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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Mondo's Aphorisms (page #4)

Mondo's Aphorism (p.4)

The Objective Truth, not your subjective truth, makes one more Human.

The other's behavior is simply a counter-behavior to yours.

The other, as an acquaintance, friend, or lover, will, soon, settle into his comfortable ratio of inherited, cultural self to authentic, larger Self:  wait, seek, and accept the Truth of him.

The objective Truth, not one's subjective truth, is a carte blanche to one's authenticity, or larger Self.

When true Love is wanting in an intimate relationship, the other will consciously or subconsciously close many lines of communication, for fear of the Light out of his comfortable darkness.

When intoxicated with anger, one feels essentially naked, out of the protected comfort of one's body or Home.

Seek not to treat the Truth as if it were titanium body-piercing bullets for which one should, must wear a bullet-proof vest to guard against.

Goddess is not a man, and God is not a woman:  She is not a woman, and He is not a man:  She is, and He is neither, both, and beyond our Human conceptions, or imagination.

Die each night to your life's retrograde issues, and wake up each morning with a newly-fresh, wider perspective of them in your mind's imaginative eye.

Endeavor to never be impervious to the other's mischance.

Made impervious to intimacy, for fear of Love's misfortunes, many a man's heart will harden, wither away, and be unable to provide oxygen to the brain needed for rationale, or noble Humanity.

A relationship that is a respite for one's troubled soul is most dysfunctional.

If the only topic of conversation, one has with a friend is disparaging gossip about others, then the friend is one to lose to a Gossip Columnist,

The ego is the Soul's nemesis.

If the only topic of conversation one has with a friend is complaints about his life-negating issues, then the friend is one to lose to a good Therapist.

There are two types of love a Human Being might experience:  Objective and subjective.

One will usually emote subjective love, for it emanates from the ego, the cultural and inherited self.

Objective Love, one feels deeply, Soulfully, for It emanates from the Soul, the authentic, and larger Self.

Endeavor to never reduce your noble Humanity to race, but to transcend race.

All schisms betwixt Human Beings are superficial, and borrowed:  look to it, reflect, gain insights, overcome, and transcend it.

One lies, at times, out of fear of being lied to.

A man's feminine side is his better Angel.

An ungrateful heart will have a bountiful harvest waiting to be reaped, but instead will be complaining about the drought, the sterile soil.

You may have influence over, define, or redefine the major events experienced in life, as much as they will, undoubtedly, shape, reshape you as an individual, depending on the lense(s) used to do so progradely or retrogradely.

Life is a paradoxical simplicity.

Seek out ways to simplify your life, thus, softening your heart.

Your thoughts are automatic, unreflective, while reason is deliberately moving away from automatic thoughts, as in meditation, to find deeper meaning within introspection, reflections, and an inter-connection with all that is.

The Human world is a wonderful, noble one, if you accept full responsibility for your consequences, choices in life, and always know your place in the chain of Humanity, how we inter-are.

We are responsible for each other, even, in ways beyond the poet's fancy, and that is truly noble.

Always be the Commander in Chief of all your consequences.

When you sufficiently Love, respect Yourself, truly, it is impossible, then, to suffer the slings and arrows of unrequited love.

Pray to not develop an insatiable want, but perceived as need, by the cultural, inherited self for material goods, borne out of Existentialist angst.

Be not an enabler to those who conspire against themselves.

If you want apple juice, but get a lemon, accept it as bountiful harvest:  a paradoxical simplicity.

Real, true Love never requires one to sacrifice the Self for Her.

Let good, sound reasoning founded on principles, morals lead the way, followed by the heart.

Embracing your imperfection is the only antidote to guilt, shame, and blame.

It's not what happens to one in life, but the lense(s) one uses to view, interpret each experience.

The other, in an intimate relationship, is like a puzzle, but with patience, and some time seeking the truth of him, he will solve his own puzzle for your eyes, mind.

How could one ever know, if experience A had materialized, that it would have been better, worse, in the long run, than experience B that did happen?

Be totally present with each breath to reduce your level of stress, and enjoy the gift of life as a sentient Being.

Your strength may be your weakness, and your weakness may be your strength.

Acceptance frees the heart to live in the sunshine of the present.

A grateful heart nurtures, cultivates a peaceful Soul.

I am a doer, maker of consequences, choices.

If he does not respect your orgasms, he is emotionally detached, very like a gigolo.

No other Human Being can deceive you, without your complicity.

Mental illness, or brain disorders, is a Human issue:  let us, all, deal with it openly, without shame, stigmas, or/and guilt.

A good conversation is a beautiful, well-choreographed, intimate tango.

Greed intoxicates and makes one irrational, on the brink of madness.

A man, who shuns his feminine half of his brain, thus negates his mother, truly, and is, therefore, unbalanced.

One should not ask another traveler to slow down his journeying, for one needs to gain more skills, and experiences to get to the same, similar stage of life as the other.

We, each as an individual, will travel through the stages of life at our own, individual pace.

Expectations or being hubristic about how your future should materialize, one way or another, is a psychological prison of your creation.

My conscience scolded me, thus:  a pound of a woman's flesh is cheaper than a pound of widgets on the insidious, cultural, gradated market.

Ex-lovers do not create one's "baggages:"  they are created, for one makes the consequence of not travelling light.

Tactics should be used when dealing with a group, only,  not an individual Human Being, for tactics is of utilitarianism.

If your heart-space only expands when in receiving mode, you may be selfish.

A grateful heart always knows, accepts the mathematical difference of her strengths to weaknesses.

Good, humane ideas are the Soul's axis.

A well-developed, moral imagination is the healthy, well functioning heart of one's Soul.

A fertile, moral imagination is needed to move forward in life.

If you keep making withdrawals, only, from any relationship, soon your account will reflect a zero balance, then a negative, followed by the closing of said account.

It is a well-deserved honor to not be respected by the unwise, less-Human.

Seek to always remember, empathize with, delineate the individual Human Being from all systems, in general, for the Human Being is infinitely noble, while systems, themselves, may be corrupt.

The cultural, inherited self is always most antagonistic to Change, any hint of Her.

Never chase Happiness, for She is most swift, but make a Home for Her, and She will come to stay with you.

When you know, accept your weaknesses intimately, they become your strengths.

One who lives irresponsibly does not need a lover, but a codependent.

With a good deed everyday, soften your Heart to prepare, as an individual, internally, for the "beloved community."

Low- to no-fiber foods is a tactical, clever, grandmaster-chess-champion marketing move.

Learning dynamically or journeying toward becoming more Human is a noble aspiration.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Her Heart, My Love

Her Heart, My Love

Her heart is no less
Golden without any gold.
Her eyes brighter than
Those who have suffered less.

My Love for her no less
Stronger I've been told:
I cherish her more than
Any wise man's guess.

To live, to die

To Live, To Die

I've lived a thousand deaths;
I've died a thousand lives,
But still I want:
To live, to die
A thousand more deaths,
A thousand more lives.

Black Lips

Black Lips

Big, large
Brown lips,
Protruding from
Her lovely face,
As if reaching
To command kisses
From all those who
Lay eyes on.

The Incantation

The Incantation

With this
I command myself
To love you,
With a passion
That mortal's heart
Bestows upon
A Goddess incarnate:
Only, truly.

Black Oil

Black Oil

Her skin's hue
Glimmers with
The opaqueness
Brightness of
Black oil,
In wait:
For hands,
For eyes
To caress,
To revere

Thursday, September 19, 2013

A Hint of Humanity

To All Those Plus More

With Agape,
Like agave,
I share:
I care:
With, for,
All those plus more,
A hint of Humanity
Had seen in me.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Ode to Therapists

Ode to Therapists

A Therapist eases one's pain,
So to get on the train.
He prescribes one the 'pro,
So that one's anxiety stays low.

A Therapist elevates one from bottom-out,
With exposure therapy to draw one out.
She makes one more social,
With Human skills prosocial.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Happy Birthday, Fab Fabie!

Happy Birthday, Fab Fabie!

In honor of Fabie's Birthday, I wrote these two ditties:

The Moon is full;
You are so beautiful.
The sky is blue;
I love You.


Fab's eyes bright, tonight;
Fab Fabie is my Light.
Never a truer Love;
Fabienne, You are my Dove.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Mondo's Aphorisms (p.3)

Mondo's Aphorisms

The Soul, like true Art, stands beyond, above, respectively, life, and mirrors life back truthfully, in all its conceptions, enterprises, and Beauty.

The Soul, remaining, always, beyond Human conceptions, enterprises, stands untainted in its universal, eternal Truth, Beauty.

Oh, how the days of happy lust quickly turn into days of regrets and self-pity.

The days of Love are like beautiful, cogent haikus, for they capture life in its eternal Truth and Beauty.

Pray, labor that your days of Love outnumber your days of lust, for your Heart's space, perspective will widen with such a favorable ratio.

Moments of true, internal, Human courage are always borne out of Love, true and pure, bearing proof to the nobility of our Human Nature.

What true, internal Love has soldered, no hate can dissever.

The days of Love will live on eternally, untainted, for they are locked away in a Lover's memory safe, accessible to only Venus.

At times, a Human Being will be stuck, sunk in the quagmire, quicksand he makes of himself.

It is most Human to extract from society at large and play out what it is to be a social being; the insight is in balancing that fact with one's internal, eternal truth or larger Self.

Some intimate relationships are borne out of loneliness and need.

At specific times, wisdom is allowing, consciously, the cultural, inherited self to trump the authentic, larger Self.

Intimate relationships that are borne out of loneliness and need will quickly become dysfunctional.

Hatred is parasitic:  it quickly destroys the very organism it lives and feeds on.

A grateful Heart is a bright light in the darkness, a compass to a seafarer.

The heart-space, perspective shrinks in the inherited, cultural self-mode.

One's heart-space, perspective, naturally, enlarges in authentic Self-mode.

The Truth will not be digested mechanically or chemically by one's enzymes; it must be ingested Whole-ly.

Star-crossed lovers meet at the nexus of need and loneliness.

