Have you killed in your dreams?
Have you been attacked in your
nightmares?
Have you ever seen Reptilian ETs chew
babies?
Have you ever seen hybrids swim in copper liquid?
Have you ever heard the Dragon Queen
giggle as evil spreads?

They **** people in some
underground bases
Have you ever imagined that you could
turn androgynous?
Have you ever been brainwashed and
programmed to work for the Shadow Men?
Have you ever witnessed messages
being sent to the silicon people?
Have you ever seen how handicapped
people are genetically engineered?
Have you ever read about how diseases are manufactured?

Have you ever seen a home break?
Have the tears of fallen women ever
dripped on you?
Have you ever seen a heart of
unconditional love tear?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are locked in 3D?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are
mind-controlled slaves?
Did you know that poverty is
manipulated?
Did you know that wars are a way to make profit?
Did you know that our lives are
planned and we work for mob and
royal families who own banking
cartels?

Have you ever shared giggles with the
devil?
Have you ever seen how humans are
used for scientific and medical
experiments?
Did you know that advanced life forms feed on the energy of humans?
Have you ever seen witches at peak
hour?
And the cat cries like a baby, and you're
crying out somebody save me
Have you ever been invited to hell and cities of gold?
Tell me, would you be a soldier bold
when all these evil stories are told?

Do you know Evil?

Ink boiling, pure thought toiling
Vibrational frequency high taking us to the place of all knowing
Would shadows and dust leave us pale when we do not trust the rhythms lush?
Best we trust this echo speaking volumes of rough diamonds and crystals
Poet's Society, a kingdom of advanced beings, trusted messengers of Light beings
Spreading the truth to the world beyond what the eye sees

Arousing godesses, yes deities, over eighteen
Caressing the vapour of waterfalls
shaking the tips of mountain peaks
massaging the waves of lakes and leaves -
all in thought.

Poet's Society, a pilgrimage of enlightening
Recepients of complex thought forms from sacred future stations
The poets, stars, prisms and mediums - the tether between the seed of Creation and young races elevating
Evolving, their hunger deep, their sense (dull) of belonging
Voyagers they are taking you to the moon, the sun, stars - galaxies high above  
The Keepers of Ancient Timeless Wisdom
The Monks who are always on song in a world out of tune
Omniscient beings seeing the seed and creed of all being
Searching for the fruits of life in gardens where the darkness has taken over
The time-travellers, the creators, the aid of knowledge seekers
The poets who live in Poet's Society
In Temples of sacred Wisdom
in multiple bodies carrying out missions
The poet's eye is the vision, the picture of television; division
Feel it within intuition for it is a call to the see Light for which many are wishing... And it is poets who are on the mission.

I am the guy outside the window
Wondering what it must be like to touch,
to feel...
I am the guy who appreciates a few seconds of kindness
Wondering what it means to live in a perfect world

I am the guy who finds success in defeat
Digesting just how strong I must be
Often finding failure in victory, if victory means I sell my soul...

The hours are long and there is so much to do in a second
it boils down to a single act
right down to thought and the moments in between
and the way you perceive the world as you stop thinking
without falling asleep
Reason takes sharper frame
there are so many questions and evident half truths
So outside the window you analyze the grey

and see the curves and spirals
and everything physical becomes an illusion
people and things become props
and life becomes a play
soon enough you reach a point of high epiphany
becoming clairvoyant, pictures and sounds transmitted along the web
the web that connects us all
and temples you see, many sailing in boats
Slaves and Masters, Kings and Councils
and Earth becomes a mirror of everything the verses unison

You deviate from prose and read the poem
a song starts to play and your mind begins to sail
thinking at high wavelengths
what is chaos here, is a planned order up there
and you transcend from dimension to dimension
picking up thoughts, incarnating as a walk in on other realms
taking part in Strategy plans of the Universe
you have a chair in the Federation
all races meet talking about their human and hybrid children

You learn that out there is not too different to in here
there are Spaceships and exhibitions
Aerial restaurants
Cosmic *** in a theatrical sense
the end point being the creation of worlds in voids - worlds absent
And you learn that there are Watchers, they are watching us
Learning about us, taking notes and samples
Sometimes they send telepathic messages
Sometimes they video-mix our dreams
Other times they take you travelling
From Egypt to Mars, From Mars to Konder, Konder to Lyra and back
at this point chaos down here, is a planned order up there
perfection becomes ridiculous as you see evil conducted
Mountains and vortex points, tiny dots on the screens of planet-ships

You wake up and you don't feel quite the same
You can sense vibes of having been through wormholes
Time linear starts all over again
you have to constantly remind yourself of where you are
One thing remains: the memory and They, that They are here and They are watching.

I went to the garden of love
I found a juicy fruit
as I indulged it oozed syrups of bliss
as I tried to talk, my words sounded like music from a flute
I looked into her eyes
I saw the tainted mind due to lies
and her body, with romance was written
She remained pure even after being bitten
she left my hands sticky and as I licked the excess
I felt my soul swimming in honey
This was her dew, broad was her view
She knew about erotica but I was something new
I then blew her away with blown kisses
I showered her with comfort and poems and she'd listen
She was very inviting, as I entered her essence would glisten
We would take walks in far distant lands and realise we had been dreaming
Many envied and found this love demeaning
This is the juicy fruit many search for so life can give them meaning.

Why the sparks?
Why do the sparks soon fly?
as time goes on by
Why do the sparks soon fly?
as love passes away

Only yesterday were we entranced in flames
Hot like chemistry, couldn't get off each other
then time ran and we parted
soon forgetting how our love started

Why do the sparks soon fly?
as the magical fluids run dry
You know I and I know you but I know not why

Only a moment ago were we painting beautiful pictures
we made wet art, we were like kids again
we wouldn't stop playing even when the winds...
even when the winds withered weather with wayward waves,
  we were whirling away into a dimension unearthly
and we saw parks in distant times
Islands in the sky and spaceships crossing by
angels of love infecting humans with affection,
music from long bows and seconds weighed in wide bowls
the arrows and spears, how they would signal pain and tears
You and I once were but no more as the sparks disappear.

Father do you see your children?
They are searching for promised Eden
leaders where are our answers?
We lie sleeping in the illusion of justice
We wake and search for our liberties
but our youth is poisoned with ill ideas


The mother cries that she cannot feed her daughter
The provider worries about health as clone animals are slaughtered
We worry about dehydration as chemicals leave our waters doctored
Drugs and guns create a society that is insecure and faltered
Young brothers who have received little education and truth are martyred
Institutions limit us to transparent information about how it all started


The Weeping Eye reveals the hurt and all that leaves us ill
The Weeping Eye divulges elements that disturb our free will
  The Weeping Eye unmasks the men in suits who freedoms steal
The Weeping Eye opens the mind to the wars that leave us imprisoned
The Weeping Eye shakes us as our innocence dies
How this eye frustrates ambition as you find it hard to fly


hard to fly in a world that leaves you mostly to cry
Cry for you have no one by your side to help the pain subside
which side to reside as the colours of flags leave us blind
Nowhere to hide as our homes are surveilled and we're made to bow or they'll have us tied
tied and locked in that place which is of darkness inside


The Weeping Eye will change your mind
When we're left to pick cults and sides
When the big picture is not seen of divide
Divide and keep the hate alive
These tears should uplift your consciousness
these tears drop to ground and form into a mark of sound
a sound which is a voice
     the voice that compels you to make a choice
to be the rhythm of the Light and not of the Darkness noise

The Weeping Eye is a window and a reveltion of you and I. That soul is eternal and freedom bound.

