BITTERSWEET BY KILER DAVENPORT

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That we should love one another and forgive one another and comfort each other; these words are sweet upon my lips. But when I look out at the world the sweetness becomes sour and the reality harsh. I know that God is good and I know that he cares about each and every one of us. Why would God create us or allow us to be and then control us completely? What sense would that make? We are agents with free will. It is completely up to us what we do with this opportunity we have been given.

 

God is simple, sure, and eternal. Look at the simplicity of nature, the balance, the harmony, the unity. What a blessing and a joy it is to be a part of this wonderful experience. One cannot express with words this moment.

 

Mankind’s ability to think, reason, and ponder has been both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes for me it seems better if I would have been a cat, cow, or bug.

 

Human beings seem to have lost their way if they ever had one at all. Most refuse to be content and satisfied with the basics – food, clothing, shelter, safety, and security. Furthermore we all seem to be on a self destruct mission in one way or another. We eat too much, smoke too much, drink too much, and much more. We are violent, hateful, disobedient, seemingly never satisfied. Our divide and conquer nation is destroying us and everything around us. I am too tired of it all.

 

As I look out into the world I feel lost and alone. Many millions feel this way. Many take their own life because of it. It’s as if I woke up out of a dream only to find myself in another dream. I know what is possible but will it or can it ever be.

 

If you were honest you would see that human beings really don’t like each other let alone love one another unconditionally. Most will not admit that they are terrified of this world. Sickness, pain, sorrow, and death await us; the thought of heaven or hell or just being tossed out into this void somewhere. Some of you seem so sure in your thinking, so firm in your understanding. This is all foolishness.

The only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing and that God knows everything that is why I must trust in God for everything. We get ourselves in trouble when we leave God out of the equation. When we pretend to know the answer we divide ourselves into a million pieces. We cut off any chance to heal our wounds.

 

We did not come from ourselves. We did not create ourselves. How can we be so puffed up and sure of ourselves? This is foolishness. The million words of the prophets would sustain as if we would only listen. Most have taken matters into their own hands blinded by the self, distracted, and drowning in the material world.

 

I have personally sat with those who were dying and watched their face and their eyes as they passed. It was if they saw the face of God. It was as if he was waiting for them on the other side. This made me less afraid to die because I saw the light of eternity at that moment when they took the last breath. I have also heard men cry out for God as they died. I have heard men scream for forgiveness for all the dirty deeds they had done upon this earth. Without God we are nothing. Without God we will perish into nothing.

 

All that I know is from living we must all pass from life into death. We can only hope that God will be there waiting for us and know that we did all that we could to hold onto these truths while still alive and able to love, forgive, comfort, reach out, give and fellowship. All of your foolishness will be worth nothing at the moment of death. Your money will not save you. Your power will be worthless; your status null and void.

 

One never knows when that last moment will come but I can assure you it will and my hope is that you will not go out screaming.

TEN TO THE 59TH POWER BY KILER DAVENPORT

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As one looking out over this vast construct I must say with certainty that it boggles my mind this twisted maze of perfect harmony; the illusion of self; the abstract balance. To be confined in this space – time continuum is daunting to say the least. The observed and the observer; the complex and seemingly endless array of particles that surround us; the need to know, to unify, to put to rest this craving. Essence, form, utility demand our attention; it’s as if these things command conformity and even respect. Could this phenomenal appearance have life of its own? Did we come out of it or it us? One will never know.

 

If the global mind rules then where do I fit or does it even matter. My mind a string of incomprehensible sensory data marching in like soldiers knowing exactly where to go and most amazingly what to do. The chemical consciousness brigade mixing and mingling with God knows what to make me who I think I am. Who or what guides this chemical soup? Who puts it all together and say now you are you? Each cause with its effect and each effect with its cause; does one need the other are both the same. Just a long and continuous stream of external events made to order. And what about God, the I AM, the Word, the Alpha, Omega. These all require such presupposition and drama. Does the clay know the potter, the fish the fisherman, the reflection the one looking into the mirror? How absurd and self absorbed could one be as to think it really matters.

 

On our self absorbed and deluded conquest we beg to be special, to have meaning, to make our mark as small as it may be. We continue to ask the impossible question (WHY). Can’t we just be content with our little part, our unknown place in the game? Can’t we just learn to be present in the process, be absorbed in the means and not the end?

 

It is my conclusion that the end is the start of a new beginning so both are one in the same. You have been given and do possess the power to change, to alter the course of events, to move mountains if you will. So go and learn to just be in the present, in the now.

ONE NATION UNDER ??????? BY KILER DAVENPORT

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The United States of America has become a nation out of control

A ship without a sail

We are completely without direction

And meaningful foresight

 

The halls of our Congress have become sorely corrupted

All in the name of the almighty dollar

That green god of this world has been the fall of many

To fall into outer darkness

 

We are eating ourselves up from the inside

The most dangerous threat to our security

Is our own selves

 

For men and women to fight and die

So the wealthy and powerful elite

Can fatten their already bulging pockets is a crime

Against humanity and should be punished as such

 

Our common citizens have been duped into holding up

Supporting, and in some cases even believing

The lies that are spun from this dark dungeon

We call one nation under God

Too weak, demented, broken, and enslaved

To rise up and take back what is rightly ours

 

We continue to feed and nourish the monster

We give ourselves to it like a lady in waiting

We have become satisfied with crumbs

From the waste on her table

We have gotten used to being second class

 

The enemy is among us

It is not some third world dictator

It is not some mad crazed group of terrorist

It is us who have freely given ourselves

Our children and grandchildren

To the wolves in this hen house

We call one nation under God

YOU, ME, WHO BY KILER DAVENPORT

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I see you there and through pre-supposition alone have everything and pretty much already figured out. However you see me and surmise that I am not an I at all but manifested from something called ‘dependent rising’.

The two of us, what a pair. I come from such and such a place, did so and so, with you know who, and so on. You on the other hand do not come from anywhere, have not done such and such, and seem just to exist.

You will not even admit being human. But I like you anyway. There I go with that ‘I’ thing again. I, I, I; me, me, me. What can happen to make me more like, well you know, you.

When you come around and teach me all that I thought I knew flies out the window. It all makes perfect sense. We are everything and everything is us. WOW. What a concept.

I AM NOT BY KILER DAVENPORT

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Good, bad, ugly, and different

Words for the same thing

 

You make it so on top of

The essence of reality

 

You call it into being as

Being what it is or is not

 

Without you it would rest

It would not be what it became

 

Things, parts, pieces, places

They know not who or what they are

Until you give them name

 

Perception has left you wanting

Craving to see, to here, to feel

 

You came out of them

They toy with you

Invading the place where you stand

Living inside of you

 

More and more they come

Filling you up with sickness

 

They live inside your head

They are you, you are them

 

The man slave, the whore

The gobble monster

Beans, cookies, rice and milk

 

Santa Claus

The Easter bunny

The I AM

We, us and they

 

A construct, a manifestation

A priority

Time flies

Gotta go

Been  there done that

 

You will not escape this mad reckoning

You are trapped on the wheel

The undercarriage of the way

 

Stop, Look, Listen

There’s more to come

TRUTH (OUCH) BY KILER DAVENPORT

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The truth that hurts is the one that we know is right.

The one we hide our face from.

 The one that keeps us awake at night.

The one that has been there all along.

 

It begs to be heard

Locked up in the dark corners of our mind

Surrounded by the I, me, it, they, them and we.

 

The truth, that all knowing, all seeing

Strange figment of the imagination.

 

The I Am, the Almighty, the one and only truth.

We cannot and will not touch it.

We will never know it or even be able to describe it.

It remains to be the only place that we can feel safe.

 

The truth, it hides in plain sight

Yet we pretend it is not there.

It moves the earth and keeps the planets in their orbit

Yet we refuse to acknowledge it.

 

It is the very essence of our being

The breath that gives us life.

The hand that reaches out to comfort us

In our time of need.

The soft voice in the dark that brings forth another day.

 

We study it, we deny it.

We analyze, contemplate, and ponder its mighty works.

All the while refusing to submit, to become one with

The I Am, the word, wisdom.

Just to be.

 

We are not the truth nor are we the way.

We did come from ourselves and cannot

Be sure we will live another day.

 

The truth it begs our attention.

It is now and ready, waiting and wanting.

 

When you set out on your journey to find it

You must stop and realize it is where you stand.

The air you breath, the ground you walk upon,

The bird in the air, the ocean breeze, the fire, the grass, the trees.

 

The truth always and forever with us.

Ready to take us up in arms and hold us.

Ready to make the way straight.

 

When you arrive into her place

You will see nothing

You will hear nothing

You will feel nothing

You will know nothing

For in her is everything

Which is the absolute, the void, the invisible made whole

The beginning of the end

Past, present, future all in one

 

Now go and seek this JOY

This peace, this place

This incredible something that

We so humbly call the truth

 

 

THE NATURE OF CONSCIOUSNESS BY KILER DAVENPORT

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We will continue on this present course of self destruction because it is in our nature. Cultures come and go like the changing of seasons. We cannot be anything but who we are. When one can sit back and observe as an outsider, then one has found a sense of enlightenment, a portion of wisdom. To see things from a distance is to see the foolishness of it all. The fads, the clicks, perks, special deals, relationships, dogmas, creeds, ideas, concepts, even colors, shapes, dimensions, space, time, matter.

Humanity is but a blip on the eternal radar. An insignificant moment in an incomprehensible thing we call reality. We use, we abuse, we squander and waste. Constantly on the lookout for ways to do it better, faster, leaner, and meaner. Always trying to get that advantage, that edge. We dominate our space, strangle with intensity, consume with a vengeance, a free for all of vane imaginings. In denial of our shortcomings, apologetic as we step on each other, and hell bent on getting there first.

Searching for G-D in quantum is like a small child sitting in the seat of a 747. Our technology primitive and unseen by the universe. Toys in the hands of mad men. Foolishness that will fade like a fallen leaf.

Our failure is in our quest. Our downfall in our ability to recognize ourselves and asked who are we, what are we, where are we. Our resources are limited. Our time is short. Our power feeble and misused. We suck the energy from each other. We are devouring ourselves from the inside out. We think too much of ourselves as if this was all a gift because we are so special.

We talk of one nation under G-D while dancing like wild whores with the underworld. We freely give ourselves to the darkness. Our brains are out of control craving more and more. The abnormal has become the in thing. The twisted has become our bed fellow. We shall not escape ourselves. We cannot put the pieces back together. We cannot turn our head and make it all go away.

Death will come sure and swift. It will devour us completely. It will take us down to that dark place where choice is not an option. Free will does not exist and second chances are null and void.

The time to act is now while we still can. The time for change is now in this present moment. Your opinion is like a bird with a broken wing. Your status a fool’s game. Your education a handicap. When death comes knocking at the door will you be ready. Can you say come in I have done my good deed. I have been the good neighbor, the good friend, the good boss, the good person. Can you say you are ready.