When I put together my visualized Thoughts piece: Reality, (that you may or may not have seen yet depending on when you're reading this,) I used psychedelic visuals to start the video, yet at no point did I talk about the mind in that altered state, only that hallucinations are to be taken with care...… Continue reading States of Consciousness
In episode thirty-six of Thoughts, I talk about different forms of tolerance, how we're subjected to it, when it comes, and when it goes. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/H35Y1FiZc6Q
https://youtu.be/Am2x4AGUzp0 Hello one and all! Check out my YouTube channel found through this video here or in my CHANNELS page. I'd love to have a conversation with you about any of the topics I've talked about, and the others I have yet to! Let me know what you think anywhere you can comment, and enjoy!
I gave you guys a late night thought of mine in Transient Thoughts, and here I just wanted to talk about late nights in general. They are the time of a 24 hour cycle where most people are asleep. It's when it's quietest in your corner of the world, and it's when deep thoughts can… Continue reading Late Nights
In episode twenty-seven of Thoughts, I dive deep into the philosophical standpoint of Determinism. Is it the truth of reality? One must make up their own mind. Enjoy!
This is visual poetry, not brought to you by myself but by NASA. I just thought I'd share it on my website. These images have been rendered in all their beauty for free to the general public; the ones below are my favourites of the bunch. You can find all of the posters by searching… Continue reading Album Covers of our Cosmos
Jumping stretches my aching body! Here now I have some. I can't dance but I'd love to try. The trees call me to climb them, who am I to deny? Eeeaaa do I love a good run from sun rise to sun done. Crackle like a fire when it's time and sing like a choir… Continue reading EEEAAA!
Friends and functions make us proud. Work can lull but the nights are loud. We band together for hype and ooh rah's. Then factions break by un-greased hoopla. Piece it back, we do it together. Make others wonder if they can have forever. What we are is special, under one's boots and teeth. Be the… Continue reading Factions
Streaks of something yesteryear born still may sit unattended on one's cheek. Made were things to use yet now no light casts down for dusts sake. We pass the garbage in search for new only to leave a slimy trail of destruction. Making hair twisting screams curdled by the few who care. Where do we… Continue reading Careless
Power moves through muscles, priming them to flex. We teem with energy, waiting for the right time to pounce. People prop up and spring, growing taller to jump higher. Such whims want nothing more, but to teem with excitement at the chance to pour.
We perch ourselves, as little people in little heads. We operate little bodies, made up of little cells. We roam between little sheets, covering a little planet. We soar on a little planet, chasing a brilliant star. Little seats make for grand sights, if so we choose. The brilliant stars dance, and we are alive.… Continue reading Little Seats
Joe Van's Secret Podcast #36. I talk to a delightful new mystery guest about mythologies, human nature, A.G.I., and how we connect.
The walls of my vision split like an atom, bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets. Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see, in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light. My hearing shatters at the point of heart break, falling deaf on the… Continue reading Periphery
Leaves rustle with the wind, and we are blown. Nature breathes in, we are exhaled. Oceans churn, and we are born. Life out is life in. One side of a coin does not exist without the other.
Feeling a fleeting, fringe, fraction of fire ignite your soul is reason enough to chase a ghost for the rest of your life. Freeing frantic midnight fights from your soul is reason enough... enough to let a ghost go.
Seeing the sky with new eyes means shedding the old, the pain is searing but what comes post revealing, are vistas oh bold.
Yeah I'm here and we're here and we're seemin' okay but we don't know what we're doin. No we don't know what we're doin. No we don't no we don't no we don't no we don't. And we find ourselves in our town in our time and we're workin with what we've got. And we… Continue reading Lyrics
Folding and pelting, greasing and gassing, holding and passing. Letting up a tad to see it spin out, grabbing on tight and trying not to shout. Bingeing on the hard stuff, dying just to last. Crying with cuffed hands now, hell has come and passed.
Tick-tock goes the clock for all but the dead. It goes up and down, fast and slow but never stops. Craters fill, mountains fall and I feel so small. Could causality be the only thing to cause anxiety? If ever the clock went back, only for a day or two, how neat would it be… Continue reading Clock
Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange
Love, liberty, longevity, peace, play, pursuit of happiness, ponder, pretend, crease, create, craft, craze, cause, dig, drive, desire, daze, dim, somber, soft, sensible, shared, swell, sweet, savour, reflect, remiss. Live.
Screeching peeling arrest! Putang ina the sounds roar. Thumping and rustling, and scratching and rumbling, and clatter and pounding, and searing and hissing, and whining and BOOM! Silencio.
Like mirrors in every way, they hold up ourselves. Crashing or calm, to low or high. We are life, so they. Be.
She opens me up like the warmth of spring to a tulip. It had taken a long time to start crying again; since almost dying in the snow. I melt. It feels so good when it happens, and we make love. We sweat and squeeze. Taste each other. Feel the other’s curves with our hands… Continue reading Open
Certainty is an issue with some people. They say that the more you know, the less certain you become about things. Once your perspective broadens from information; academically or otherwise, on whatever subject, the more open-minded you might become. Certainty is something innate. You are either into something, or you're not. And there are many… Continue reading Being In It
I race this high, and I don't know why. It feels good, anonymity of a hood. My loved ones shan't know, like discovery of a cove. Darkness shrouds it, as the feeling clouds it. Peace will not hide, what the high surly finds. It must have an end, to this high I defend. One day… Continue reading Up
Paradox. Abstraction. Imperceivable. Impossible. Grandiosity. The raw beyond. These concepts that will never be answered. They lay on those that seek. Is there intention in existence? If there was, how did such to intend come to be? It was intentioned as well, well, what about that which gave it? If not, then why it in… Continue reading Melancholy Flower Infinite
Here is an excerpt from my first novel: Deviance. You can find a link to its Amazon page 'Here'. * V took a seat. She looked a little bewildered. “You feeling anything?” asked Nathan. “I don’t know… maybe? I think I feel something.” He took a seat next to her. “It’ll probably take a while… Continue reading A Slice of Deviance
When did the sun leave me? The dark is so sudden. It shocks by contrast of a stark blue glow. The glow clicks and rattles quietly so as not to disturb those sleeping. Global communities soothe away the edges. It feels nice to hurt a little, be it a sting behind the eyes or a… Continue reading Soothing Edges