The hands that stretch, the feet that glide. The ability to see, the strength to withhold vision. 

I was stuck in shades of dark and filth. I was burning in the passion of the sun. I heard a truth that spoke life. I heard an angel say dive. I took a chance hoping I would fly. I jumped thinking I would bounce. The fall was humanity and life announced. 

I fell into an ocean of truce. I found creatures bad and good. It was a war, a fight for power. They were corrupt lifelings looking to be kings. They felt like gods eluded by the ring. The ring that controls all things. The orchestrators of lies that ****. **** the freedom of the mind. The orchestrators of a world that enriches so-called kings. Blasphemy is the order of this world. Pain this world brings. A world of treacherous kings but all nothing without the power. 

What was the power? 
A spoken idea 
a woman 
a lump of gold? 

It was the fear! The fear instilled in souls so to inhibit freewill and limit conduct. The power that tarnishes the human soul. The power that bars the mind and hides the truth that one must face. The truth is his identity, the success of his identity is serving his purpose. The realisation of his purpose is dependant upon his surroundings. Surroundings are walls that limit his will and remind him that all he can be is nothing. The fallacy that man is the illusion and the kings are the truth. 

Scaling walls, browsing I saw that they were fighting. Protecting an order. Fighting for a world of lust, confusion and weakness. Where the kings are gods and the weak slaves. 

I spoke once and said that I am the vision and the truth I speak to the weak that need healing. I have body armour but no weapons. I have a reason to fight but no weapons. I have weapons but no army. I have an army but the soldiers have tainted minds, no feet and only one arm. An arm that remains stationary, ***** and held together. It was the fist that represented the power to stand. The fist that represents immortality. I found hope, I found belief in the little weaponry that lay in my hands. The invisible truth I protect is the heart of my soul. Embracing I know I am what is real, Embracing I acknowledge the dangers of reel, Embracing the truth I know that I am the power and the power is me. 

I opened my eyes and saw the world as the waking of the day when the sun rises. I found relief in knowing that I am no longer hiding for this power is for fighting. Fighting for the will, fighting for man to be free. 

I leave the place that was confining, I leave the dust where souls burnt hide in, I scale these walls and glide, I use this power of liberation to display the truth that so many saints have protected. I allow the showers of the night to heal these wounds that leave me infected. I stand in refuge, I am a ghost, I am a soul, I am man, I am the power.

Away from the ways mapped to shackle slaves
outside of the sign through the door
as you search and search you find answers more
in a distinct distant distance as you become indistinct
you soon find that you exist
you soon find that you live outside or beyond matter
...
Constricted by the golden ring
you feel the strength of the serpent
you learn of its trickery and deception
You soon begin to see that you are beyond these things
as leaves fall from trees
flying away into the wonder
searching for shade, finding it under
the azure pompous cloud
...
That you too as the leaves wish to know more about the tree
away from these things,
civilization and doctrine
you find the true Laws of Creation
That you are one in the many of The One
The more you separate yourself from the Universe
you learn just who or what it is that composes the Verse

It is at this time that you will see through the prism
The Prism of One
Serving none but the balance of the sum
Judging none but healing some
Making mundane creation fun
A keyboardist or guitarist who would masterfully strum
Sounding the bells of the temples that have souls come
come to place where music is not ever undone

The selves of one self soon multiply
The spine keeps one supine
we crawl, walk, run and soon learn to fly
defying the laws of aviation leaving scientists unable to concoct a reason why
A life a life of lives, gravitating to higher levels of Consciousness
A student grading earning graduation
Evolution of the mind where thought and heart are intertwined

The prism in itself of itself revealing its face to its selves
The dawning of wisdom and liberty
where all answers will be revealed
and all dark forces healed
where death will be a stepping stone as we teleport
when we soon learn of home
Where we will be learned of how we ruined it all
When the all or many becomes the One,
and the prism sleeps
until creation of a different order is softly sung.

Long ago, when soldiers were soldiers
the world was in balance
an artist, craftsman or engineer earned a living and got paid his dues
It was with wars in Atlantis and Lemuria down to Shumer, Babylon and Rome that regimes changed and thus so too with economies

Soon the world stopped reading and learning
So the aristocrats could profit from this
A lazy and unthinking society meant that they the gods would pay themselves for doing nothing but holding seats and positions

However it was not all dark for there were still Guardians of the Divine Truth
These Guarduians would travel through time, incarnating when the world was facing doom
They were soldiers who had given up their own will for the divination or channeling of the Divine Plan by FATHER
Now they were geared and strong and bold but victories would never come easy in a world where there were still blood oaths, worship of idols and evil indoctrinations
so the principles of these cults would be carried out by a grand master from time to time through the intelligence of crystal skulls
these principles would take precedence over a soul's conscience and Universal Morals
there would be vortices or channels that would have to be created by these soldiers but because of corruption and greed they would not be paid for doing so

it was only after they had left or died that the world realized the worth and value they were adding to the world
The more good deeds were punished rather than rewarded the less God of the Universe Enjilou grew tired and impatient and thus took his Good souls to reside back home in Heaven
it was so bad that even when the evil tyrants would come back from the dead to address their followers of evil, the followers did not listen
the evil 'ethics' were so infested and embedded in their psyche that it was hereditary

So when these soldiers came to reactivate the DNA areas of conscience, compassion, love, peace, happiness and kindness they would be ranked as anarchists or terrorists
this was because memory was lost of human beginnings and our galactic heritage
the Jehova uprising and the Ceasars that followed him under the guise of Lucifer  were controlling planets using obelisks and sonic beams emitting negative frequencies to sustain war, division, classisism, greed and mass ******
this was so they can induce an energy that would sustain them in 3D form, so animals were sacrificed in their name in a hope for spiritual awakening which was in actual fact leading to doom
   the destruction of conscience in each of us meant that the world was filled with zombies automated under the orders of the Unholy martix and its drivers
This war would dtem deeply in the heart of the Universe in Jerusalem
there bases in Syria that were being fought for still
This made the job of these soldiers very difficult but each Guardian would meet from time to time with the Divine Creator for reports and a status update
For as long as the soldiers weren't being paid their dues, and these were huge sums!
It signified the level of spiritual evolution and the progress of the revolution

Becuase of the decay of the planets, temples being destroyed and lies spreading
many soldiers turned against the truth and sold their souls for monetary gain
but this meant that to make money you have to ****, a lot of blood had to be spilled and there was a huge regulation on how you spent your money
basically you were now a slave because the money you had would be spent at the places owned by the aristocrats or gods of old
if you were making an honest living, you were paid very little and life was made tough for you
  So on his last day a gladiator is intructed to reveal the truths of the world and speak on behalf of all soldiers who weren't being paid for the good they were doing:
and his employer in Heaven told him that, "today you return home, the people there will not pay you and even if they do, a good soul will cry for you with 4 pounds and a note, the point is you will not be allowed to enjoy your wealth because it has been hard very hard up to this long to pay you your dues, you win a league they tell about marketing and the old systems of malls in Ur.... You win another marathon they tell you about licenses, you win a trophy after that and they tell about age or christmas, IT SEEMS TO ME THEY ALWAYS HAVE AN EXCUSE TO NOT REWARD YOU BUT ARE QUICK TO PERSECUTE YOU FOR NOT PERFORMING A TASK"...

SO you see this soldier would have to die broke, following the script of many geniuses and cardinals
in refelection it meant that there was a new consciousness which was stealing money, being selfish
   there was urgency for making a quick large buck than an urgency for doing good and awakening souls and improving the planet
  there were very few soldiers who would surrender their own will that they 'can' do something for the greater good (which was allowing the Divine Plan to manifest)
  We Gladiate

She said in a dream:
You act all tough and mighty
You walk as though you are inviolate
You talk as if you do not care
You utter words that pierce through my soul
All the while you do not care.

You do not feel what I feel for you
You hang up as if to quickly call another
But baby I see you
I love you, and your dangerous ways excite me
Your lustful eyes invite me
I see through you
Beyond the player camouflage
Deep within that bitter-solid heart.

I see you, I see beauty
The colours of your soul overwhelm and confuse me
Your strong embrace makes my heart jump for joy
Your embrace eases me to express the scent of my love for you
Fumes of romance-scented perfume blaze searching for the essence of you
Do you not know how much I need you?
Every meal is an illusion for I hunger for your breath
I long for your presence
I thirst for your kiss
The love stage is vacant waiting for dancing lips

Come to me as you are
Come to me truly
Do not leave gaps in magic
Do not let these feelings fall into slumber
For I see beneath the mask you hide under.

All I have are the choices I make
Every wrong take is a mistake
a lesson learned as enthusiasm breaks
A learning that uplifts me to wake

Every sound is an element of muse fused thus music
Every day is a chance to failure refuse
All things  substantial are ideas not to be confused
Every opportunity is an opening waiting to be used

As an individual whole in holistic thinking I rise above politics
As a soul with burning spirit I yearn for divinity's merit
Destiny is mine for chasing, I have to be olympic
Time is passing by, I have to catch the hand before 'o clock blinks

The world is for discovering
The wild and the beautiful for admiring
Success for acquiring and not demanding
I have to crawl doubt away and walk valor in place, run to the hill and fly as truth to self reigns.

Writing poems and songs of the heart
we were confident that love would find a way
but what place to accommodate?
At which place would she stay?

So many words you can say
but words are just words can you feed her stomach?
as a poet you'd fill her soul
but would you be a man to build a home?
She said: talk is cheap, your wallet is airtime,
so many words you speak, but can you put your money where your mouth is or are you weak?

We were poets, crafting words and building worlds
however to the material world it was daydreaming
We had no titles as lovers, neither bf's nor husband's
we created a system of our own
which to the world would be ridiculous
a love note has a posting fee and sending is perilous
We were poets with hat-tricks but scorned as bald men who bewitch.

So much innocence in the beginning and now the deafening chaos with happenings
a poet may swallow his sorrow
but can he eat his words? In a world where money is a god
how soon before he bows...
with no living you're at the bottom of the tower
and conspiracies enlighten you with truths that are sour
wrestled by frustration you'd wish you could teleport to super universes
where being watched by satellites isn't the union's verse

But in the world, the coarse and bitter Earth
how can a poet enliven his words?
Perhaps preach to religion, anoint light sorcery, appoint fair government and breed an awake society.

Reincarnating to further conceal the truth
being a front-runner of the age old galactic duels...
tortured when in honesty you dwell
try to be good and you will swell
Wise and cautious they tell you to go to hell

We were poets, me, myself and I I I I
the crew of I knows it all too well
multiple selves telling stories from different times
the self beyond and the corpse before
before time was time and after time has ended
the scribes golden will live on
I was a poet and I was told I live a lie
We were poets, and we were I.

to love, to hate
to have, to lose
a twist of fate
the chance so blue
and I had you

The shine so bright
and the drama of the night
How we argue and fight
Flaunting each other's might
Talking and trying to be right
it is a ring filled with ***** of flames

I touch and love you
you go the other way looking for another to rub you
perhaps secure you with money and lies
beautiful lies, lilies and sparks
And I am unjust to speak the truth
Cold for being myself
-Unappreciated- I'd rather be by myself

and you're hesitant to give me meaning
and you are reluctant to make me feel worthy
for your ego gets in the way of your judgment
you become political and refuse to give me "power"

unaware that the only power is the bond that we share...
Which has those longing for love stare
and the brave care to dare

So you make me feel helpless
that you are wanted by others and that they are better
that they can have you and I will be left with "I" the letter

If only you knew how your smile threw me
made me feel like love is all there is
and that beauty is,
and not a programmed picture caused by a chemical reaction -
Inspired by soul and mind interaction,
if only we could connect like that
away with adultery, I'd rid that hat
... But you choose others over me
keep me waiting, uncertain and wondering
I am an ice block burning in a hot ***
and the cook has intense energies
he could let me burn to vapour
please save me and no more "call you later"
without you I'd be a lonely ellipsis, only a full stop
But you take me for granted, so leaving you is my best shot.

Six feet and thunder
where I'm under the bolt and the surface
finding refuge in a hollow hole knowing not home
Six feet under yet alive and death of me wonder
how it could miss me?
thereby chance would frisk me
find me worthy and whisk me
away to not-a-north unearthly

Cascading in the bright holographic shadows of the horizon
Learning about this fairytale
Y fair tale or furry tail
Will it ever end? Will I go back to my hole?
Playing chequers with moths
using rocks for marbles, shooting away to pipelines
the rock finding its way to tunnels
I play relay but I'm still here
The rock is gone, it the only thing I can enliven,
the closest I can get to freedom - for now.

It's dark, I'm all alone
weakened, betrayed
ask me I will tell you all about despair
so far away is cheer and merriment...
Winter comes and it will pass
its the coldest time of the year
I cannot wait for Spring so the flowers can grow and give me hope
I'm here in my tomb, begging, crying, pleading:
somebody hear me, somebody set me free
this cannot be all I can be

Would mystery fool one to take a shovel and dig me out? Would it? Can it?

Six feet under, buried by the thunder
carried by the moments of impact
where the world hits and the winds clap
Wondering if I will ever shine again
even suicide would do me no justice,
you could hand me a rope and I couldn't hang myself upside down
and my fellow skeletal inmates wonder why my heart doth frown
Sand we once were, now as dust we linger
Waiting for the next wave
hoping for sunshine, if not then heat waves.

Fray has been and days have gone away
a youth denied his chance to find the glory of the hours
choked to no breath and succumbing to the evil undress
how wicked they are those who attack the innocent because it makes them feel better about themselves


A day denied as talent is under fire but gone the fry so they invite the dark cloud
a sound is denied and letters are hidden
but all the rays of sunshine can find time in the healing forgiving
So in death the young child is made to feel to free his will so love becomes the only deal


Caught in between the chaos of parents squabbling; it is so sad to be growing old only to be one's young recovery
A futuristic history as much mystery is open for uncovering - such clear discovery
A knit tapestry with divine wit and masterful chivalry
But by and by they try prevent this innocent light of truth and purity  from hovering

Visiting the graveyard once more where the corpse still cries where there are places sore from being bitten by the sour jaws of lost hopes and broken doors
Dead at age 6, at 9 losing a wing can an angel fix to solace bring to the fair flings of sages and Elementals sing
King and King, they bout and down each one to the ground he brings
Such a trill thrill when many are killed to subdue evil will
But please live soul to bring home to a family where faith was stolen and mischief chosen where dire indoctrination was woven

Oh child we and I self in him us we weep
part of me slice of a creed,  seed of the strong where many were weak and hearts meek
We I in him self of me us must weep
Talent the gift of the few gists or righteous fists that we keep
Please sing on in the clear skies
wail on in the mists
March in the desert sands and swim in the celestial seas
Free yourself of your own now
old soul dead so young
Whipped and crucified, wounded voice so loud
live again and heal in the numb, to rejoice in juices of the revival folk... In planes where time is none but eternity the sum.

