<![CDATA[Andrea Pacione - Blog]]>Mon, 20 May 2013 23:33:03 -0500Weebly<![CDATA[fragment-]]>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 04:27:01 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2013/03/fragment.htmlGinsberg said poetry is where we speak our one original mind.

This is where my mind speaks freely
As I'm going to die anyway
I might as well find that elusive midpoint
Between mania and depression
Passion and aggression
Isolation and immersion

I remember everything said
Over time the more
inaccurate data fed,
The greater disparity in your results.

So, name your poison.
How do you wanna be fucked?
How do you wanna die?
Come correct and I'll send
You off with a smile-

Andrea Pacione (c) 2013]]><![CDATA[Sunrise of Spring, 2006]]>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 05:14:15 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2012/03/sunrise-of-spring-2006.htmlThe coming dawn is empty,
Void as the breast of Spring,
Dismal in a gift of plenty,
Amorous morning, gloried thing.

Failed to pierce true, ferocious arrows,
Though the tittered song of sparrows
Spurs me on with hope anew.

What a divine error,
To feel no pleasure
When Venus shines bright
and hangs heavy
in the gloaming vesper,

Tempting all Her Daughters,
The quivering drops of dew.

Mine is not a whim to tether,
Too much to ask, risking trust,
Neither is mine the aim to sever
Obligations bear, we must.

What laws of men may hide behind
Our primeval masque of Love?

none.

Let my hand be one to guide

This

Your rising glory.

For above as below,
Without as within,
The tryst of Earth and Heaven
is but your kiss
that I have chaste
long to taste
yet ever miss.

From the blossoms on the tree,
Rapture gleams within my heart,
The way its slowly burning me,
The hours we're apart.









© Andrea Pacione 2012 ]]><![CDATA[En(compass(ion))]]>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 23:30:25 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2012/03/encompassion.htmlThe burden of the body
ends only after nine months
if not, sooner.

Once a woman becomes pregnant,
She is so for life.











July 2004








© Andrea Pacione 2012


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]]><![CDATA[Dream Log - January of 1999]]>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 01:05:15 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2012/02/dream-log-january-of-1999.htmlThe dream started with me flying over a suburban landscape.  I seemed to be a disembodied spirit zooming over people's houses and then through them.  On all the televisions there was an emergency news broadcast about aliens finally landing on earth.  All the most advanced scientists had confirmed it, and knew the exact location that the aliens intended to land in, and the police and military were gathering there along with doctors and scientists and just about everyone who might have a hand in that sort of thing.  I knew, somehow, that it was my responsibility to introduce the human race to these beings, to ensure all communication would be right and there would be no cause for violence.  This seemed to be my chief concern, to make sure the humans did not attack the aliens.  I rushed to the place, which was someone's rural farmland and seemed to be out in the midwest somewhere.  Around this huge circular clearing of grass were tanks, soldiers, doctors, police, politicians, and common people.  I sensed that the people were all excited but also afraid and that made me nervous.  I knew that the aliens were coming with caring and love for us.  I have no idea how I knew this, because part of my mind wondered why I also was not afraid.  So, I washed aside all thoughts of tragedy and filled myself with this sense of welcoming for the newcomers.  The sky started changing colors very softly, from pale blue to pale green, then yellow.  Out of the yellow sky these plant-like pods began falling, really slowly and gently, looking like closed flowers before they open.  They touched the ground, and they were purple and green, looking like criss-crossed veins, and the texture seemed velvety.  They were really beautiful and inviting.  As they touched the earth they opened slowly, like flower petals, and these giant beings stood up... much taller than the houses.  Their skin was the same texture as the pods and they were hairless and also genderless, like children, humanoid in appearance. They all had soft yellow eyes. They were smiling at everyone.  I felt the apprehension in my fellow humans and before anyone else could break the awed silence I rushed past all the tanks and into the circle, right up to the giant's feet and shouted something really ridiculous, "Here are the giant! They have feet and hands and eyes - JUST LIKE US!" And everyone relaxed after that and started cheering... As I think about it now it seems utterly ridiculous but it was this great moment of the tension of fear being released.  One of the giants started to pee and it went in a big flowing arc over one of the farmhouses, and everyone thought that was funny.

Knowing all would be well at this point, I left the scene and started walking into a nearby town.  Or maybe this was the start of a second dream, I'm not sure, but they seem interrelated somehow.  The town looked like any normal suburban town but I noticed a spire or a tower in the distance that resembled a huge beehive and curved to a pointed top.  It seemed to be made of glass or mirrors, but deep dark blue in color, almost black.  I entered a long, completely circular corridor in this building, also mirrored and blackish.  Gradually more circular holes opened to connecting hallways and soon I was lost.  A faint glow down one corridor caught my eye and I rushed towards it, stopping short when I realized that it was a ghostly apparition approaching me.  Bathed in wisps of golden light, a figure in purplish-black robes, wavering, and wearing a huge round skull as a helmet of sorts, over his head.  The skull was missing the lower jaw to accommodate its function as a helmet and had huge teeth or tusks coming out of the mouth which covered the face of whoever wore it.  The floating figure carried a long, crooked wooden staff with a long triangular flag which waved continuously, and was a deep red color.  The figure's eyes glowed red as it addressed me.  I can't remember the exact words, except that he was telling me that he was the only king and ruler of this land, and that any nationally effective actions or artifacts I might take from here had to be brought to him first.  I lied and agreed with him until he floated away and left me alone, and then I left the temple in fear.

