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PRESENTS
ORIGINALS WORK BY
KILER DAVENPORT
THE
ANTHOLOGY OF
M.E.M.
(MODERN EVOLUTION OF MINDS)
PRESENTS
KILER DAVENPORT
DEDICATION
THIS IS THE FIRST IN A SERIES OF WORKS THAT
I HAVE DONE OVER THE YEARS. I DEDICATE THIS
TO MY MOTHER WHO WAS THERE FOR ME
THROUGH ALL OF THE UPS AND DOWNS IN MY
LIFE. SHE WAS MY INSPIRATION AND ALWAYS A
SOURCE OF CONTINUING SUPPPORT AND
ENCOURAGEMENT.
THESE ARE WORKS FROM DEEP WITHIN. THEY
ARE NOT IN ANY REAL ORDER AND NEITHER AM
I. MY LIFE HAS TAKEN MANY TURNS. VERY FEW
WILL GET A CHANCE TO GO WHERE I HAVE GONE
OR DO WHAT I HAVE DONE.
DEATH HAS BEEN MY CONSTANT COMPANION. I
AM LUCKY TO STILL BE AROUND AND BLESSED
TO HAVE GAINED WISDOM AND INSIGHT.
I HOPE ALL OF YOU ENJOY THE JOURNEY.
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR / WRITER / POET
KILER DAVENPORT
My brain is constantly running. I ponder the things
of the universe, human communications, existence,
consciousness, the quantum realm. I love to
interview others to learn of what runs deep in their
minds. I live out of the box, outside of the lines of
constructed reality. Constantly imagining the
unimaginable. Analytical, philosophical but
thankfully embedded with common sense. I am a
peace maker by escalation and deescalation. I tell it
like it is. I wonder why it is like it is. I crave balance
in a chaotic world. I know the impossible is
possible. I truly love people in their essence. I
see beyond the surface. I realize the light in this
dark void we are surrounded by. I like to shake
people out of their comfortable tree, knock them
off balance, keep them on edge. that is what
makes the world turn. So there you have it
a little bit about me. what about you.
BLIND GLORY
A vast ocean of mindless drones
in a sea of ruling class capitalists
Forever lost in the dark vacuum of empty space
forced to feed the monster with broken
pieces of scrap from the wage earner day
Men, women, and children once independent
gobbled up by the hungry giant
This global God of production, dominance, and power
We are reduced to mere rubble in the pile
puppets on a string, dogs on a short leash
The submissive, beat up, worn out passive massive
too duped for revolution, too weak to overthrow
Like blinded pigs being led to slaughter
We wave our flags of glory on this sinking ship
like dogs cloaked in the dress of the civilized
We gag at gnats and swallow camels
We lick our vomit up in private places
We parade our morality in the streets of public opinion
Like small birds in giant cages
we flaunt our false freedom
We pledge allegiance to Big Brother
We bow down to the powers that be
We nourish ourselves on the lie
We are products and manifestations of the state
doomed to self-destruction
Expendable, replaceable, gullible, powerless
You are the future. You are the caretakers of tomorrow. The
things you do today will determine the outcome of
tomorrow. You must work hard to develop yourself, train
yourself, discipline yourself, and educate yourself.
We live in a world that cannot survive unless we love one
another.
Love thy neighbor is the greatest commandment. Love the
Lord thy God with all thy heart, all thy mind, all thy soul, for
this is the first commandment.
The power is in your hands to change the world. Yes, you
are responsible for everyone around you. You have to make
it happen or it wont happen. Dont wait for your parents to
tell you to do good. Dont wait for your preacher to tell you
to be good. Just do it. Nothing will happen unless you take
charge of your life. Nothing will happen unless you have a
plan. Nothing will happen unless you get involved. Nothing
will happen unless you work hard. Look at yourselves. What
are you doing? What are you accomplishing? What goals
have you set? Theres no time to waste. Get out there and
get with it.