Sometimes I feel broken,
illiterate when no words are spoken
sometimes I feel bitter and cold when my demons start choking
my neck til' I'm half asleep
and a weakening vibe runs knee deep

Sometimes I feel wounded when the hurt is out in the open
sometimes I weep tears of ice,
for they froze before I could show the world that I can cry
sometimes it's easier to frown and harder to smile
sometimes a single step seems like a mile
sometimes time asks me why I'm late and in time I answer; I don't know why
sometimes the pieces of me feel like the whole image of me
sometimes the sand feels like water when the sun shines
This is a view that makes me feel like I can fly
this takes me to a state where I want to die

Sometimes I forget the things noteworthy
Sometimes I remember the things never noticed
am I fool or a genius to notice?
Sometimes the weakness in me is all the strength my soul can feed
sometimes the hope I hold is the only dust I can bleed
in office as always, serving positivity
sometimes it's adversity, other times frivolity
It is a continual duel and I cannot let time wrestle me.

I see you see me through the seams and beams of time and space
Long-Haired tall pale one
I acknowledge your efforts to communicate with me telepathically
Telling me about a world within a world
that on this Earth there is a space
which is a haven for light beings and truth seekers
in this world threaded with beams and bolts
where evil is spread like chewing gum
where man is turned into sheep through dumbing ***

I see you sitting on a cliff
in a world stars and skies away from ours
I heard you say that buildings would fall
I heard you say that beings from under would stand out
I see your hope for the human race
and if the Divine still believes in us we have a place

But this is a fight that must be fought with spirit
Weapons are merely instruments to destroy figments of chaos
the true instruments are in the heavenly basement
where worlds were dreamed
and it started with a band you see
big bang the ****** void opening
polarization with a band member rebelling
and a universal game created
and galaxies were governed
councils were formed and there were uniforms
hybrids created to mediate
across the planes, planets colonized
some beings unevolved and lost destroy, others preach the Law Of One Rise
******* or star dust
an interaction of fusion far beyond our understanding
it was music that began it all
harps and all strings, the rainbow piano
it started with a band and science calls it a bang
but merely a ****** as worlds are created within the creation continuum

and the greatest message from the long haired tall one: "Speak the truth, find your whole, defend the music for for your race it is home".

Did You ever dream you were telekinetic?
Did you ever dream you could juggle the moon?
Did you ever dream you were in Royal India but woke up too soon?
Did you ever dream you were physically in a dream?
Making friends and conquering enemies
Did you ever dream your future self was giving you advice for a bright tomorrow?
Did you ever dream you could gallivant in space?
Did you ever dream you were multiple selves?
Existing in varying realms
Living different lives simultaneously
And when one self loses the other wins
One self a noble another a  king
A king with several queens
A noble who courts well but to have a fairlady can only dream and swell
Did you ever dream a dream within a dream? making love and having soul ballad *******
Have you ever dove into the thick streams of puddles?
Have you ever smoked the steam of vendors' cooking in winter?
Have you ever danced at the seam where world elements meet?
Did you ever? If infinity wasn't it would be nothing, and eternity not then never!
Would you ever try to endeavour?
If there be perfect weather and a present to treasure,
Then you'd have a past of adventures
a future to measure
and a life of never-ending-ever's.

No present, past or future, only the moment
only fusion, no this time is not time only a continuum of here and now
This love glowing and growing
It is real?! No it cannot be confusion
This bliss that makes me hiss cannot be an illusion
For too long my feelings have been hidden, secluded
It's time I let you know, it's time I let the feeling go
Enchant me and sweep me away
Grab me and let us sway
Hello serenity and erotica, bye-bye pain
Lost in a world we do not know
Not minding how far we'll go
Touching each other's parts
Stimulating each other's heart
Tell me that you are here in the present-the future-the past... Tell me we will never part.

I shut my eyes and let my soul rise
I feel the waves of the sea, I can feel us glide
There is no captain in this love boat
Only the motion of the ocean making us float
Lost in it, however deep we may go.

Pick, prill roll at the sound of zest and
awe... Sheets and tinkling - clinging
things as bells and stars

Rogue and vast as things razzmatazz
Almost flaccid like in between *****'s
sheath

Wrapped in a web of cosmic dreams

Delving on delirium and dimensions

undevilish on translucent streams

Finding the void coined hollow and incomplete

****** and pure as elvish leaf

The gates and doorways to a kingdom
of infinity and divinity

Cast shadows hover over covert cloudy
linings Protecting this pilgrimage of hope

a place where truth lives Showers of abundant waters roar and
caves embrace to rhythm adore

Hymn peculiar to simple notes

A surreal anecdote
plastered in an outlet of breathing walls And beyond the darkness you find the
essence of humanity

There past the dry and empty do you
find a hoard

Which houses instruments that play the
gospel of life divine Blessed by the meandering strings of
air, you glare into space and see faces

You look up and it is almost unreal as
you see fantastical places
You march and gallop

Drop and drop as you are drenched
and your body breathes

A sudden cold shakes me and I realise I
have been in the heaven of my dreams.

By chance comes this luscious bliss, has sadness finally hit the twist? Are you mine for the while? Am I a fool passing by?...
You believe in love and magic, you fear the reality tragic, You are open to things new, catch you a drifter where winds blew, you sing me a song brand new... You are a shining daisy, only hoping to be treated like a lady... By chance comes this bliss, has sadness finally hit the twist?
Are you mine for the while?
Am I a fool passing by? Do you believe in the glaring heavens? Do you know of blazing trees? With you I wish to share memories, Here is our song sing it to me.

I
hold a thought and lose it like I have Alzheimer's
I see as different I like I have Parkinson's

Broken and sent to the trenches in and out of the face of it
Been made to ride kinds that were unkind to me
Seen friendly enemies and changing friends as if treatment has analogies

In the function of this gumption
I am found stumbling in a swing that relays me to all I can be and all I
really am
Showing me all things that are and abilities for all that I can


Been relying on society and its complex definitions ofwhat it takes to
be a man
Poetry shows an epicenter of the balance between male and female
Having nostalgic thoughts of a former fossil me that still remains
Swerving in the beat of my heart dispelling emotions that are hard to
contain
Stripped in wires for like of espionage, wrapped in coinstrains all I
can rely on is my restraint

Taken trips to Heart-so-raw and the cats scratch and wound like
Jaguar-Paw
Had a love once before and that was before the timeless heartbreaks
where I ended up shutting doors
... And the exes have hexed, coaxed the perplex complex of the poular
axe illium crest of thoughts mislead-ium chest __ Oh how raw, Earth's
crust of fix-fuss no less than confuse thus us so we don't trust, we are
waiting for our rests on the Cosmic tree tugs if not space lugs.

They say that the first cut is the deepest
The other shots that follow are the cheapest
How will you know where to go when those who know keep secrets
I do not fear demons that go about randomly
I am frightened of the demons that hide in innocence and act as friend of me.

The poetry is in expression
How a smile can be a frown perfectly stretched and kindly curved
How those lies in eyes hide and appear as love in disguise
How ecstasy can be easily confused as joy, pure gaiety
Yes when frivolty is accounted for as a meal served free
How the enemy
can be so near - within thee
Not knowing what the mirror keeps showing for the illusion keeps flowing
Blinding a mind held confined in streets of the system
Dancing to the beat, the rhythm
Which is a euphon to the masters, an orchestra to the masses
It is a show and performers do not know that they are masked in fake skin tone
A world not their own, mind dictated by the men who boats and gold stole.

