On Having No Choice At All (with prose)

“The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret."

Snowden

Birthday: April 01

Bio: fictional dead crewman, real under employed professional photographer, researcher, trader, activist, and self-defined generalist. Current job title: Sherpa on left coast expedition. I can remember having no choice at all. I did what I was told. Without question. I can remember shutting down and staying shut down. And then I can remember the simple acts of kindness that brought me around. I remember losing the fear, and standing up on my own. The fear comes and goes - but the birds and flowers that I see now join love and kindness to keep me breathing and calm enough to hear my heart beating. I know now know that I could have always chosen to hear myself breathe and my heart beat - and that would get me to the home i never dared to imagine. Where I am.

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OCTOBER 10, 2011 6:17PM

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I can remember having no choice at all. I did what I was told. Without question. I can remember shutting down and staying shut down. And then I can remember the simple acts of kindness that brought me around. I remember losing the fear, and standing up on my own. The fear comes and goes - but the birds and flowers that I see now join love and kindness to keep me breathing and calm enough to hear my heart beating. I know now know that I could have always chosen to hear myself breathe and my heart beat - and that would get me to the home i never dared to imagine. Where I am.

I can wear rich clothes or poor clothes
but will never be either

to some I am poor
to most I am rich

but will never be either

to some I am free to come and go
to others I am a prisoner of my station

I will always be both

yet while alive

never neither

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Man, you and mhold are dealin' today~~

scanner

October 10, 2011 07:15 PM

ah scanman! my only fan. I am going to have to be nice to you...damn

Snowden

October 10, 2011 09:28 PM

Some men can only fear so hard then the fear cross’s a border and becomes rage.

Jack Heart

October 10, 2011 09:32 PM

yup - and that damn rage - if it dont get you dead - it will get ya in a cage - until you learn how to breathe through it - and be still - if you listen and breathe you can hear the karma rushing around your own sounds - making a music so wonderful that it will turn the universe inside out to welcome you.

of course that creates a whole new set of things to breathe through -

Snowden

October 10, 2011 09:42 PM

I will never be either and pity the fool that tries to make me one or the other..
HUGGGGGGGGG