Randon RaeVon Ramblings

Random RaeVon Ramblings

Road trip, November 2012.

Everybody’s got a story,

everybody’s got a tale to tell.

I am a passenger of the earth organism.

Recipient of the collectives consequences.

Witness of an unbalanced eco-system, and

Aware of my purpose in free will.

I am a human among other humans.

I have friends and family.

I am part of the social organism,

But people are still people if you ask me.

A body is a dime a dozen,

Unique as they may be,

Its what those bodies hold inside them

That are miraculous to me.

Everyone of us holds a secret,

each one of us holds a key.

Puzzle piece it together

 You’ll find the puzzle was never to be.

"Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world."

Getting it out and Getting there.

   Tomorrow I'm leaving for Los Angeles.
Driving there, stopping in Phoenix to see and old friend.


Lots of things are going on around me, in the world, and within me.

  There are things that are changing. Decisions being made. Choices
rewarded with their consequences. Actions being taken. Intentions
followed through.
 The world is falling apart and coming together all at the same time.


 "I've been seriously deep cleaning and organizing dynamically the opporations of my parents house lately; for sustanance, and to work off a debt. Completely rewarding and satisfying, yet sensitively brutal. It all represents change and transformation. Which can be exhausting and emotional for myself and everyone involved. It's tough work but so worth it. Expontially in value it seems.
 I get to barter my skills, trade my labor for knowledge and things like bulk food, a full tank of gas, free meals of the best home cooked, creative and tasty, healthy, organic, non-GMO foods, and all the wisdom I could hardly imagine on what nutrition is to the body, mind, and spirit.
 Tomorrow we are leaving for Los Angeles. We were supposed to leave today. But we've had to rest one more day before: extending this practice elsewhere; getting together with family, taking these new practices to meet old ideas, rising to meet greater obstacles for realizing greater abundance, and taking on challenges like getting on a rollercoaster, enjoying every exhilerating yet terrifying second of it!
So yes, we leave tomorrow. My father, younger brother and I, a quiet, yet spontaneous equation, head west for this Thanksgiving holiday, to stir up space for creative movement, relax in each others company, and share gratitude for all the blessings we have received through out our lives."

Change is on the horizon.
Changes in my heart.
Changes in my perspective.
Changes in the way I relate to others and myself.

I write, almost everyday. For self-reflection, realization, healing, and just for enjoyment.

I write with no restrictions. I write my raw emotions in the moment. A lot of them are neurotic or down right insane, but I write them anyway.

I am not the same as I was yesterday. Tomorrow I will have grown more from today, in one way or another. Whether it be from expansion or understanding as consequence of my free will to choose in each passing moment.

What time has placed before me in this moment is a new horizon, a chance to open my heart and my mind to a world of infinite oportunity and abundance.


Poem for the day. Conflict, investigation, hope.

"Are these dreams from my head or my heart?

Realize.

Confession. My heart is aching with the thought of a certain man. Not the same man that tucks me in at night and kisses me good morning. A man I thought was only in my past.
But there is a tugging at my heart I can not explain.
Am I in love or am I in vain?
Is this remorse or regret?
A realization I've tried to forget?
Have I sold myself short, or am I living wisely?
I've been true to myself, so this feeling does surprise me.
There is something unsettled, something unknown.
A feeling so small has remarkably grown.
I will ponder and pray and let time light the way and remember love as it should be."

I want to clarify that this form of writing, this "Self-Help" writing that I do is a journey. It is a way of expressing my voice of confusion to find the underlying truth. I don't know about you but I do know that in my life I experienced a multitude of conditioned behaviors placed upon me by my parents, society, and then myself. I have been using poetry as an outlet of expression for many years now. It is bad, it is good, it is sometimes confused, but it is always just what I need. I hope those who read it can relate and find their own unique truth with in each one.

For the love of..

I could write forever,
the pen and paper
are my vehicle
that navigates the river
of thoughts and sounds
within and without me.
Filled with wishes, desire,
and resolutions
to impossible intrusions
of my heart and soul.

I AM formless
in my perception,
my awareness of the fourth dimension,
and I AM shape-shifting,
transforming,
and expanding exponentially.
Never original,
only individual.

I AM me

I AM
that
I AM

M(eye) me.