the elephant in the room
i am not fighting the system,
i am not fighting anyone
i am embodying the truth and that in itself is the easiest thing to do it requires no war.
i am choosing to not play the game with a rigged die,
this is no old energy, she is the most ancient energy.


Like a flow of water possible of tearing down houses or caressing the smallest flower. The door is open and she came knocking on my heart, shaking the cobwebs from these stagnant corners reminding me it was I who had to open the door, no matter how many knocks or rings of the bell.
all the signs, all the perfect timings all of it boils down to me as always. The Elephant in the room.

A runner off before the gun , my hands tied behind my back
i made my way into the dark crevices of myself.

I turned my back on the outer world not to emerge until
i’d seen what was lurking in the shadows.
Demons. I walked into their ranks and told them to tear me apart…. I watched it all… My blood spilt into the torrents of rain….Once they were done…. all that was left was my eyes.


They are blacker than before, but with a hint of starshine in them now…
Whilst the deamons went to wash themselves and get a pint before closing time…..
I took alook around this new landscape.
The signs i was always looking for were all around me…. in every single thing i happened to see….and every unexpected turn i took looking around that town led me to new and brighter , bolder and almost iridecent signs untill the signs became me and i became the signs.

That’s when i began to dance , and dance i did. I danced with the devil and and fox trotted with the angels, we spun on the wheels of great time leaving all the business of past , present , future behind…. we existed only in the swish of a skirt or the click of the heel…..we were pirates of the cosmic tides , we knew only the ocean , never to set foot on land again. Unless, it was the island. The island where seven days a week i could just bask in the sunshine that is your smile, where only the surreal existed.

with war , we assume peace is a scary notion ,
that peace is worth killing for - worth maiming for , worth spitting at.

Peace is an idea that steals children from homes , and taxes from banks to the pocket of rank, and fee and file and fickle thumbs , where the money rolls plenty in the pockets of some.

when i'm around you
       i feel the slow   paced    bass   line of the universe moving....

i can hear the galaxies turn
      and the atoms cascade as waterfalls in my mind with your electric fingers tracing my spine.



I am lightning without thunder, but you are not thunder nor the rain.

But a swift wind accompaniment to my silent flashes,

Wrapping the electricity with invisible peace .

*Do you know how beautiful it is to have someone that want to work with you? To take you for all you are and still manage to find the beauty in what you dreamt to be your ugliest scars...

showing beauty in the dark....

( yes, it seems  you too are another good one who knows the value of darkness...it seems many of us who seek this path do these days) *

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We are
     the shimmer of light that reflects in the deep hollows of flute pipes      
echos around the womb like space of cosmos microcosm .

(I've felt love before , but this....this is not love as i used to know it..

This is a slow boiling , stewing and ripening with age mulled wine with toast and Camembert kinda thing )

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Did you know coincidentally , your name is in the number 2013
and if i recall correctly ,
13 is the year  i met you in.

It's charming how these clever little signals appear when i'm around you -
contemplating you they emerge , another experience.


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But in my space , i see the purpose here too -

perspective.

Because when i'm with you , it's pretty much just you.

(and whatever room we happen to be in ) - sometimes other things do appear but they are easy to dissolve.
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we put definition on the imagination , sharing and the quest.... and that's one of the things i enjoy the most.

Peace x

I need the night time like a entertainment ****** reaches for the remote.
The airwaves become quickly clogged with HD Grade A(ss) Crack.

Whereas i...relish in the freed up air time ,
empty roads , routes , biological networks...
For miles around............................................... only a few souls dj their late night slots..
emanate their energetic pulsations with the precision that night time calls for,

don’t worry the drunks fall under the radar..
Delta wave walking...

i need the night time.. for the forgiving nature of loose shades of shadows
and the seams between imaginary and vivd hallucinations blur for a while...
some may say that neither of them exist in the plane of relative ‘normal’ thinking ...


but i’d say imagination is the hardest one to fathom.

Vivid hallucinations make up our senses.

I for the lack of it
seek not fortune but a means to get by it is just being that i seek
emotions tumble
beauty is disregarded
a motionless failure
a notion bombarded by natures intertwining state of garden sunshine light and nebulas space i , an atom an atom am i , pull this forth , seek not the resides of man’s bitter games but feel the pull of fairy dust and sparkling stars