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THE GIFT OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The Gift Of Conscious Creation / The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself. / -Victor Hugo
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Gratitude
In gratitude I wake with tears of joy on my face. The wonders of heaven are as unnumbered as the human race. Pulsing through my veins like blood silently dripping in the bowl. Healing mankind as I have to leave the plane of matter behind. Love and Light seeking darkness to unbind. May you know me by the truth in your heart,may you see me as the never ending thread as the bridge of the lost. For some it could be footprints on the sand, for others silence of the screaming lambs. In gratitude I am caught like the winters snack on the web of the widow of who our souls are brought. Thanking my way across the vastness I jump for joy upon the home land in gratitude I sat just as I thought.....
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Tenderness of woe
Tenderness is a touch , a thought, a feeling of bliss. Standing in awe, tenderness is a euphoric experience. Tenderness of woe is the self-love reached for to console pain and strife throughout your life. / Tenderness is all encompassing, never ending, just a healing of a beginning. The beginning is the understanding of worth and justness. I crave a night with tenderness not lust. Woe can take control leaving you motionless. Longings leaves you with aches and pains. / Tenderness is like a man with plenty of drink: it eases a free flow of reality, intensified by serene intoxication. Some like the stench and others request the volume of commitment in this decision.
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Thunder beings
Running just to hear the sound of their thunder / The metal is only the grind / And the gears changing.
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Men
Men, can’t live with them – can’t live without them. So strong and firm, yet gentle and understanding on return. Exciting but never bending – always curious with women. / Men where does the beast console his wounds – do they crawl away in the dark to lick the deepest cut or into a woman’s arms gently laying on her breasts? Hopefully so, but maybe not. Men also place their bruises upon the hands of the Maker while women gently sob tears into the night. / Men never give up being knightly, strong and rescuing the damsel in distress. Sometime men just cause stress.
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TRUTH LIES AND DECEIT
How can you breathe? / When you speak that lie tasting so sweet? / Where is the truth or deceit?
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FOCUSED DREAMS
I have entered the house of water six legions deep. Once a canopy of creativity held me. The crown I wore was a set of stars unseen. The fragmented emotions have crystallized upon the tabernacle of David's house. / I look deeply to see the snow capped mountains of attainment are behind me. I have placed the world at my feet as the ibis called to the water. The stars glisten with secrets held quietly waiting for man to explore. The wind blows and the bell tolls for those with supreme spinning joy which is the life of us all. / Deep from memory and heaven smiles across the miles from those who have gone before? I know the nurturer of me was the greatest gift received deep within the focused dreams.
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ECSTASY
ECSTASY IS SUCH STATE A OF JOY FULL OF BUOYANCY AND A DARK SIDE WITHIN YOUR BEING. MOST HUMANS SUPPRESS THIS OUT OF TRAINING; WE LIVE IN OUR MINDS AND OUR EMOTIONS SOME OCCASIONALLY INSPIRIT. MOSTLY THIS NEVER OCCURS IN OUR INSTINCTUAL DEPTHS OF BEING. / BORN WILD AS A MOUNTAIN LION WE LIVE LIKE SHEEP DENYING PART OF OURSELVES ASLEEP. EVERY DAY WE ARE PULLING IN OUR JOY CLOSE TO OUR INNER BALANCE TO SEEK PEACE. LISTEN QUIETLY TO YOUR MIND, HEART AND YOUR BODY. ALLOW YOURSELF TO VOICE ITS NEEDS IN A POSITIVE WAY. RIDE THE WIND HORSE, INTO ENLIGHTENMENT! IT IS YOUR PERSONAL RIGHT TO PASSAGE INTO BEING TRULY ALIVE. / AS I BATHE MY BEING IN JOY AND PLEASURE WITHIN ECSTASY, I AM FREE TO LET THE FLOW OF WATER MOLD ME INTO A PERFECTED BEING ALL OF MY OWN MAKING.
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Submission
The master’s puppet smiles big as he sit at the masters feet with the darkness captured within a rose as the smell is as sweet. The master is playing with him toying with his afflictions does the master not see that the puppet is on the end of a stick dangling his smile so thick. / His red and green shows his desire to win at all costs and to become the master who sits and watches but can a frog play chess or checkers without getting lost? / The puppet has a letter on his head can anyone guess what it said? As far as I can see it is Alpha heaven for all to reach as the masters plan is in action I never could read the puppets reaction. This is a puzzle hidden very well inside the gates of heck with arms and feet crossed how much did the puppet pay to be the boss?
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virtues of things unseen
I sit upon the rock of silent ages clothed with robes of scarlet white. There are golden salamanders that play at my feet while I place my true hearts intent before my master. / I have seen the bowl of reverberation where the follower’s immersed their self in the tone amplified and purified by the oneness of water. / While deep in the scarlet satin there are offerings for food and drink as well as prayer placed before the master’s feet.
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