MY BROKEN HEART
MY HEART IS BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR,
I LONG FOR HER SHE IS NOT THERE,
IF ONLY I COULD SEE HER FACE HOLD HER HAND,
SEE HER SMILE,
WALK WITH HER JUST ONE MORE MILE,
SHE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME
SO MANY IN THIS WORLD CANNOT AND NEVER WILL
FULLY COMPREHEND HOW SHORT LIFE REALLY IS AND
SOON IT WILL HAVE TO END
LIVE EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY AS IF IT WAS YOUR
LAST
DON'T STRESS ABOUT THE FUTURE STOP COMPLAINING
ABOUT THE PAST
LEARN TO CHERISH THE HERE AND NOW,DON'T REACT
TO
EVERY WIND THAT BLOWS
I SAY ALL OF THIS TO GIVE YOU WINGS THAT YOU MIGHT
FLY TO ENDLESS HEIGHTS
NOW GO AND TAKE YOUR MOTHERS HAND AND LET HER
KNOW YOU CARE,
IF SHE HAS TRAVELED ON UP AHEAD,
LET HER KNOW YOU WILL SOON BE THERE.
DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT
MEANS TO HAVE A MOTHER
AM I LIVING IN HELL?
Am I living in Hell?
Am I the only one who can see behind the veil into the
abyss.
~~~ PAGE 11 ~~~
CRAZY THINKING
Have you ever heard someone say 'If I could only know
what my purpose is in life. Do I have a purpose in life?' This
on the surface seems like a simple enough question but if
you look a little deeper. You are faced with some very
complex problems.
The first being. If I have a predestined purpose then who
gave it to me and why. If I don't find my purpose what will
become of me. What if my purpose was to ask if I had a
purpose and try to figure out who gave it to me. What if my
purpose is whatever I decide to do, to think, and to feel.
What if I am just to be and that is my purpose.
It is like throwing a deck of cards up in the air and letting
them fall where they may. Could it be any different or was
that the way they were supposed to fall or did they fall with
any purpose. And if so what was that purpose.
Could I have stopped myself from typing this? Could I have
stopped myself from saying. Could I have stopped myself
and so on and so on. If God knows everything then why
does it matter what I think anyway.
I think I am a free agent with the ability to make choices.
But then again could that be a part of the program. What if
everything I do is programmed? What if whenever I think I
am changing my mind I'm really just doing what I'm
programmed to do?
This kind of thinking can and has driven people crazy. Was
that a part of the program or what. My head is spinning
with ideas some of them good and some bad. Do I have any
control over good and bad? Do my choices count?
You said, I said, she said, he said, they said, and we said all
combined to create what. Just another part of the program.
If I'm programmed so is everyone else. Aren't they?
~~~ PAGE 13 ~~~
FREE VOICE
THE VOICE OF TOMORROW TODAY
OUR FLEETING PAST MOMENTS
NOT IN THE WAY
WE SET SAIL TO SHORES UNKNOWN
FOREVER THERE BUT NOT ALONE
FOR MANY WILL GO WITH US
ON THIS JOURNEY
BOUND AND FREE
THERE WON'T BE ANY COMING HOME..
THEY'VE BROKEN BOUNDLESS CHAINS THEY'RE FREE
AS WE STAND ON THESE NEW SHORES
WE CONTEMPLATE TOMORROW
WE LEARN FROM DISTANT PAST
WE MOURN THAT PAIN AND SORROW
BUT AS WE LOOK TOWARD THIS NEW DAY
FREE VOICE WILL ALWAYS PAVE OUR WAY
HUMAN COMMUNICATIONS
I would like to talk for a moment about human intelligence
and human communications. Do we have to be intelligent to
communicate? The answer is 'NO'. Everyone and everything
communicates something to someone or something
somehow at sometime. Basic one cell animals communicate,
birds communicate, and horses communicate.
In other words for every action there is an equal and
opposite reaction. Something happens here and effects
something over there. Someone says something and
someone else reacts to it. What does all this mean? It
means that the world is alive and constantly changing. How
we communicate is important as well as when, to whom,
and why.
