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10.14.2021. Tracking (Entered on Desktop) oct.24

Tracking. What would be Tracking? The phone has an alert pop up on it. Why does anyone want to track us? Supposedly it is for our own safety. Our phone will let us know we are in proximity of an infected individual. This however is only saying that they are telling us the truth. What is real is not always real. Do I decline? I should. This is how they will truly make us paranoid of one another. Your phone knows all. No glitches. No agenda. No conspiracy. Just though. What if? That is the moment we will turn on one another. We are Infected.

News: Something is broken. We don’t need to fix it.

It all just pretend.

Back on Track.

What does it take to be on track. Focused. Driven. Constantly making forward progress despite the obstacles. That is it. So move on forward.

Find a track and stay on it. Someday it will be too many on the same track.

Finding it.

A treasure trove is hidden within. where it is I do not know where to begin. Could it be more than something common I wish I could know. Something shiny with a precious glow. Just as friendship I once had until that time had to go. Even if you find a treasure it’s still going to be easy come and easy go. When you find that treasure enjoy it while it’s there. Those memories will be golden in the days that are filled with dark clouds of despair. In the end finding that happiness is the most rewarding to not even care. That’s finding it which is priceless wisdom there.

10.27.2021 Communication…

I’d love for there to be communication with the dead. First and foremost I’d probably be summoning my cat Dyna and my Dog Sabine. They were like my kids. They were my everything. All in all Their lives are just shorter. Both lived magnificent lives. I know because we always were able to communicate. So when it comes to shrines on day of the dead it would be my Dynamic Duo. I have tried to communicate with them. See signs. Even just hold on to items of theirs in which hoping I could keep a connection. However, I have moved from the place we shared and I do believe that all hope has faded as the communication is now considered gone. I don’t have any regrets as I was present and I know they both truly loved me as much as I loved them. I guess it’s just I miss the communication.

To believe in something is all I have ever tried to do.

I guess that is why I always believed in love.

Everyone loves you when you are gone.

Everyone misses you when you are not around.

Everyone says the same thing.

Yet no one listens to you when you are around.

Then they wonder when you leave.

They never heard a sound.

We all have moments of imagination.

The cave didn’t always exist.

It slowly just formed.

It was the same land with a slight twist.

It started with an enchanted kiss.

From love anger came.

In the cave it retreated from the iron fist.

It was only a child.

Screams were never heard.

Into the Jungle it was released wild.

It grew to what was bad.

What was bad is good.

It stayed into retreat the from this jungle.

It became old and wise.

From watching it all.

Life is not nice.

It can just fall. It can Fall.

It is life.

Life.

Isn’t that just life after all…

Look up

Revolution of a Red Machine Wheel

The Revolution. Our Sin.

Temptation. Lust. Trust. Humans are Mistakes or Just creations in the end.

Look In the Wheel. We have no will. Red Lips like tantalizing a Butterfly poisonous to taste. As the red apple of eden is that why the devil where’s the same? We all conform to the trap of black just as red hour glass barely unseen until that devouring pass. The widow’s web. Led into a stare and then just a glance, Enticed in by a provocative dance. Left with a bleeding heart pierced by a lance. To the dictatorship of a tyrannical communist party. The bands and symbolism in a pass to being tardy. The F on the test to the final look of someone who deletes the past. Repeated cycles are the reason we are failing to ever see the signs all go no slow repeating the exact same actions receiving the exact same consequences of the past. It is our love for personal reason to overlook the signs. We are strong will human creatures who have made up our mind. It is for the reason our favorite color is red just like a bull. Take your chances with fortune see the red on a stop machine take a pull. We love the color red it is blood. it is us. it is the warning we love. It is this warning we dread. We like War. We like bloodshed. We like to have our way. Like a king to a gladiator. To the court Jester. Off with his head. The whole town shouted with the king. Off with the Head. Is what the King Said. It is the machine of nature. Top of the mountain is another analogy instead. We all inherit the throne to un-inherit the throne. As most power is led by a narcissist who let’s power go to their head. Beware of the revolution. It is a big wheel of Red. It is our sin supposedly represented by the symbols especially a color red. As tempting as it seems playing with like the representation of fire. Playing with it may burn. Some will end up dead. It is the Revolution of a Machine wheel I’m trying to break. I’m enticed , corrupted, mesmerized by the beautiful warm loving color that seems so sweet that i can’t resist to touch that we call so many different names. Today that color to me is Red.

Twisting the Screw

Repetitive in nature.

Turn.

Favors.

Your Turn.

Massages.

Your Turn.

Time.

Your Turn.

My Punishment.

Your Turn.

Turn the Screw Tighter.

To Torture.

To Fix?

It is this repetitive nature

of those who are not fixed not want to be fixed

that remain broken torturing all that love.

That is torture.

That is

Twisting the Screw.

We walk upon graves we do not know that are there.

Care free spirits on spirits still breathing the air.

The skeletons we know and don’t know still don’t cover those we stand upon.

We don’t comprehend this legacy hence we value knowledge the most to pass on.

There is so much before we will never know. Just as the future we can never know.

It is just the fact we act as we are gods now and that is why we fail to grow.

There is no need to learn a broaden perspective of knowledge in this world of go with the flow.

There used to be a saying. If everyone else was doing it would you really go?

It seems to live a more fulfilling life is always going where you’d like to go.

We are all a structure that will end up the same.

For a species to repeat what we have and stand upon a different plane.

The skeletons in the closet is history which will always be there.

We will end up dead so be a free spirit on spirits and enjoy the breath of air.

Catacombs

Cemeteries

Caskets

Coffins

Cremation

Confinement.

Conclusion.

Creation.

Power of the Man.

Ruled by the power of the hand is the doom of man.

If you don’t fight and take a stand you are the lesser man.

If you are not big and strong are you a man?

The one who can rule them all.

Is deemed the better man.

Like one. Like them all.

Beware.

The Power of Man.

Worshiping the idol

Faith to an alter.

To the idol.

To the saint.

To the Man.

To the woman.

To a God.

a tightrope for anyone to walk.

I Hope you enjoy these creative writing excerpts, poems and other pages from what I’m considering the Daily Page . Sincerely Me aka Jeffery

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