Watching the moon, as it slips past the wires.
Always in tune, with our deepest desires.
Dreaming and growing, this life that you live.
Piling on tension, to things that will give.
Honing your life, to reflections received.
Give up the lies, you were told to believe.
Time is quick with high changes, deep inside you.
The person you were, will now mix with the new.
A new and improved, multi-dimensional being.
Awakening yourself, to perspectives now seen.
Take heed and be ready, for changes you see.
Lifting the veil, to the next thing you'll be.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:34 AM UTC
Being one with the all, I strive now to be.
Careful dissection of things that I see.
Feeling these notions from dreams in my sleep.
Showing me all of the patterns i keep.
Taking in deep, so to never turn back.
The knowing inside me, thwarts any attack.
This world that we live, is not what you think.
Notice how lower vibrations do stink.
The signal of shift will soon rise in the sky.
Seen as the red king above the cat's eye.
This will be light, that's extremely evolved.
Shining on issues that need to be solved.
To loosen the denseness, that's tucked deep inside.
Release all the darkness and pain that you hide.
Everything's one thing, and never apart.
See that forgiveness will open your heart.
These words that I've gathered, and sent out to you.
Will only make sense, to a very select few.
They are the bridges, in which you will cross.
Moving away from destruction and loss.
To give yourself fullness, in all that you say.
Shows you tomorrow, is coming today.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
On the tenth of October, hear what I say.
Orange is the color, you'll see on that day.
Diligently separating, orange from the rest.
Because it's the color that best friend likes best.
To be a best friend, don't delve in the past.
Stay in the now, from the first to the last.
Beginning each day, I go about my quest.
In search of the color that exceeds all the rest.
The small little parts, and things that are whole.
Taking them all, to complete my orange goal.
Some things were stolen and some of them found.
when gathering things orange, I mess not around.
This day only comes, but one time a year.
And this is the last one for which I'll be here.
So feel all the warmth from the orange that you see.
And have a great birthday, to best friend from me.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
This that I speak of, I'm tasked with to tell.
I'll speak not of heaven, or even of hell.
This that we are, it flows all the same.
Connecting together, creating this game.
From when we are young, disconnection begins
Informing us that, things we're doing are sins.
Keeping us blinded, and hiding the truth.
Starts with the programming, aimed at our youth.
Crafted idea's, masked in their sound.
Invading our psyche, since ****** was around.
Start seeing cracks in this matrix they built.
It's Falling apart, as the world starts to tilt.
DNA consciousness, propels who you are.
Synched to every aspect, be it near or from far.
Direct connection to everything, this body won't accept.
Digging deep, right through yourself, finding all you've kept.
Life is a solo journey, to find your way to one.
Enjoy your life, and remember that, it's only just begun.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
The detachment I'm feeling, from all that we were.
Removing the reason, for which poems occur.
The physical art, that I form now to build.
Requiring some space that these poems once filled.
The movement of time, feels now foreign to me.
Life in creation with nowhere to be.
Distance no factor in a life without time.
Pulling from source, which directives are prime.
A new way of thinking that flows from the sun.
Showing the things, that have long since begun.
Feeling the changes, your life moving through.
Opening up doorways, that you never new.
The masses will struggle and some have to fall.
Combining together in creating the all.
The pull that we're drawn to, calls down from above.
By removing our blinders, we're left just with love.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
Massimo,
flink å gå.
Han vel kan du,
store på.
Hvit som torsk.
kjenner norsk.
Det er hunden min.
Alltid bli,
sol som ski.
Uten vinger,
nesten fli.
Beste venn.
Til "The End".
Samme skal vi gå.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
When getting one ready, for all that will change.
witnessing signs, that are really quite strange.
Echo's of trumpets, the sound it will make.
Showing you all the things, really at stake.
To hold all the knowledge, in all that you see.
The knowing of nothing, is where you must be.
Stop on a moment, slow it all down.
Take a deep breath, while you look all around.
Essence of life, that is flowing through you.
Connecting with everything, you never knew.
A change in perception, and all that it brings.
Giving you the, bigger picture of things.
Hard as a diamond and soft like a dove.
knowing the only thing needed is love.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
The light that is coming, will twist and then bend.
Shining deep in, starts your slavery to end.
Very bad men, morals colored from snow.
Standing between you and the things you didn't know.
The few are now ready with burdens they carry.
Removal of multitudes, if necessary.
Knowing that truth, is far darker than shown.
Lies will increase, though their chances are blown.
The struggling masses resisting the change.
Trapped in a program that's meant to derange.
A few will slip out, being called from above.
together we'll create, a new world made of love.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
The light that is coming, will twist and then bend.
Shining deep in, starts your slavery to end.
Very bad men, morals colored from snow.
Standing between you and the things you didn't know.
The few are now ready with burdens they carry.
Removal of multitudes, if necessary.
Knowing that truth, is far darker than shown.
Lies will increase, though their chances are blown.
The struggling masses resisting the change.
Trapped in a program that's meant to derange.
A few will slip out, being called from above.
together we'll create, a new world made of love.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
A black dog it started with, age same as me.
The first time he bit me, we had just turned three.
The Colonel would bite me, time and again.
Never once scolded or put in a pen.
Growing together, he wanted me dead.
But human I am, I outlived him instead.
This last one I'll have, his fur white as snow.
Gentle and kind, just like old Massimo.
I knew from the moment that we said hello.
The name that he'd go by, would be Marshmallow.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC