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Staring at a Solar Flare (A glimpse into my mind and beyond)

Updated on October 15, 2013

Look at my eyes looking at you

I think its natural to want to define what your own writings mean. But at the same time i think that the best poetry and artwork doesnt give answers but more or less asks questions. My favorite music makes me wonder. My favorite poems simply suggest and open pathways for the imagination to wander down. You can try to get someone to see life through your eyes or to walk in your shoes. But no one will ever be able to quite fit in your shoes so to speak. instead you can inspire someone to slip into a new pair of shoes that they've never tried on before. People tell me that i try to get them to think like me. I don't what others to think exactly the way i do. I want to trigger thoughts and ideas in other peoples minds that maybe i had never thought of myself. They can then bounce these ideas back to me. People open doors of buildings for each other out of common courtesy. I think we should do the same the same thing with the psychological and emotional doors of our minds. It seems to be the greatest way to come together.

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A mental hurricane

Money is the ultimate disaster drug. The use of money demands, isolates and deteriorates the way we think, react and interact with our environment. This love for money we have divides us, where alone in our thoughts we feed our egos and watch them grow. Love for each other dissipates. We forget how to communicate and embrace each other. The connection between most of us is complete static. So then what do we do? Buy more things! We buy more things and butter ourselves up and paint a picture of an expression that we forgot how to share in this lack of communication. We're all capable of telling ourselves how amazing we are for "earning" the amount of money that we have. What the hell does that even really mean? We think of ourselves as a highly evolved species. We are not highly evolved. If we were we we wouldn't destroy each other for each others resources. We would share are resources and further evolve.

Most people work to get paid. It makes no sense to me. Why can't we do these things for each other freely and reward each other for being another human to live another day. Lets celebrate our moments to be with each other. Lift each other up rather than climbing over each other to get to the top. It seems like the more money that you have the more money that you desire. Prestige and financial success seem to fill the gaps and flaws that we self define in our personalities. [ First of all flaws are a matter of opinion and perception, and these opinions create contrast in a person. If we dint have flaws, we wouldn't appreciate uniqueness.(Personalities seem to exist to remind our imagination of what its always known.)] The selfish qualities of currency and life draining qualities of heroin to me are ridiculously similar. Both are highly addicting. They make the world around you feel as if though its best to have the illusion of security that these things provide, that you might normally feel without. Both have withdrawals.Withdrawals of cash can cause you to starve and die of illness that you cant afford to treat, Just like heroin withdrawals capable of killing you. Heroin is illegal in the united states. Why isn't money? (I think its crazy that a government would illegalise heroin and then proceed to market and tax pharmaceutical opiates like oxycontin. [Heroin was at one time used to ween US soldiers off of morphine, which was often used by the soldiers recreationaly in effort to avoid the cold reality of war.] [[War itself to me seems like humans way of desperately lashing out in fear of the lack of security. We trick ourselves with ideas of control. Money is the building block for this madness. Once we realize that nothing is secure, and that nothing can really be bought, we might finally learn to get along. If we can lay down our pride can we reclaim a near balance in our life time? Everything is possible through our perception.(( Impossibilities, i believe, come from what we don't understand. this is our imaginations way of challenging itself )) I can only imagine the release of tension when we one day break past this. We are all guilty in our innocence. You can pick away at your insecurities and and fill them with currency and mask them with a voice that speaks of its self control. You can instead, give the value to these insecurities that create a reason to interact with each other. Bond with your weaknesses and your strengths. (Imaging how terrible it must be to only be able to obtain the thoughts that you think. Never being able to communicate, talk about mind blowing!) ((If you could look at yourself from out of your body would you see something that you deeply cherish, or something that needs improvement? If we didn't limit ourselves to defining ourselves with materials, we would learn more about ourselves and about each other.)) We can all surrender to our lack of control and evolve into beings that appreciate that its out of there hands. What has happened will happen again. What we think will never happen will be our inspiration


Money is a rolling paper that we burn with the desire of control

Its easier to blame drugs and Rock and roll


Ive been told that these kinds of thoughts i have are idealistic.

Money at one time was idealistic.

I think its about time for a change.


The contrast is always present

Light and shadows

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The Excitement of it All

No one can understand you completely. and yet we can teach each other things that we don't realize about ourselves. It's crazy. This is how i know we all belong to each other. Everything is one and the same. Showing each other the unlimited paths of possibility.

© 2013 Skyler DeCristoforo

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    • SkySlave profile image
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      Skyler DeCristoforo 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks Gypsy i appreciate it!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Fascinating and most colorful journey of thought.

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very much appreciated Frank, thanks for stopping by!

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      a key glimps into the Philosophical realm.. had to vote up and share Sky :)