Outside in the town, the sun was setting and the only lively and public building open was a small church with a cross on the roof.  I entered and watched some choir people sing and clap and dance wildly around the room.  In fact, it seemed that the whole congregation was made up of these dancers and singers, and there was actually only one person occupying the pews or chairs as a spectator.  I approached this man and realized that he was the priest, noticing his black shirt with the white collar underneath a trench coat that he wore.  He was a priest in disguise... And I had to note it as funny that the priest was the observer as the congregation led the service, so to speak -- a complete reversal of roles.  He nodded to me and waved me over, told me he knew who I was and that although I might not know it, I was on an important mission that was going to help everybody.  I told him of the "Red King" I had seen in the temple and my fear of him.  The priest reached into some pocket of his coat and with an air of reverence handed me a dark purple velvet purse, with a solid, rough-edged black stone inside that I could see partially through the drawstring opening.  A small silver disc had been sewn onto one side of the velvet bag, and engraved on it was a strange set of runes that sort of resembled the zodiac, but it was something different.  They were etched around the face of the disc in a circle and in the middle were two dragons, one with a red eye and one with a green eye, who seemed to be animated and chasing each other around in a circle.  Animated engravings.  I was mesmerized by this and stared at if for awhile and marveled at how light the stone felt in my hand although it looked incredibly heavy.  Curiosity nagged me to remove the stone from the bag but some instinct told me not to.  I put it in a pocket close to my heart.  The priest told me to hang on to it, that it would help me somehow, and that it was my duty to return to the temple but he would not say why.  My fear was dissolving and I felt empowered with a new courage and anticipation for this unknown purpose that I had.  I thanked the priest, who nodded and quickly waved me off while glancing around suspiciously.

Outside again, it was fully night now and I could hear crickets singing.  I made my way back to the temple and entered the weird hallways again.  Eventually, the faint glimmer returned and the silhouette of the floating apparition.  It was the "King" again, but something about him was different this time.  The light around him had a blueish tint and all of his colors seemed generally softer.  His eyes were not glowing red, but just black empty sockets that seemed slightly less intimidating.  I remembered what he said last time that I should bring all artifacts to him first and felt afraid that he would demand the stone from me or take it somehow.  He read my thought this time though, and said, "Fear not,  you may keep what was given to you."  I relaxed but I was confused and asked him why he had spoken different to me earlier.  He replied, "The one you spoke with is not the king, though he is me.  There is only one king, and the true king carries a white flag."  As he said this, it seemed like another smaller apparition was hovering beside him, but it vanished before I could get a good look at it.  I noticed that the flag on this king's staff was a pure, glowing white.  He asked me to follow him.  He vanished into a corridor up ahead, which opened into a wide, round room which felt like the center of this temple or shrine.  In the center of the room was a raised, glowing white dais of somesort.  White rays of light shot out all over the floor in a circle.  Floating above the center of this was a rectangular stone coffin with flowers and vines carved into the sides.  Floating above that was the king, perhaps as he looked as a mortal man, lying on his back with arms folded over his chest in the burial posture.  He was totally a white, translucent ghost just floating there in some kind of suspended stasis.  Floating above him was another coffin, and above that a young beautiful princess lying in the same manner, with her hands clasping a white flower at her breast.  The hair and robes of them wavered softly and slowly in the dim light as they just floated there in the center of that glowing, pulsating energy.  I was not able to approach or touch them but I walked around that circle for a long time just staring at them and trying to read the situation.  It seemed to me that someone had trapped them here in order to rule in their place.  I wanted to revive them somehow, and the thought occurred to me that maybe the stone was a key for this situation.  So I pull the stone out of my pocket, and suddenly the whole of reality seems to tear before my eyes as the temple vanishes and I find myself outside again.  I have the sensation that the temple has taken off from this spot and flown  away like an aircraft.  I am left standing on the street as dawn approaches... I can hear birds singing and see the sun slowly coming up, and I feel frantic that I have lost the temple and somehow lost my mission.  But the town is suddenly beautiful and full of life, birds singing, flowers blooming, butterflies flying by, etc.  I am running through the streets and quickly losing my breath, I stop for air beside some metal steps.  A young kid with dreadlocks comes skateboarding casually up to me and stops to ask if I'm all right.  I am trying to tell him no, that I need help, I start explaining my story to him and I take the velvet bag out of my pocket to show him.  I'm talking rapidly and speaking becomes slurred and difficult as I keep losing my breath and gasping for air... losing my voice.  In one last desperate move I try to snatch the bag off of the rock, but at that moment I am woken up by the sound of my own voice, as I am shouting very loudly at my ceiling from my bed."