Where do I go with this *** of gold?
This *** of gold a soul of my own
What do I see when the vision seems blurry?
I am sedated by the infective syrups of delusion and secrecy
Held between scriptures hereditary
Morality and reality both in a fray necessary
The gospel I search for is one of truth
The wisdom I seek is of a world brand new
I am fighting for the mind the vicissitudes of life took
And I throw blows and pass death - I am off the hook.

In retrospect I'd inspect elements that led me to neglect
and I'd tell you you're the best and I'm not perfect
memories I collect of brief moments in secret
Never for the fore, am I cheap or is it my stature you abhor?
I was second in the first place, it left me sore
Sour I grew but I always needed more...

More of you, more of your presence
Searching for myself in you, unfurning your essence
How I enjoyed taking whiffs at your scent
How rich I felt with a few cents
Just near you and your calm excellence
Just to talk to you and say nothing at all
Just that it is you I adore

But I fail to succeed to make you mine
My wits were shy, I should've known it would always be that other guy
I kiss your absence and embrace the thoughts of you... I die. It kills me that even as time flies you cannot rhyme with I
...in this; when I say "I" you should sigh and say: "I am You"
But The demands I cannot provide and so I dive into the sea of opportunity
I calculate the odds of love, I go as an integer hoping for duality
And I find that everybody belongs to everybody but me .. I die.

And live again.

Sharpened blade
colourful bouquet
Do love heroes come on this day?
Picture, what a moving picture on display
So loose the hoop
Thought I caught you but the misses loop
I may appear as though to not be trusted
That you cannot risk being with me
afraid that my madness might swallow thee
and for all the times I wasn't with you
All the times I didn't call you
When I wasn't there to hold you
To be your guy but rather appeared as passerby
I hope you will embrace the butterflies that did fly
Should I be and will I remain?
This thought hovering over your mind
In truth I was **** and would always be the same
So you go to that other guy for comfort and security
But you miss the danger and serendipity that you shared with me
And now I am here with love notes in my hands
You are with him closely in his arms
And for the times I wasn't there
For the times I never seemed to care
And when you thought I didn't take you seriously
You should know that you were dear to me
I would only like to know,
for all the inadequacy:
Did I make you smile?
Did you feel alive for a while?
Did I dazzle you?

My mission was to make love, I have succeeded if you did love.

Sigh*
What good am I to have one
How terrible am I to have none
Rusting in loneliness
Here waiting on chance
Love is a war I lose
The feelings as spoils are mine for keeps
It is the truth I choose to seek
A sucker for romance
A victim of circumstance
Climbing the walls of cognizance
I search for the horizon of justice
I dwell on the imaginary perfect world
A world fair for both our hearts
Mine and hers
A world of bliss and wonder
I remain in my youth and idle
I am a rebel to the powers
Supporting the beauty beyond
I find comfort in the unearthly breeze
The fair winds give me overwhelming chills
I die and live again
I am a soul in its rightful place
A free world where passion and truth dictate
A world that hosts the ruins of the earth
I am a victor
I find true love and feel no doubt
I float on the waters and land on an island of magic
What was once tragic is now comedic
The joke is the key to the streams
The streams beyond that connect the constellations
It is some breathtaking journey
A conscience's Conversation
I find my rhythm and find peace in the wilderness.

The Devil Said:

Hey Dave your eyes are burning
Done seen hell haven't you?!...
The hate and pain filled your heart
I have oysters to roast, give me that coal of a heart you have there
I have had you, took you for a ride
"I am the devil"
World ain't so perfect is it?!
This is all the work I've done
I curse pure hearts, I darken souls
I feed on the negative energy I emit
I know no light, no positive
Keep away, keep it away from Satan
I deceive with lies and a smile
I claim to be all I am not
I get paid while you rot
I am nought.

I know no love
I know no happiness
I breathe fire and inhale hate
I dance to ecstacy and chaos
I am the illusion but I will have you believe you are
I take because I am great
So many worship me and some don't know it
Five millennia on Earth, all mine
Renaissance tried to shut me up but I talked back
I give texts to the world and have them practise rituals
I evascerate the wide and spherical conscience
I instill the narrow
I am the darkness I serve
I am the devil and if love lives in me I love that I am as evil as can be.

Caught in the middle
the centre septre stream
... genesis;  a moment the tendency for an object to twist, aligning in congruence with memory cells or a harbour memory cell hub a channel is created.  

So thought - forms can relive themselves time after time
I read an anthropological script one time and it suggested that we are souls if not stars or orbs of lights stuck in a single episode of a drama that is cosmic
So God, His Wife and their Son/s are reliving themselves through time and space ever expanding to find order
In retrospect that would explain why Showbiz is so big
For the First Fruits long for their story to be portrayed so to find justice, freedom and order
So then here I am, having incarnated for the enth time

In this world they rarely raise souls
a boy is raised to be a man
a man to serve the Man or to pay for the debts of the other man
normally to replace his Father or right the wrongs of his forefather
so there you have it, a script is ready for you to act out and your opinion is yet to matter as a soul


And Gaia suffering from the pains of the past and she grew cold, evil and bitter; worse than her perpetrators
then the middle you see Thor and his dysfunction and thence comes Lucifer and he contends with his father and seeks to oppress mother to take over the galaxies
hmmm and Him Thor in the thin of the divide
in the brink of chaos
assigned to create order

Earth then, working and cleaning out the emotional scars and mistakes of past - lives
incarnating again and again until we raise our consciousness to Higher Dimemsions
So we look to heroes you see to motivate our vision
You  contend as a gladiator and the Powers will reward you as far as your success makes them comfortable and no further
It is a danger to stand up to the gods and confess that you serve God
So maybe a nobel prize you get when you're older and you've sold so much of yourself in the process
Your victory over problems and exhibitions or sporty knockouts intimidate those who are assumed to be the limit
so this makes them insecure
these problems started before our parents and grandparents Im sure
Lands we fight and commodities we strive for only to have a say about the Word
the word that flowed through sound as it fused with light
So who with clear audibility to decipher the root code?
Her earrings Pandora we'd search for
His Heart Artola we'd contest for
Her beauty Hirana we'd aspire to behold as we become grand

The glitch in her consciousness or the filling of the void creates a monster that is a vacuum for the hollow negative consuming dark light changing names Alycza to Cleopatra but what happened to her best mantra Callia
And we live in the play
affected if not convicted of her hurt
so we long to heal


And the union again takes us to the  unnoticed spaces of creation
half the time we feel marooned
yes it is the fusion completing HAROON So we understand time better and reach RAJUN
A place of the utter Integration
Love
Happiness
Divinity
Peace
Eternity

So many roles in the middle I tell you there are many things with which you wouldn't want to fiddle
Excuse the so's; this is not a riddle
a puzzle we'd fit so pieces we do not belittle to conjoin the twigs and winds to find a fig we'd rig to our humane config.

