The process.
The manner in which we
Progress,
Through life the quest
A promise,
To be honest
And do the best
You can accomplish
Impressive feats
Of expressive speech
On this
Obi-won-ness
Concious Jedi
Like Aes sedai
I mean Ashamam
In context of another world
Often
While sleeping in
A coffin
Just launching
Advancing in expanses
Dancing
And bonding with the land
In her assistance
In Solving
Resistance
To being involved with
All that there is going on
On this opulent or that we
Belong.
It dawn
As we turn to greet the sun
And the one
In everyone
Becuase
One plus one is how it's done.
Wait
There was that one...
Gate left
To unlock a state of bliss
And restful wakefulness
Awash
In sloshing
Glossalalia
Sriwankattikunasreewinaiplutoia
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Now, you see,
It's about how you treat,
Yourself
And what you feed,
To your mind body as being.
It's freeing when you realize,
The impact
Of what you are eating,
Infact
It even effects your thinking,
Feelings and actions.
So step back and
Re-asses
Re-evaluate
Re-construct
The type of chow you ate,
And
The way you eat through the day,
One meal at a time.
Seek the way,
The peak
Of focus and power
To teach
Others to encounter
Balance,
Hour to hour
Minute to minute
Be in it to win it
And limit
The shwag,
Becuase it will drag
You down in vats
Of brown
feces.
It's time to be the smart species we are,
And start to realease these
Greasy habits,
And find the heart
And peace of mind
In this peice of mine.
Now you see.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Dig,
Into what makes you tick,
Sift,
Through the dirt to find that gift,
If,
You don't do this,
You won't know it exists.
Hidden treasure under the surface,
Waiting for you to search with,
Tools and clever tricks,
Like leverage,
Whever its,
Nessesary.
To reach that lesson ,
Buried underneath,
Under each,
Encounter,
Your self
And count
Yourself
One.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Emerge from the caccoon that has held me so long,
Courage, howl at moon, flying soon in high noon sun,
I pull a rune one, its blank and for that i thank.
Listening, mystery mission,
glistening, crystal prism,
schism, wisdom,
White to spectrum, back to galactic light,
Impact the night, in this luminous universe,
watch me tune a verse to Fibonacci,
And spiral out about that viral style shout.
No doubt,
Spiral in, cycle in the tidal spin,
Light will dim then bright again.
The seed first, then the rebirth,
See her first as we nurse,
The sweet love i speak of,
Meet the peak of sky, die, fly high, be free,
And see the sea of we, feed the need of glee,
and do be do be do be FREE.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
The wheels turn,
the candles burn,
The song is sung,
The gong is rung,
Yet, at a new ring of the thing we crown a king,
The people sing and the next part of the cycle will start.
show heart, and go about with new vigor,
Be who you are,
Go figure.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Life is short be happy with what you got,
Cause' when you try to get,
What you got will seem like rot, when you get not.
theres a lesson to be taught,
keep that thought, and may you be happy, joyful to the little things,
Cause' that joy gives you wings,
And there are so many little things... ;)
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Patience is a virtue, yet sometimes being patient is the hardest thing to do,
You know to well so you thought you didn't need to try,
Life taught you different, now to comfort you say bye bye,
Why cry when it wasn't promised in the first place?
you where shown a glory and told to get it you must win this race,
face the pace,
you lost and now you are sad,
Mad, but glad you where given a chance in the first place.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
The lone poet sits on a mountain side,
he sings his songs of joy with pride,
I man grown, yet still a young boy inside,
see the boy inside never dies even the man tried to **** it,
because the man saw the plan but had no power to fill it,
But the said i can, and together they would will it,
to lift off in praise to the sky above,
to flap its wings and soar in ways you and I will discov',
A lovely dove with a lonely poet on its back,
he said to me the rain falls to keep us all on track,
to bring us back to the tribe i try so hard to describe,
so i write as a scribe alone on the mountain,
songs and words bubble forth flowing as a fountain,
To lay awake at night staring at the clock countin',
Praying for the first sun rays to, to take him back to those days,
Those days he cant remember,
Life was in a haze until the awakening on the 21st of december.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC