16 November 2015

like blue snakes

Awake on a moon's day asleep on the Tues with money depleted and liver abused. With sweat on the brow and coarse sand in the gut he pulled himself out of the alcohol rut. Without much meat eating and no cheese or egg to clog up the vessels down in his right leg that fled from their housings a few years ago and now like blue snakes through his skin there do show. Then yoga this eve a full session at that he'll squash things that have kept trajectories flat and show to the powers that cannot be seen that known such qualities, virtues as cannot be shown.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

12 November 2015

by saying Wednesday

The blessings of Wotan are here for to stay since Westerners praise him by saying Wednesday. Some claim to be loyal to a single power and walk 'round with miens set in dark hateful glower yet always do give up to Wotan much fame by saying and speaking each week his true name. It isn't surprising that they keep on giving much glory and honor to forces yet living and thriving because of this one simple truth: to speak a god's name is to firm up his youth and firm up his force so that they endure, providing us humans with sadnesses' cure. The Allfather's knowing wise never aloof of which his longevity must stand as proof so open your doors to whomever should knock and never desire his entrance to block for when Wotan shows up we surely won't know but must to all beggars our kindnesses show. By proving our hearts are devoid of all fears we'll be granted many and bountiful years especially Christians who speak of Odin and teach selfsame speaking to children and kin for uttering gladly his name every week is the highest honor a human can speak.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

10 November 2015

as he pleases


He cares not if opinions do not match his own wherefore he oft wanders by himself alone. The others though cluster to talk away doubt then find themselves empty within and without for they cannot stray from the mind of the pack and will keep on fleeing there, keep coming back. The loner cares not though he does as he pleases and always speaks kindness when somebody sneezes and always helps those who cannot help themselves to cross busy roads and fetch items from shelves. When the group's foul thinking resembles cement which cannot be broken or mended or bent then free-thinking people must flee from its grasp releasing their life-long and stifling grasp upon such cruel notions as hate bigotry and that there are differences 'twixt him and me. There's nothing that divides as well as mis-thought so fight and deny it with all that you've got and take up with boldness a path much your own – it will be with all roses of Happiness sown.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

03 November 2015

bright shining light

Too loose with the tongue-flap too tight with the reigns and magnified will be all worldly-bound pains. To give up all semblance of want and control and let the self grow wise without growing old is the highest peak to which one can dare climb while keeping humility first in the mind. The Great Magnet directs each flux and each wane and metes out all glory and every stain and he must abide by its energies who should seek with his lifespan much goodness to do. The evil within us must be understood but not let to dictate response speech or mood for it's not as strong as the bright shining light that clears out the bosom of anger and fright. These shells these our bodies will decay anon and yet the life-spirit will keep shining on when old and decrepit we sink to our graves as lords dressed resplendent or poor dirty knaves. Therefore give up searching and casting about and create deep within the sought-for redoubt of calm and of kindness of humility of love laughter happiness soothing and mercy. For life will keep handing out lemons and shards so best not to curse at the draw of the cards instead keep on glowing quite brimming with glee at all you can feel touch taste smell think and see.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

02 November 2015

slowly too slowly

Oh thank you dear Bali for all you do give for letting me within your confines to live. I love your green meadows your tall soaring cliffs the way you know how my flagged spirits to lift and how you do mete out your punishments justly upon we who waver 'twixt shining and crusty. Oh thank you for hosting my feet and my hands and making sure I see your coveted lands and making sure I don't forget what I came for – to drink in your beauty and taste of your camphor. Please let me stay longer please don't let me go to places less awesome to places more low for I am your son born in a distant land which slowly too slowly I now understand.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

29 October 2015

Batu Bolong, south coast of Nusa Penida, Indonesia - 2015




nary a tank

Now up from the depths of the deepness arose a great mighty creature in some deathly throes. It thrashed and it walloped and beat at the boat that upon the heaving waves did try to float. With heaving and straining the men finally could wrestle the big fish up out of the sea and it did then lie there its own life-force spent its pierced bellies bleeding its scaly hide rent. Then off for another the brave men they dove while currents and hunger their wanderings drove in search of their quarry they surfaced and sank with just mask and snorkel and nary a tank.

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