]]><![CDATA[I wish.]]>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 00:49:26 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2012/02/-i-wish.htmlShiva's moon dances with Venus,
Behind a veil, enchanted, She peeks,
Twinkling between dark clouds,
Inspiring a dream from His crescent eye
Silver cup, the core of a swirling night sky.

Wished her resistant flower would open
Doors prying fingers against petals, pressed,
Desires for the rippling center, undressed,
The dewdrop unstilled, broken, a glistening fracture,
Her treasure spent for but a moment's rapture

Love remnant, the light of fractals
Dancing with all diminutive shadows
Keys pressed, squeezed out the text
onto a white screen, our dreams project

Wherever I step, the truth hovers near
A blade, double-edged, to refrain is death
This awakened meditation is
a narrow path on a cliff
in constant fluctuation.



© Andrea Pacione 2012.
]]><![CDATA[No Time for Romance]]>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:47 GMThttp://www.andreapacione.com/2/post/2012/02/romance.html_
I am getting a transmission right now, or maybe it's just gonna be a good old fashioned RANT - you decide whether or not this resonates with you.




I see a lot of people everywhere, hung up on finding their twin flame, soul mate, life partner, etc.  Though these concepts seem so positive and loving and full of light, what I mostly see is just people who are stuck and depressed!!  How can this be??




I have been just as guilty of getting hung-up on this issue as well, and have a lifetime of "failed" relationships behind me -- Or so I thought until very recently. I am beginning to see it in a new light, and I really feel compelled to share this.




You don't fail at anything unless you fail to learn from the experience.





We've all heard the old expression that you can't love another until you learn to love yourself first, right?  If you can get that part down, then your love of self radiates to others. In fact, it might even attract the wrong sort of people (or simple unconscious people) to you like a magnet, because when you DO love yourself, that makes you glow and shine and even the unawakened can sense that there is something special about you, and they just WANT it.  And you, being the loving empath or general giving soul that you are, will be tempted to give it all away to a point of hurting yourself.




The under-confident want to hang out with those who seem so hip and confident and secure in themselves because they are hoping to learn the secret - hoping some of that will rub off on them. And that's okay. You can shine your light and live by example - but you also have to shield yourself from being drained. Sometimes it is best to live by example as your lotus is sprouting, rather than try to "save" someone... because usually what ends up happening is that they just drag you back down into the mud with them. 

Not only that, but by you trying to do the work for them, you are actually robbing them of the opportunity to grow for themselves.  You are doing them an injustice.  It's like the old adage, "Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, but teach him how to fish and he'll support himself."  Something like that.  And you have to realize that not everyone wants to learn how to take care of and nurture themselves with Love.  Many just want you to be the president of their pity party and you have to realize that is not helping anyone at all! Real change comes from within.  You can't teach motivation. Sometimes saying no to someone is saying YES to yourself (back to that - can't love someone else without loving yourself first) and it is not only what is best for you but what is best for them, too - like a loving parent.  If a mother ties her child's shoes every day, that child will never learn how to tie their own shoes, right?




Okay, that's one thing... Self love first, then love of others becomes possible, especially when you see every person as a reflection of yourself.  And even if you are in a relationship presently, I think it's important to constantly be vigilant about this self love.  Take care that you are not becoming too dependent or addicted to the other.  A phrase I came up with recently to embody this concept:




All of my relationships manifest in relation to how I relate to myself.

 

 

Mediate on that awhile. It will start to make sense sooner or later.




The other thing that has been my lesson lately, is that I am learning, over and over again, that the only "True Love" that exists is the love that EXPANDS my soul to encompass all people, firstly forgiveness for myself for all the mistakes I have made which opens me up to forgive others, even the ones who have hurt or abused me, even the ones who don't love me back, all the plants, animals, trees, the people who are hurting and destroying Mother Earth, the so-called "evil" that is out there... I have to embrace all of it with a sense of detached compassion - this is a concept that is prevalent in many disciplines, Zen, Buddhism, and some others I'm sure.  The idea is that you feel love and compassion for ALL THINGS, but without attaching yourself in a way that is harmful to you or sapping of your energy.




When we REALLY start to feel that we are connected to the Whole, The ONE, and that everything, even the body of the Earth is a part of us - our bodies and emotions are in harmony with Gaia and the Moon and Sun... We have to realize that Gaia is undergoing major transformations right now.  She is awake, alive, and she has her own evolution underway... Some call it ascension... Call it what you like... But if you feel in tune with Gaia then you know what I'm talking about.




It may be that I cannot be satisfied or at peace in a singular love relationship because by pouring all of my focus and love into one person, I am in a sense robbing the rest of the world who also needs my love.

 

 

Maybe when we focus on healing our shared Earth, pouring our love into Her and each other, the rest will just naturally fall into place.  They say the best way to meet your soul mate is to just be involved in doing what you really love... then love naturally finds you.

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