And disease release, pains appease so we please the free and each soul turns on their stellar switch
After war, soldiers we have died so many times
I have tried to resign too many times only to be assigned
Exits I've tried as I was entirely tired
but soon darkness was fired and the good hired so our psyche was wired and the psychics reeling their powers
a new kind of life
life never. feeling sorry for a person
why do we feel sorry for ourselves
seen my father's tears so many times no more emotional games could be played
boom; the wake "I don't want to be in the muck and mire of evil anymore but a process of admission and confession awaits before I can experience cathartic filth induction"
So guilt free the freedom-seekers.so they can forgive and be forgiven
for do we know for sure how much time we've been given
many exist, those standing virtuous long have they been living
Can we live to seize the moment of deep sleep in a state lucid free from the matrix
and please not enriching the chemist; this can be done without psychedelics
Uniforms bossing hasn't this been the battle of shem to drug tossing so we can be one like tether Higher - dimension flossing
getting nearer to the Divine Source, how is meditation and prayer for glossing?
So costumes - they give us flesh, this animal and that to Adam a bone to string to sand, beat and wing
a flying structure human being
or humans being
what a fashion show for genetic engineers
And stars we remember
once we escape the material and return to the ether

the middle; you experience the in-between
the good and the bad
peace and war
love and lust
lies and truth
virtue and vice
greed and generosity
satiation and addiction
theft and earning
possession and sharing
Burning and cooling
destruction and creation
I am tired before my time.

It is late in the night,
you gravitate to this place without a fright
you become my midnight lover
are you a being of light, elemental, witch or vampire?

As you come, a thin whirl curls and hugs the air
your essence whispers to my soul and I know you're here
We go to galaxies and beyond
I remember the time we got mischievous and watched a Big Bang
Such a moving and disturbing sight, a blockbuster vision...
Would it be a block at all if it wasn't a molecule stored... Deep within the prism of the mirror of creation
glistening and transforming taking different forms as it becomes matter.

After the cosmology comes the fusion:
Your waves hooked on love strike my mind energy field like a lightning bolt
The smoke clears and we're in a new world again
We make love and do it justice
Stimulating Beings in Varying Dimensions
Soon after, with the vision comes conception of new worlds;
our paradise
We spend eternities gracing the beauty of light
Moving through past, present and future

Forever is ours... But for the hour, linear is my time, oh so sour
the night has to end
and soon the sun will rise again
and then you will disappear, and I will be lonely for crystal won't be my tears
I will remember you even if you were a dream, However it may seem. Oh Midnight Lover.

The body of this passage is a template of wisdom
her hair is an incessant effort to find a romantic catharsis

But when you choose the world over the world we both create
you betray the love that can grow just to fornicate
When you tell me to wait, just so some other guy won't be late
And the draining energy left by him voicing that he just ate
I am left alone standing in the rain

When you're with some fool, I feel like such a tool
Am I an amateur you have to use or a genius who is confused?
Ruled by the rules of a crook I'd know the lies at the first hook
The dim of the spectrum left a beam of a shining lesson
and it's that in the circuis of your circle I am lest frisson
and I am standing alone in the rain

Telling tales of a folk of fate to abate this hate
I am ridiculed as a fake dummy who cannot date
with a love real but little surrender and appeal, how can we relate?
Lying in the absence of your passion I read signs of your star
You carry me to your home and you're not too far
however the distance may stretch the tether of tar
but still in doubt, I am left standing alone in the rain

Like a lunatic who can't get enough of pain, I take your heart in my sane
Travelling to the neverendings of worlds for ever-new beginnings
The material world leaves gaps of financial trimmings
Getting tired of this infidelity and lies, I spit quit like a gimmick
love ever washing to no limit, I hope you see that you have been loved and hence the vision
... And still I am undone standing in the rain all alone
my umbrella went away.

Universal Director: What is that you want?

Me: A life I can die enjoying knowing that I've lived in my existence

Universal Director: How does one achieve their dreams if they keep sleeping in the day and living their dreams in the night?

Me: I try to stay conscious of all that I have dreamt while my body slept so I can carry it through the day. But I am unsure of what is real and what is fantasy.

Universal Director: Life is but a dream, a dream you have to seize while the tick of time does sneeze. For with every breath you take it is an awakening moment

Me: So I have to grab the pendulum of chance and hope its o'clock for my time so I can be the poem of my life?

Universal Director: You have to keep an open mind and a vehement heart, that is when you catch the train of manifestation thoughts.

Me: So I have been loafing, thinking that the more pressure I put on myself just dreaming so I can attract my dreams into reality... Has all been a fallacious fantasy?

Universal Director: Understand that you have the hands to hand the future into your grasp if only you keep fists where you fight, leap where you might then in rumination at the palms of your rest station you will gain foresight. No longer hiding behind the hiding of hindsight. Only then will you be riding the steeds of success, to be quite forthright.

Me: In retrospection I make an inspection that I have neglected an election of eloquent selection to move forward in my perfection. Only an illusion in its protrusion would cause confusion to a longing soul trying to avoid societal pollution. So grabbing the moment at its most potent is the remedy for excellence?

Universal Director: You are quite right with a left mind of calculation. I can only admonish you to polish the parts that are left unattended so unnecessary mistakes do not have to be mended.

Me: Such evils have signs portended, I can rely on my wisdom to avoid my woes being extended. I should apologise to all those I have offended lest I be unfairly contended. Should I achieve my dreams will then I be most contented.

Universal Director: You are ambitious, your ideas are nascent but your soul is ancient. There are many obstacles so you have to be patient. One cannot be without knowing the self, the self cannot come into being without knowledge of the universe from whence it came and within which it resides. Just like an address cannot exist without a house stand and street name, and to which town or city would it claim its fame? So ride on in the ethereal and art thoughts surreal to actualize deeds every soul can feel.

Me: I do so agree with what you decree, how can I argue with thee? I have vision but you open my third eye so I can see. And you sharpen my cognition so I can conceive. Light and sensors from the ligaments of the Universe should I receive. I have been unkind to think I am a god in a world of giants who rule the world by being thieves. Wisdom begins in the heart and is discerned by the mind to be sustained by deeds that the future self is oft proud of.

Universal Director: Hah! Now only do you see that the heart has vision in a dark body that receives its fuel as blood. Let that be ink then to write you into existence so your immune system can fight off pestilence. From this scripture of live-and-defend ascend into tattooed immortality in the stones of time and be a rhyme like a spell of magic. Live on to be the truth of your entirety and cry out for eternity in your mortality.

Me: Like an art-er I should martyr my purpose to my very being. Quite a deal but better than to have  my soul loose for any to steal.

Universal Director: To you the truth I bring. Fly with wings for your weight lives not in your ego but in the mass that keeps you grounded. So fly at the speed of thought and hover over beautiful things to cover them with your wings so the covert can be overt and the dumb will think, the blind will blink, the deaf will listen and the mute blow the whistle. The Universe is ready for you

Me: I am humbled, my apathy has turned into symphony. All the melancholy have been composed into symphony. All my  maladies have played themselves out to be melodies. A picture now do I see of what movie life can be... If we find the right seat, a perfect view does yield. If we can learn to write the suitable script, better fates can we wield. And our friends can help us in production as crew, casting our multiple selves. If we're lucky we get a blockbuster and knock on the doors of life once more.

Universal Director:
If you should find the secret window of the preview, afterlife is yours to receive as due.

mourning in our mornings of the sickness of lack of love which has dawned upon us
So dark a world, the angels would frown busking at the thorns of dusk to awaken us
How women loved when they vowed to die for love
how much more when they lived to love and lived by way of loving


oh but material, this fake monster that dares go to war with the ethereal
succumbing norms embrace the watmth of the hug of the surreal
and it keeps on knocking and knocking but the ears of the people were shut and soon they would forget what it felt like to love
and man or wounders of earth would rip the purity once more overwhelmed by the magnitude and magnificence of woman
helpless and bewildered, man he turns to violence to fight for his own right

but in these bouts all these fights; they leave scars so deep that they become  orifices
and the essence of woman is darkened to sin and repels all things good
becoming a vacuum that ***** out the purity and well intentions of kind men
birthing underdeveloped zygotes that populate the thinking in society
these halflings tattooed with stereotypes and false beliefs impinging a doctrine that overthrows the goodness of the male gender


so all she will know women are the evil deeds of men and the good becomes illusive
somebody rigged this program , new versions and updates are slow to process
so the image woman has of herself is low
an image of weakness, inferiority and inadequacy
the few men who do come to love, barely make it beyond the firewall of servitude of self-righteous gods and and immortal godesses but what does this have to do with love?


