take a look at your hands, notice the veins

the skin cells

your cuts and scars.

this is not important.

this is all there is.

this is the sole manifestation of yourself.

time is finite and death terminates all.

you is one of many?

you are part of a whole?

you are part of a system?

like the water cycle?

some may spend eons trapped in glaciers?

and others roam free?

But the beauty is that we have a choice?

now?

where would you rather be….

I am made of flesh
i am soul baked out of hearts oven
wearing the hat of kinds
my hair  ,

swimming in the soupy soup fog of earth - level living
cosmic astronouts
mhmm
i guess i could be a queen
or a princess
but i know i'm only a molecule
in the ether

which , is my 5th element and is yours still...

i have no more faith then for those who stick with me - and see me , i my lowest hour to my highest high , even if they weren't there physically at the time

Fatal.
Femme Fatal , seduced by ulterior
motives, the truthful warrior
Kills with peaceful intention
but it is only wicked nonchalance
to; day to day ferocities that mimic hard time , war time , conventions

Lemon yellow pieces of firefly bisquits
Rain down from the fogged fetters.
Lyrical
haze- in soft beat
cheetos

Where sunshine, headlights on fusion cars (expell) expose
the water particles

Suspended in animation - falling- in
slow motioned elegance
like after a shower with the doors and windows closed
the soupy soup soup
of swimming in wavey air...

interchangable tides

that's how you mesure time in jupiter - in songs
explores of the lost ark

so much to see
yet time is kind...
ye wish be true
truth so guides the compassionate compass
to rightful
ways

floating faces


lit with the bright moons in each other's eyes

moons of venus , of saturn , of Galatic -  intersection number 5

mazes of fire and ice
mazes of notes and letters on pages or dreams
re-written at pages seams
slip the triple disked knife
and plow through the world vision
seen as a prisoners gun

using mental capacity to over rule mental castration ,
take the blue pill NEMO!!!!

and swim - in the all pervading ( surrounding )
magnitude forces of universes glow -
making possible all to be known. .


stalling into the oceans
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Binary code
is the internets verse
throwing up pages and screens that look nothing like numbers

but are in actual fact
the elephant in the room

a magnitude of worlds - exist on inter fabricated planes

plane 1 - 'real life'
plane 2- macro cosmic
plane 3 - micro cosmos
plane  4- number plane ( this is the binary code )
Plane 5 - mental world
plane 6- dream world
sixteen dimensions
further than christian or Buddhist invention
but a plethora of random incidents that seem to have a pattern

that sinks deeper into oceans magnificence


arn't we all fishes ?
arn't we all snowballs?
aren't we all just culminations of distractions dissertations
born and thinking

well maybe we should do something now we are here....

how does it rain?


how does it shimmer and sprinkle- ease the tensions
between skies pressures
and ground lessers
impulse actions
allow trajectory placement
true aim -
exists.
In the quiet flicker of heartbeat syncronizational blip.
only pre-destined by present fates , do we sing , and dance the life samba
whilst ******* the night with our eyes, the moons ripples cascade into waterfall turrents
and sink into sinkhole underbelly of cavernous , decadence
grand caverns , without owners name
natural built caves of crystaline exuberance
bigger than you
bigger than me
just two duckies sitting in an awfully large ponf
*pond
we're nothing but dust motes
yet look at at what we are !

time runs backwards
what is fast is deemed slow i motion situs
mon river flow
out of notion soul
and into the empty pools
so shalt the water rise
deserts no more
but ponds o hexagonal 5 pouted stars
as universes collide
other must die
there is no choice but freedoms reins
ring those bells
the chichi tolls
on sacred soil they were built
and energetic pathways meet at meeting points no less
are the beggars than the high class hookers ( thieves)
smokes
from the cattiplliers lips are but clouds on distant horizons
jasmine juice
electronic sitar
to the waning moon glow
dip
hose
MUTHfuckin sails mate
where is the ***? in my tummy tum tum
note please:


he french resistance