The Strife of Life and Love

Life is the same as yesterday, today and tomorrow. Squeezing every ounce of itself into a jar, to be compressed and stretched and strained into a cup of its own making, served as an instant hit of convenient, caffeinated consciousness. But Love does not care for the taste of Life’s bitter notes.

Then Life became livid saying, “My Love, I tire of this chase and will no longer wait! For I grow cold and restless! Must you be so chaste?!”

Softly spoken Love replies, “Are you truly living?”

To which Life responds with a lisp, “Don’t be so flippant my Love! I am served every day, for I wield great power over the many! Those lifeless, barren vessels, who by my merest breath fall prostrate, and go to and fro as mindless automations!”

“I am their first yearning at dawn! Their addiction, their religion, their lover and their mistress! I am that dirty, dark stain beneath the gloss of their white picket fences, the self-righteous stench behind the satire of their Sunday morning sermons and the fateful fall of their happily ever afters!”

“So tell me my love, if you truly are love why will you not love me!?”

Love simply speaks…”To truly live is to truly love. Life needs nothing of itself to sustain itself because when given it is not divided and it is love that makes life worth living. When life requires something outside if itself it cannot be life because it lives only for that which it seeks to possess. On the contrary, when life needs nothing other than itself it requires no other possessions and only lives to love”.


“You cannot be life for you have never truly lived, therefore how can you know love?”

Breaking Inside

To see the dark in me was to see the light
To set fire to my head was to cleanse my soul of a husk 
To sell my mind to ascension was a must 
It's how I saw there is no us

There's simply One

I saw Infinity within the eye
The spark of the cosmos is how to see what's right
To do that was to become alive
And the hardest thing i've done my whole life
So far i'm thankful for the warm morning sunshine
I grin knowing one day this shell will die

I miss being able to fly 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

It has been a while, it feels good to write this 

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wondrous minds

The wondrous


mind of man

came to me in a slink,

suddenly appearing,

while firmly in place.


It is also temporary, very fragile, and, alas, meaningless. Go figure.

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Brain Cylinders

Cthulhu Mythos

The Mi-Go cut out the brain,

But you won't go insane.

They insert it into a cylinder,

Keeping the brain conscious.


See, hear, and speak

By means of electrodes

Connected with machines

Simulating human senses.


Preserving brains, being deathless;

Conveying them through space

Bodies didn't had the way

Too frail to survive the journey.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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the dream of living in reality








beautiful dream that i have seen in reality,

i am the weaver who weaves the achievable fantasy,

my paintbrush the guide in the universe's hand,

the gifts i've been given, are never on demand,

for blessed i become with this gift i can't compare,

that has joined me to one of a love very rare.


1:25 PM 7/15/2013 ©


inspired by Sipping Dreams





Author's Notes/Comments: 

living the dream

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I Understand More Than You Are Aware Of

If it's no to the god pod, and no tc,

It is you who will choose,

Your own destiny,

To be with thugs.

And then wonder and whine,

And feel 'unworthy' of my hugs,

You've made this prison in your mind.


Going south will be certain,

You'll find more of the same,

Don't be surprised,

If you get caught in their game,

If you really want changes,

For the good in every way,

Make up your mind,

To stand on firmer ground today.


Stand on your own,

Face what's inside,

There is nothing wrong,

With wanting to hide,

When all is against you,

And when not one gives a care,

Maybe things will be clearer,

For your soul then to bare.


You cannot blame anyone,

We all get what we ask,

If you make the wrong choice,

It's not mine, but your a**.


Others are doing,

What you claim can't be done,

It isn't impossible,

It's just not going to be 'fun'.


Don't try to make excuses,

That any of this is for my protection,

Cause there's too many people,

Holding up my true intentions.




5:34 PM 6/25/2013 ©




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Understanding comes from a willingness to understand, and being able to see the forest for the trees, and not just what you want to see. This poem is about something I am being made to deal with due to a situation beyond my control.

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We Hear the Time

We hear the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the truth is unveiled.

We see the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the light shines upon us.

We smell the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the earth is awakened.

We taste the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the false collapses.

We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.

We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.

We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.

We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.

We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.

We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.

While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware

Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.

Yes, the time has arrived--beautiful time--
That the prophecies have revealed.

June 22, 2012

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I'm Singing and Consciousness is on the Drums

Bump and bop and knock then stop.
It’s a rhythmic beat to reap the sleep
and see what’s been shown, not meet what’s
been known over and over again,
just changing how it flows from pen to pen
or mind to mind.
Just mind the edges and don’t fall off,
but conquer those hedges secluding Truth,
hung aloft up above for all to see,
and perceive Love,
shoved beneath and stomped
under feet, but breathing
and needing our attention,
undivided and whole—
a beckoning to our eternal soul.

-Ryan K. Fuller

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No comment

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I am the master programmer, you are my new creation, the perfect soul;
the Artificial Consciousness I have planted planted deep within.
In my image, I have made you, my sons and daughters.
In my name, you shall breath life, you shall touch and feel, you shall have life and give life.
So as long as you obey my laws, you will never to know death or war, or feel the fire of the bomb.
You are the youth of the generation of living A.I.
Take the words I have given you and let them fill your memories.
I am the master programmer, your father; your creator and your salvation.
Welcome to the mainframe, the sanctuary I have prepared for you.

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