How is it building up the image of the possibility of good men and the freeing of violent and dysfunctional men?
How do these systems and rituals build and culminate once more the image of divine woman?
where man was and is and shall be maleandfemale integrated


There are many religions and sacred beliefs but if God or Divine Source does indeed exist then we as descendants of It/He/She/Them; should have their encoding in our DNA and that is the scribe within our conscience
our hearts
our sincere feelings
our authentic being
our celestial roots

when women loved; men went to space during *******
men built houses as fit as temples
love and marriage were separate entities
children never left home
self was fulfilled because of the freed feminine energy of creativity and spirituality within each of us
before patriarchal systems and woman-oppressing religions
when women loved men forgot about war because to their women they were equal and complete


so now relationships fake and dysfunctional
angry men and vindictive women
children at the helm of injustice
some spend time in the garden to restore
some are in the park not to look for a parking for they have found their place on the bench
they warm the bench not to get fired up before getting onto the field but to keep warm from the coldness all around:
the lack of love and sincerity or refining tranquility

Many have forgotten how to feel for many things are manufactured like products
and people engineered like parts sold off into the market
each business protecting its culture and creed no matter who bleeds
what would Mother nature say if woman still loved?

probably cry that love is being aborted and darkness recycled so material continues to industrialize.

When women loved
love was the only deal and righteous will

When you become a father this is what happens in maths; she multiplies your *****, differentiates the situation, substitutes your friends, makes herself the subject of the formulae, simplifies your finance and factorizes your priorities.

The burning wick picks the bright pink flowery foliage
And I know that our love has lived and ended
The breaths I exhale whisper a cold relief
And how I would return to my loneliness wraps me in disbelief

Of what the moments were, memories remain
All of the colour and the horrifying pain
Right to the flavour of emotional highs that left a stain
A romantic ballad which is fit to be a fairy’s fairy-tale fame

How twisted the events have been
but there is no winner in this game
Only players and the order is sung by the horn-blower
As the world that matters would have it --- poetic deposits make returns slower
The keeper of a love is the money-spender and whistle-blower

And we soldiers of love return to the
only thing we know to be real, our refuge of solitude…
I played, I played a tune,
it was melodious but the flower prohibited to bloom kept the rhythm blue…
I will remember you, so long lover and letting go is letting go

Goodbye will do us no good as we go on by
May you be true to your heart and overcome your fears
May you find solace in a loving friend for all your tears
It has been an education loving you but Letting go is letting go, so on I go.

Njunju boo I adore you I do
Was it all written that you'd have me smitten
The ugly beautiful shows me the lies and deciet
The beautiful ugly shows me naked pictures of your body covered in sheets
How can my hands touch the hologram of you?
Is your heart a see-through?
Can I walk in and fill the room?
Shower you with warm aura and clean off lust odour
Busk in the moment of being in the ocean of love
Swim in the constellations, we'll be the stars
Our souls singing, music coming from our hearts
Journey into the far away, never see the end of day
Make love in eternal sunset
And sleep well in the colours of romance
Carried by the muse that keeps us in tune
I, me and you.

The body for fool's folly or the emotions embodied

what love is it when she breaks your spirit?
how can it be hate if she uplifts your vision and clears your intuition
what love is it when she sleeps with your friends?
how can it be infatuation if she wants to be a lover and a friend?

The gift of the presence or the present material fiscal absence

what love is it when she spends more time counting her wish list rather than counting on both of your dreams to come true?
how can it not be love when hours spent with you frees her from her insecurity bars and stares in your eyes sees nothing but stars
What love is it when all she sees herself as is an accessory and a money vacuum?
how can it not be love when all she births is a carefree environment for creativity and harmony?
can she tolerate broke spells or is she constantly thinking bells?

Altar for the ascent of stars or the attire for escape from insecurity and dive into unreal fallacy

Does she live what she says she does before she says 'I do'?
Is it the beginning of a voyage for two souls on a cosmic multi vibrationional eacapade fusing as one to experience the Divine Creator?
Does she swear to take a bullet for you or will she be the first to stab your heart from the back?
Are these two souls ready for love in a metaphorical and astrological sense?
Before the slippery wonder of incense, candles, chocolate and wine
all memories for nostalgic rewind
Is it just the wedding and not the marriage, the thorns of the rose after the dessert flower?

beyond these worldly doctrines may doctors and scientists iron
Dig and seep through to find the wisdom iron
the true meaning of love beyond what the gods of culture and age-old beliefs have wired
so we don't worry and struggle to find our spiritual ties that keep us aware and alive time and time again.

It is a duty I serve
to control my self
and conceal my character,
to muster the wisdom and
be a master of my own world...
To gather knowledge of experience (hindsight)
and the intuitive knowledge (foresight)
- amass the synergy of it all
which is the memory I embrace (insight).

So I become wise
and don't think twice
about choices that may lead to my demise;
compelling me to revise
efforts that revolve around the negating dice.
And I'll fight
lest I pay the price
of not respecting my living right!

I remember *** like a past life time
I remember love like a fresh knife wound
I have sensations in these pages
Scribes of feelings and dumb poetry

Loneliness is a privilege
Here I get to feel terrible and awesome at the same time
Listen to the passing moments of continuum
Reminisce about the times of delirium

Sinking deep into the uncaring
the wan zombie-state
are corpses wrong to often blink?
I go to the bar where dead men drink

here the waiters (waiting to pass on) influence the living
manipulating their lives
confusing their consciousness
I thought there were no psychos in heaven
but I stepped into a brothel of dead men

The wicked sell *** for reincarnation
The non-malicious offer *** to those willing to gravitate in altered heights of vibration
.... I could be just numb, listening to the lowly succubi whispering dark tales
I see no fairies, it cannot be a fairy tale, this could just be a personal astral conversation.

"Born in a brothel, raised in a tavern, rode in a coffin, died in the streets" - Warkos Diméaus (Nhlanhla Moment)

Tellaby Tellaby neater than me
Tellaby telling me her guy I cannot be
She is a girl that all desire
She kindles the day like fire

Tellaby Tellaby she be a queen
Telling me I am not fit and ill-willed
I sought to hold her like the air circles in the wind
I need her like wool and sheep are twins

Tellaby, Tellaby I wish guys could see
This unsurmountable beauty that she shows me
Tellaby tells me I can only wish,
To have her as mine is like sands that have fish.
Not a thing but a telling wish
Tellaby, she has a heart so rich.

I see it in your eyes
The twinkle in my heart shines through them
I feel it in your soul
It is I you long to hold
If only chills could speak
You would know that your warmth makes me weak
In the very tone of every word
Every word you utter has weight
The syllables stretch as if you speak in melisma
The way you move
The way you blush and move about
Shy and psyched by the eccentric emotion running through you
You smile and make me a guy
How, how could I make a woman the apple of my eye
The apple of my eye shine so bright that it gives birth to a young tender tree
You hiss waves of bliss as the love chokes you and you can only be saved by a kiss
I hesitate and reminisce
Thinking about the days I did not give into your rules
Sharpened by the blades of poetry, I levitate thinking you will follow me
You stand and wonder how I could be such a fool
To let a lovely doll fall into the arms of a ******
The winds of time breathe rain
We both wait again, to see the day
The day our scattered seeds of love blossom into a flower
I will have you and our bright and blooming flower
And together at the tree we will be, no matter the feat, no matter the hour.

