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To you , mr. clown, who sat on the bench with your puppette.

You lost your hope for all you see now is an ordinary town that once had the fire of extra-ordinary. You may feel like you’re spent. You may feel like this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But mr. clown, it just is. The extra in the ordinary, is the greatest legend of it all. Don’t forget, it was this that you saw in others that made you who you are now. Mr. Clown. Pick your pup up and head to the streets, now at your own pace. There are more clowns coming, there always are.

Posted 07 January 2012 † fiscalini § Love § Nature's secrets § Poetry § Reality. Love. § Revolution of a New Generation ‡ Comments Off °

When in love, love.

When you stop thinking about yourself, you then begin to feel love—feel life—feel the infinite and eternal connection of being one. Those who know and live with this love are set in this capsulated physical reality to save those that do not know of love, about not being part of the one, but is the one. One by one we save them through love and our message is simple. We just want everyone to feel love and then they will spread it like a remedy. Once everyone is in love and we can and are feeling connected and return to the light, does this universe ever cease to exist. There is only the good and the evil. The angels and devils. We must love to not start wars, we must defeat hate to fill the void which hate has created with love; before hate can return. Heaven and Hell does exist. It is always, it is every moment. When one loves they are in heaven and when the hate they are in hell. To spread love, to want to be in the comfort of light and not pain: pain is what the physical world needs to exist. Without pain, we would all be engulfed in the light from which we come from. That is why we are here on this Earth—this universe. We are here to spread love and we are here to enlighten souls.

 

The desire for the physical reality to want to live on is so it can exist. That physical reality is the universe itself. The universe is growing into not nothingness, but it grows in the light. To be singularly connected means there is no measurement. There is no point A to point B because it is the only thing that, we so call “exists”. The physical reality is what creates this distance amongst everything: Distance and time. The physical reality is only a layer, a spec, a cover which has shaped itself into the universe we know using light to fill it’s need to exist. It cannot go on forever though. More and more people are realizing this light and they want to be part of it even before they’re physical reality is ready to die. When reality cannot handle the light anymore it dies and loosens it’s grip of the captured light, which is our souls, our mentality, our life. We are part of the same light and the physical reality of this universe has simply grabbed a part of that light to shape itself.

 

While we are here, we all must find ways to understand our position to the best of our capabilities so we can spread the message of love to as many of those who don’t know what love is. We must save them. They could be anyone, your own parents, even! So do your best. Not everyone will understand this because those are the people that you must save by loving. If you don’t love them then they are lost and you have lost that opportunity to open those people’s eyes to themselves. Your job is to love as many people as you can. Some of these people have too much love (or light, or oneness, whatever you want to call it), they are the ones that are closest to the light, those that feel so much love that their physical reality cannot help it but act as they do. I speak of a close friend with what we believe to be a mental disability. Our lessened thoughts, our withered limbs, our physical reality defects are a symbol of an abundance of love. We know through feeling that they are a reminder of that of which we are part of the same source. We have cleverly created structure and thought and ideas into this world to create the worlds that exists now. However, that is just a mirage to busy ourselves from knowing love, to always be in love. Should we revert to cave men? Why not return back to when we belonged in nature, without the defect of intelligence. When we learn to fetch berries and vegetables to satisfy our stomaches and huddle close when it is cold. To act as animals is closest feeling of being one. The physical reality huddles in the corner, secretly wanting to be as close to light as possible, but it is the mere physical reality itself that restricts itself from being part of the light. It’s like a scared child that wants to go back to it’s parents but is scared of being scolded. And for that, It feels very alone. This reality is not real. It is just reality seen through the connected links of the same light/source/God/oneness. Perhaps light was jealous and created a separate self which became reality, but I doubt it, because the light cannot be jealous, because the light is love. And love is just a word. It is not part of any word, it just is.

Posted 29 November 2011 † fiscalini § Love ‡ Comments Off °

Everyone needs a clown

A joker in the medieval times were always by the king. What did they talk about? What did they do?…Well, we won’t think about that, but what did they talk about? I think…no, I believe that jokers were specifically there to make the king happy. To make him not too serious as to forget that e is living in the moment, and truly he should not forget what a beautiful world we live in. We are all so serious and we have all become so disconnected to each other that it’s about time we reintroduce jokers. We introduce clowns. We introduce to our 21st century, a group of people that know how to have fun based on living the moment, and also showing others the greatness of being happy and laughing and loving each other and the world around us. I cheers to jokers all over the world. And here’s a reminder to all jokers, that they are jokers for a reason, and they should really push forward with their quirkiness and weirdness. Don’t let the world around you make you feel like you’re a creep or a disfigurement of the human race. No, you are the jokers that make the world bareable. You are the jokers that bring happiness and light to people who are in the dark and so serious. It’s ok to be dedicated, but let’s not get serious. Seriousness is a state where you are confused of a situation. It no longer becomes dedication and love for what you are doing, it becomes a deep tunnel going down, down, down into the ground. Jokers. Let’s party!

Posted 10 November 2011 † fiscalini § Philosophies ‡ Comments Off °

Always, for the good times. Always.

Posted 28 October 2011 † fiscalini § Alex Fiscalini Art ‡ Comments (0) °

Mirror don’t look at me

We are embarrassed to face ourselves because when we act in the present, we are acting based on what we imagine to sound and look like. Therefore, when we see ourselves how we sound and look, on say a video tape, we are disappointed or embarrassed to see that we didn’t act or sound anything we imagined to be. We are afraid to meet our own rejection of ourselves.

