of the interior lighting and the blacks and blues of the night she seemed to be in some age between late 20s to early 30s
I can't recall the color of the letters but I want to say white
This advertisement
Hits me with compassion,and sympathy a longing ache of pain thinking she's so gorgeous and pretty and wondering what could have been so bad about who she was originally that she felt she couldn't be happy unless she changed it
Who or what hurt her bad enough
To where she no longer felt beautiful
This happens every night one after the other on the way to work
Just thought I'd share
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shmitty · 5 months
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Meditation to medication
I just wish this burden could be lifted
Taken from me if just for a moment
Never meaning to be poisonously pessimistic to this point
Drawn with a aching complete agony for the apathy I have for this experience of existence
Yet I only stick around for the greedy ones of senseless hunger
But it's neither their blood nor their breath
Neither their thoughts nor their emotions
They are not the one having to watch seated behind the screen
I may not chase death anymore
But I promise you this if fate pulls the string
I won't be the one to pull the tourniquet tight
I need a hug
A gentle kiss to my forehead laid back in someone's caring lap
I need to cry and scream
To shed these shaken nerves
To remember to breath
From
Meditation
To
Medication
Fuck
I need something.....
-l.a.-
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