Most people do not understand the importance and power
of communication. They just make noise in hopes that
someone will understand them.
Most people do not understand the complex variables of
communication. Again they just open their mouths and hope
that whatever comes out will somehow make a difference.
In order to be a good communicator one must do basic
studies in the communication process.
You have the idea, thought, or concept that resides in the
brain of the one transmitting in information. This would be
called the transmitter. Then you have the one receiving the
thought, idea, or concept. This person would be called the
receiver. Now remember in order for the transmitter to
transmit the thought, idea, or concept the transmitter must
have some idea of what or how they want the message to
come across.
We live out our lives but very rarely inside our lives
We see with our eyes that have never really been fully
opened
We tell ourselves how good we are doing when really we
have failed
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COMING HOME
I came back to that place we met today
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity
I could not find any words to say
Some say I'll get over this
As time passes by
Your best friend spoke of the memories
All I could do is hang my head and cry
I do not want to be here anymore
They have no idea
They will never understand
I want to be at home with you
To hold you once again
I'll go back now to that empty place
We used to call our home
When they come for me in the morning
I'll already be gone
I hope you will forgive me
For the deed when it is done
Visiting this old empty bench
~~~ PAGE 24 ~~~
THE I AM
Pure thought without intention
I cease to define
Beginning, ending, present -all one in the same
~~~ PAGE 29 ~~~
Go and just be
Remember it is what it is
The I AM
COMPLEX TRUTH
The complex truth is an illusion of personal
constructed reality. It is only as defined as the one
defining it. In order to find the truth one must get
out of the way of ones self so one can see the
interconnectedness and interdependent
relationships that surround us.
In order to find one s self one must be able to go
beyond self concepts, ideas, and distractions that
get in the way.
Kill the I, the me, the us, and the them. Learn the
art of unbeing. Cease to self seek. Peer beyond the
curtain of the material world. There are no new
truths or ideas. Concepts are but misguided
energies. Thinking is a dangerous past time. It will
bind you up in yourself. It is a road that never
ends.
One must learn to unlearn, to unthink, to take
apart what is put together. Especially those
thoughts that stem from or have their root in lust,
greed, or anger. One needs to try and cultivate
right mind or middle way. Get out of yourself and
look at the new world around you. Be quiet long
enough to see, hear, feel, smell, and touch the
manifestation of the essence of all things.
Quiet the minds endless, senseless, and foolish
chatter and you will see the complex truth.
EMPTY SPACE
To find ones self is to find peace
To except ones self is to find love
I see people all the time trying to deny who they really are.
You cannot separate yourself from yourself no matter how
hard you try. You are who you are and that is that. Most of
us have been taught at an early age that being human is a
terrible thing even a sin.
Sin resides in that mortal body. We are told 'rid yourself of
your nasty thoughts and deeds that will destroy you and
everyone around you'. So we try our best to find this other
person. This other self. The good thought. The good deed.
The selfless act. That must be it. If only we could stay
there. If only we could figure out how to live in that so
called other self. It would be a perfect world or would it.
Most people can't grasp that we are in a perfect world. The
world is not confused. We are. The world is not messed up.
We are.
What is the world. It is the platform. The foundation. The
starting place. The origin or our being. And before the world
was God. The origin of our being is not God but the world
that he made for us to come out of. We are not the essence
but the fruit of the essence. We are not the root but a part
of the branch. We are not the first or the last but
somewhere in the middle of this fantastic creation or event.
One must learn to be. Stop trying to figure yourself out.
Stop trying to find yourself. You are who you are. Be content
to be. Past, present, and future are now. The past is forever
gone. The future an illusion of mortal mind. The present a
gift to be treasured.
You must live in it. You cannot run from it even though you
try. It is here to stay. That eternal moment called the
present --the now.
Face it head on. Don't be afraid of it. It is okay to learn from
your past. It is okay to anticipate the future. But you have
to understand the future is now. Stop talking about what
you did and what you are going to do; and realize they are
both now this very minute. The past, present, and future
are now.
~~~ PAGE 37 ~~~
FRIEND OF MINE
Do you really know me
I really know me
If you only knew me
The one you see is not me
Its only the one I want you to see
Its only the one I pretend to be
Do you think I'm happy trying to be
Who you want me to be
If you only knew, if you could only see
How much more there is of me
It would be nice to know why we
Play this never ending silly game
Sometimes I want to tell you I'm not the cat
For you to tame
Can't you understand that I a m
And you are you
Trying to control each other
Is something we should never do
Love is free
Not bound and tied
If I told you different
It would be a lie
Open the cage
And let me fly
Deep down inside I'm not the sweet little girl
You want me to be
So open this cage
And set me free
Don't box me in
Just be my friend
Neither one of us should have to bend and bend
To blend in
Love me for who I am
And not who you want me to be
I want to know the real you and you me
But that will never happen
Unless we set each other free
We can still be together
But independently
~~~ PAGE 41 ~~~
QUEST
To be is to have been in form and void
Transformed into the thing I call 'me'
Somewhere, somehow becoming, beginning
To know that I am is to know nothing
To know that I am a part of nothing is something
~~~ PAGE 42 ~~~
NATURE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
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.
~~~ PAGE 43 ~~~
We must get out of our comfort zones and see for ourselves
the war that is raging around us. We must know that there
are others like us who would take our hands and form an
unbreakable chain that would bind us together and
strengthen us in our mission and sustain us in our time of
need.
DEPENDENT RISING
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.
GOD
LIMITED POTENTIAL
Your potential is only limited by your definition of
reality.
Self control comes when you give up the need to
control others.
Live in the moment.
Quiet your mind.
The world can do without your analysis.
Open your heart and your mind to the universe.
It speaks to you with a still small voice.
You are becoming.
Everyone around you is becoming.
Nothing is everything and everything is nothing.
You hold the keys to countless futures.
Let the past be forgiven.
Live in the fullness of the present.
Tone down, tune up, harmonize, balance, be quiet,
synchronize, rest in the moment.
Dont be fooled by the illusion of life.
Your life is but a whisper in a time forgotten.
A precious moment.
A priceless treasure.
Death is at the door.
COMMITTED INSTITUTION
We are committed to this institution called life
We are bound in this tribunal
This self made hell we call existence
We have imagined ourselves
We have created our own destruction
You tell me
I tell you
Your power
My power
Their power
Our power
It is all subjective, delusional, bullshit
Constructed formality
Social etiquette
Political correctness
Religious dogma
Denominated, proclaimed, exclamated, propagated,
inflated, overestimated
Consumed with self pity
Groping in the dark
Unforeseen demented minds eating each other up like
maggots on a corpse
Gagging at gnats and swallowing camels
Selling our souls to the corporate credit devils
Gobbling ghouls of government eating our brains from
the inside out
Dangling the carrot of media madness
Our minds twisted into degrading folly and all the while
proclaiming our great Christian heritage
Patriots raping nations all in the name of democracy
Overthrowing countries with our moral madness
Consumed with self righteous ideals
Maggots of made for T.V. movies out of mayhem
Where will it stop
SELF EXPRESSION
We write to figure things out. To explore the world in
which we live. Writing is searching. We will never find
the answers in which we seek. For the answer only
brings us another question. Good writing always sparks
debate and challenges the imagination. It makes the
reader crave more.
Writing is an extension of one's experience and
perception. It is always trying to explain and define
itself. If one could only write what words cannot
express. Writing is limited to one dimension. It cannot
see itself in the mirror. It cannot talk back to us. It
stops at the end of the pen. What comes after it is not
a part of it. The same old thing that put it on will take it
off. The need to express. The need to define one's self
in this vast universe.