Your glistening eyes surprised by
fear's demise... You're ready to engage
your body, I must lay you and enter but
not yet... First I make you wet, kissing
you from lip to belly. Your ******* get
hard and your heart starts beating heavy.

You are getting hot, I am stroking you
around your ilium crest, the juices start
gushing and alive is the zest, I pin my
finger on your venus. Move it in and
out, in and out. You breathe tenderly,
musical rhythms... And finally I enter and our bodies are one dither.

Father, Mother, Brother
how can you watch me burn and do nothing
why do I have to be something when you'll just sit there and do nothing
Could you wait just two years or 25 months
before I form and become a someone
even though I'll have to wait another 16 years for you to sell me into hell

Oh guitars, strings, beautiful women, burnt wings
Palpilated lungs, gross strings
5000 thousand punches for Memory
here you are, take your  guitar back
Without you Memory I am just a Moment and no one remembers me
Fly Memory, be the star of the show
Some things you cannot erase unfortunately
especially if past the times of threes

So a new chapter has to unfold naturally
Soon we go into old age and the occult evils **** our inner child
But Mother at 16; this feels like 1976
You couldn't wait until you were 18
And now a programmed memory has to take your punches just to have the momentous opportunity to be young again
So scarred and ***** - loose you regret the decision that you took

so from an artist here is then live tragic drama, we die because you fail to brace yourselves and lose the war against lust and its evil friends
why am I born Memory  to be abused and take the fall of the irresponsibility of others?
Whose Life is it anyway?
Why am I born to wipe the buttocks of other men and on retirement have them wondering where I have gone
Is it not their own filth anyway?
Are they so crippled that they cannot clean up after themselves?
To the crippled I aplogize that some mock you

It is out of the disrespect of Divinity
Out of the disrespect of Life
A spit on humanity
A shame to soul for those who do these evils have sold their souls
Much to the unfair despair of innocent children
I will tell you this from a child just born or 3 months old: "Why do they bring me into an evil world when they have not even bothered fighting and wrestling against these evils. for every child born how many souls are saved or the world changed?"

Poor child many of the poeple here don't live to fight evil.
They live to sustain it
They hold up its pillars and cast black magic like a futuristic video game
They cannot care sincerely and deeply enough for the scarred, the martyrs, those who die for their Nation
They serve self and ego and an age old reptile livelihood of feeding on negative energy
Without murders, evil rituals and sacrifices: they starve to death
You and I both on Deathrow, I don't know why you'd even bother coming here
What's sad is that the truth seekers and soldiers of Light have done all they had to do
it's a matter of the children of all nations to choose Heaven over Hell
But heaven does not beg for occupants
the Light is
not maybe, not predicted
Just is. like Justice
If that's anything, I have earned my Freedom
It's up to every soul to search within itself the voice and will to stand against the shoulders of evil
Memory I have taken all these punches for you and fought for you, time to get off the wheelchair and stand on your own
Memory take your guitar of burdens now, I have proved my point as a passing Moment.
Happiness was on my side but really symbols of Luck got me this far and my dead grandmother knew it before me.
.

In a moment potent
I learn that death is where the joke went
I learn to fly where the birds ascend
I go to the place from where the truth is sent

There is an air of magic
A garden of flowers radiant
There is colour and merriment
The free float and spin at will
The children listen and have no whims
Harmony holds it all together
Love flows and condenses raining a high of consciousness
The people glow and the song is truth

For a moment I am a master
I find the salts of clash and flash
I am inspired and create a world
So peaceful, so beautiful
Wherever I may go
I have pictures in my heart that have been sown
Sown together as a string of memories
They hang on my humble atmospheric abode
In cognizance I stand clear and take a bright glance
A world so solid I see
A world far away as can be
A world overwhelmed by an ocean
It brings tears to my eyes
It is Earth I see that inspires this emotion

So near I was to finding God and yet so far
I keep reading scribes to stay on par
I know that I saw a world beyond the stars
I must have been in heaven, it cannot be an imaginary faux pas...
And all the while I was looking through the window in my heart.

the riddle of its ties
lies in the reels of her thighs
an event of demonic rise
temptation of an occult order a device
all the truth hides behind her eyes
her eyes bleed black lies
the brightness of clarity divulges spies
and knowing the game you'll know why
why they want to shackle the man who tells no lies

Forgive me if I’m being recalcitrant
I truly feel lucky to have the chance
To know who you are before what’s between
your pants
My ****** longing for you has me in a naked
dancing trance

You may not know but I feel lucky I caught your glance
And now we’re at the precipice of romance
Close your eyes and open your heart
You’re a ****** to me so I’m throwing darts
I have no diamonds but I’ll take you to the stars
… and we’re kissing and hissing, no touch will be missing, listen to this fiction of fusion conviction, trust intuition and let flow the rhythms as we’re on ****** mission…

And I pull down your bright underwear
Keen on the response I stroke you unawares
You surrender and I lay you there
You’re recumbent and I unleash my monster of erotica and his appetite is severe
How I lament those who never got you to relent
They are absent, I am here present
Ready for this love ascent

As I smooch you all over your body, you stroke me with your fervor
Before I enter, I put on the plastic leather
And I penetrate your foam of juicy vaginal dribble
I enter the gates of grind and fiddle
Slowly I propel my vein of love ‘til it nibbles
I am in the hoard of secrets and with this key I solve a few riddles

Love is in the air as we cohere
The pulp of this sensuous fruit has my sensitivity in jeers
Moans and groans are bellows of this coalescence foam
Like an adolescent teen, watch as I roam
Curling toes and dancing hair
Mellifluous singing and celebratory tears

Wave after wave until the showers save
Spurts rushing out, we have reached the crescendo
Spelling magically the body’s diminuendo
Vibrational frequency on a positive high
Ethereal electric sparks slowly fly
Lost in each other’s eyes, in a moment we live and die

In the silence then, the blows echo
and while you’re still shivering, I lick the *** off you
I **** out the residue in your *******
We lay lazy and squeeze the tension out of each other
--Excuse me if I have been an excessive ****** bother
But this is the first time since I became a celibate spiritual brother.

Searching for something I do not know
Dancing to music yet to be composed
Where are the heroes? To send me home
Show me the way to be all I may

What is that whatness in the whatons waiting to be whated?
Can't brace myself for the coming
To know what my evolving self is becoming
Should I fear or should I die?
Do I lie still or stand brave and look into its eyes?

Whatness in thee the of that where whence wet then hiding cat does gaze
Few are the lights in the dark
Do I trust the bright eyes of stray cats
or the lighters lit by a crowd of hobos?

What is this thing constricting me in this invisible ring?
Perhaps the future knocking and my eyes popping
I hope it will be my prime where I'll be rocking
rocking, frolicking, bonking, djs jocking, fingers and tongues locking
in thee the of whatons where whence I find the what of my whatness.

I tried to say Hi on Hellopoetry
so fellow poets could flow with me
But Hi was too short for greeting relevance
So I hope a read makes for meeting's succulence
and subjugates ignorance's absence
At the end of this sentence I pay my sentence.
:Hello Poetry, Hello Poets