Posted 09 September 2011 † fiscalini § Philosophies ‡ Comments (0) °

Midnight in Paris, Three AM in Toronto

How beautiful it is to go back in time and then realize that time does not exists at all. That time is actually just a figment of our imagination. What is this moment, is the next and is also the past. The people and the events that happened yesterday live on today. We want to escape the present and go back in time where we know the future exists and that everything will be alright. But what is the present without the future anyways. Artists, we are all artists. We make the future what we want it to be. The golden age is now and it is miraculous. It is magical and it is about being fearless and immortal by knowing to love it. Love the present and stop dwelling on the past. The emotions of the future are undying. Emotions are immortal. Letting your emotions go wild is the greatest love you can give to your emotions. Allow it to go where it wants, let your emotions lead you into the future. Let go of the past and let love take over your body. Let the future be driven by your emotions. Emotions are the key to living your life to the fullest. Survive and express each moment with love. There is no room for fear or sadness when you live for the present and the future. There is only light, a blank canvas, an empty space waiting to be filled with love. Love is not corny, nor is it something to be embarrassed about. Love it the future, and it is the key to success and the only road to being in total control of your life. Everything that you ever believed in is false unless it is about love.

Posted 15 August 2011 † fiscalini § Reality. Love. ‡ Comments (0) °

I-love-you

The word that connects two things together. The distance in which creates time and space. Love is what fills space. Love is what takes time. An emotion, a feeling, an illogical and chaotic piece of mind is the connector between two to become one. I love you. I am you. We are. We just are because it just is.

Posted 14 August 2011 † fiscalini § Life is beautiful ‡ Comments (0) °

I am everywhere

A damsiefly is caught in the rushing bus. It hovers uncontrollably on the floor by my feet. No one else is here to see it, just me. It clings on a used tissue paper. It looks confused and tired. I reach from behind and lightly hold it’s wings as the bus rocks left and right. I wait for the massive hunk of metal stop where the wind is slow. Slow enough that when I release the damsiefly out the window it will have control over where it flies. And so ther bus stops and I release the damsiefly. Wether it lands on a leaf or collapses on the streets, it is best that is be with the solid stillness that is nature. While we, us, I stay in the metal shell of the bus and be on my way to the next destination. What is life but a series of dots we go to and forth. I am so amused and bored of the one dimensional routes I take each day. Everything is controlled by space and time. A breath inhaled will be followed with a breath exhaled. A blink of an eye will be followed by yet another. Life and Death also seem to just be another ‘do’ in what we do. Where is the magic, the mystery, the unknown that lies in the back of my mind so still and docile. The magic to be alive. The mystery of dying. I have this moment and all the glamour it holds. Now it is time to believe that the moment I sense with all my senses is my atmosphere, and on the other sie of the world, the same atmosphere of the present moment exists. It is so, that the present moment, no matter where I stand, exists. And I am, in space, present with every moment. I am everywhere.

Posted 14 August 2011 † fiscalini § Philosophies ‡ Comments (0) °

To the girl on the bus

Little girl. Your baseball cap’s too low. You’re tired bob hair cut shadows your face. Your lips droop unhappy and your body folds upon itself. Little girl. You’re beautiful. Let those lips fill with life, and let your cheeks rise. Take your cap off and see off the sunrise. There isn’t a day where it’s worth being in the shade. What will the rocks do if they hid under themselves. There is no hiding and there is no denying, that you are here. Little girl. Be brave. Be vibrant. Be you.

Posted 14 August 2011 † fiscalini § Letters ‡ Comments (0) °

Taken by the storm

There are so many little things I admire… Like the stool on the wind… and the table on your skin… I just admire.

There are people on the streets… singing melodies I’ve forgotten… The little things that I admire… in a tropical setting.

Can you count the tiny little thoughts… wandering in your thought… shit-ing on your balcony.

The melodies that the people sing… seem to echo through the wind.

The taste of the air is the smell of your pain… and the little things that I admire… seem to be lost in my own imagination.

Can you tell… the small desires… that keep on creeping in the meadows… Can you tell… the small tastings… that you sip out of your morning coffee.

Tell me now… tell me that these thoughts are endless… and how they keep on going to and from a lost land that you seek from where you stand… It’s a miracle… that you know… where you stand.

Tell me now… is it true… is it time to say goodnight to the mourning doves that carry your sorrows into the morning breeze that ends in a twilight…

Is it true… Is it real… Is it what I have been desiring to know… If I could… just have a handful of sand… from the moon… I would be happy to know that you are here… in the core of my half-eaten apple fruit…

Oh what a twirl of delight… that keeps on taking a spin in life… Take me far… from where I stand… I seem to be bored… where I am… Tell me so… that I am not where I believe to be.

Somewhere far… I can see… the smog consuming the sheltering trees… with God’s eyes staring back at me… in the meadows of the dark.

Have you seen… the mighty glow… that carries all those melodies the people sing… what they see on the streets where they stand where they live in harmony.

Love is all we have tonight… the sentiment… that grows in sight… Oh now I tell you so… I’ve gathered much too much to consume.

Here’s the wind… that carries the past… my skin reacts to the sorrows in the wind… My skin tightens from the chills of the past and I must layer another skin… to protect me from my own past.

Nightingales sing tonight in the dusk that the sun delays… The songs so slow to mimic the atmosphere of doom… Nightingales… will you stop… stop your singing that makes me cringe… I need you not… at least today to remind me of the times I used to say… Bless me god… bless me universe… for all the things you have given me… I have risen from the ashes of my past.

As I take a deep breath from the air that stares me down… my lungs expand to only exhale the stares away… Now I know… it is true… that where I stand is where I choose.

Posted 14 August 2011 † fiscalini § Poetry ‡ Comments (0) °