The pen, the keystroke, the color, the picture will all
end at the end of the pen. Ink that was once a star.
The very stuff we are made of now sits in front of me
begging to be heard and understood. Crying out for a
place in the game. Where will it go next? Who will take
it in and in what form?
A trillion years from now this very stuff will seek its
place where you and I once were. Traveling in that
great form and void. It will cry out to be heard and
someone somewhere will seek to define it and so be it.
We start all over again.
POPULAR MISCONCEPTIONS
If I work harder, I'll earn more money.
If I have more money, then I won't have to work as hard.
Credit cards make life easier.
I'll never run up my credit card like some people do.
My kids are 'A' students. They will never get on drugs.
I'm better, because I'm smarter and good looking.
My job is secure. I'm indispensable. They would never fire me.
My relationship is solid as a rock.
I'm in complete control.
Pro drivers never have a wreck.
I'm one of the few people who can drink and drive.
I know the real story.
You can count on me.
Let me be completely honest with you.
I'll never tell anyone. Mum's the word.
Best friends are forever.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
We have an open relationship.
My spouse would never cheat on me.
Trust me it won't hurt a bit.
You may have already won.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
I could never lie to you. I love you.
I'll always be there for you.
Do it for me just this once. And I'll never ask again.
Trust me. It feels good, and you know I love you.
You're just like one of the family.
What do you mean? Do I know what I am doing? I could do
this
in my sleep.
~~~ PAGE 77 ~~~
OPEN HEARTS
Let us open our hearts to you Lord
Let us proclaim our love for you
Let us fellowship together
Let us forgive one another our sins
As you have forgiven us
May our every thought be of you
Our daily walk be with you
Our every deed for you
May we think of you coming in and going out
May our life be a reflection of you
Our death a connection to you
Let us be consumed with your love
Pardoned by your mercy
Humbled by your grace
Teach us oh Lord not to be hurt by each other
May we learn to lift each other up
As you have lifted us
May we learn to seek wisdom as she cries
In the streets of our fallen city
May we learn to help one another in time of need
Help us not to judge one another least
We be judged also by you
POISON PUSHERS
Did you hear about so and so going out with so and
so? And what about you know who doing you what
with you know who over at whatchamacallits?
Are you a gossip, a tale barer, tattletale? Are you the
kind of person that can't wait to get home and spill
the beans? I hope not, because if you are it would be
better that a rope be placed around your neck and you
be tossed into the deepest river to float down stream
where the garbage ends up.
Our community is full of these poison pushing busy
bodies peddling their unproven innuendo in every
crack and crevice. Their lies multiply like rats in the
sewer. They leave in their wake the dead and broken
lives of those who never had a chance to tell the truth.
When I meet someone I think might be a friend, and
before I go any further in the relationship. The first
thing I do is check out them to see if they gossip. If
they do I can cross them off my list. Because if they
gossip, tell lies, or make up stories about other
people.
They will make up stories about me. I would rather
run around and associate with drug addicts, drunks,
bums, swindlers, and scoundrels, than with gossips.
Because people that make up stories about other
people or even listen to crap about other people are in
my book under the lowest form of life.
WHAT IF?
What if we are an extension of God's imagination? If
he stopped thinking about us time and space as we
know it would cease to exist.
What if we are God's parts and pieces making up
God's mind and thoughts?
What if we do not exist at all except in our mind?
What if we are a two or three second dream God is
having?
What if we created God even though we don't even
exist in the way we think we do.
What if eternity is now and forever is yesterday?
What if eternity is past, present, and future all
wrapped up into the same moment, as some scientists
theorize.
What happens if you take time and space out of the
equation.
What if God has a God and so on and so on and so
on?
What if the whole universe is only the size of an atom?
Then what is outside the atom.
What if death was the end?
What if God created us and just left us here to fend
for ourselves?
What if prayer was just wishful thinking?
What if God just came down to earth from wherever
he, she, or it is and explained everything to us? Do
you think our small brains could handle such a thing?