If he is with, by you, only, when it accords with his self-interests, then epiphanize that he does not truly love you.

The toiling Hand of Fate, which creates my circumstances, belongs to me, therefore, I pray to always be able to choose life-prograde experiences.

A Woman's true, Love brings a man close, closer to Goddess.

Through Loving truly, only, one Woman, a man moves close, closer to Goddess.

Ask not to be loved, but love yourself, others.

A Therapist is one's mirror to the authentic Self or Truth.

Love is Freedom within, not need.

The inherited, cultural self may be homophobic, xenophobic, anti-Semitic, and racist:  Look to it, reflect, gain insights, overcome, and transcend it.

I am bullish on our Human Nature.

The point, rationale for education need, should not be confused--but clearly delineated from--with its goal, outcome, especially economic or status.

Being in denial is far worse than being insane, in general.

The Human body, an integral part of the authentic, larger Self, always, knows when Therapy is needed, but the inherited, cultural self, usually, will stand in the way with its borders, obfuscating the body's warning messages.

Through guided, then assigned homework, breathing exercises, a Therapist teaches her available patient how to reconnect, reacquaint himself with his body or Soul's Home.

The cultural, inherited self is the Soul's nemesis.

The very nature of Human happiness is ephemeral, for it is contingent of too many fickle, man-made, external factors.

Bask in the universal, eternal, natural warmth of Joy, like green leaves in sunlight.

Endeavor to always clearly delineate the ephemeralness of Human happiness and the immutableness of pure, natural Joy.

Happiness is contingent, ephemeral, and external, while Joy is immutable, universal, and internal.

The Truth needs to be heard, told exactly, at times, when one may not want to hear, be confronted by It.

Practice is simply planning, by another word.

Endeavor to make your personal life consists of experiences you would not confirm or deny to some, but NOT secrets.

Secrets are most harmful to one's Soul.

One hates more out of insidious fear, not the hate itself.

Hate and fear share an intimate kinship, very like twins.

Hate is fear internalized and manifested outwardly.

Oh, the untruths we whisper to our own ears, to shun responsibility for the small, insidious world we create, primarily, in our heads, with thoughts and deeds.

Very like two opposite poles of a magnet, we attract experiences, people to our lives to teach us specific lessons needed for our journey.

You must imbue your Therapist with the omnipotence she needs to help you heal yourself.

One of the unnatural reasons for homophobia is that having been born a "man," confers culturally, lineally to the individual, unmerited, patrimonial advantages economically:  Look to it, reflect, gain insights, overcome, and transcend it.

An available patient always, naturally imbues her Therapist with goddess-like skills to help her heal herself.

There is something above-Human life, goddess-like about the Arts:  It mirrors Human frailties in a transcendental Beauty or Truth.

 A priori expectations preordain your life's experiences with a rigid, static, narrow perspective.

Seek to develop a symbiotic relationship with your fears:  Use them to propel you forward along the way in your journey.

Experiences are all relative:  new to old and old to new.

Endeavor, pray to welcome each new stage of life's journey with an adventurous outlook, very like a neonate embraces fully, lovingly her newly-found environment.

Being scornful of the homeless is being fearful, subconsciously, of the fact that we are ALL a mental illness, natural disaster away from dire poverty.

Humanity is Love:  Choose to Love Her unconditionally.

By devaluing women essentially, and overvaluing men superficially, we have created our own man-made, unhappy world, through that insidious disequilibrium.

Be a seeker of Truth, always, in your personal life.

The wonderful, loving world one wants to live in starts and ends with one.

Treating the other with the law of the jungle means one is not using reason, and therefore less Human.

One's Therapist will not, in the end, make one conscious of more life-retrograde issues, which one is not able to confront, yet.

Good, successful therapy is long-term, in and out of formal settings.

Blessed are the men whose Mother's side, naturally, balances their father's side, in ratios, preferably, favoring their Mother's side

I will never understand, and pray to never, why, the wherefore, one man hates another for Loving his fellow men.

A Lover's Doubt

A Lover's Doubt

Will you still love me:
When my kisses have grown cold?
My knees weakened by life's burden?
My hands grown feeble by hard laboring?

Will you still care:
Even, when my sword,
Unsheathed, impotent, and bedridden
have grown?

Soulfully Beautiful

Soulfully Beautiful

Her eyes reflect my soul,
Like mirrors in twain,
Like two souls.

Her hands, warm like sunlight,
Cultivate my soul.
Her lips, within their depths,
Welcome mine own
With moisture and warmth.

Eyes Like Souls

Eyes Like Souls

Like souls,
Have told a lie.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Ode to Femininity

Ode to Femininity

I visualize Woman:
My tongue,
With honey sweetened;
My mind,
Pregnant with thoughts
Of warm, loving

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

In Your Heart's Favor

In Your Heart's Favor

The edges
Of your heart,
Like hands,
To hold me
In your favor.

Monday, September 2, 2013



The flower within a flower
The heart within a heart
The soul within a soul

The lover within his beloved
The light within the darkness
The seed within its fertile soil,

The truth is