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Apr 2014 · 435
10 W
Fah Apr 2014
Electric tingle , lightning skin
thunder breath on

   nape of neck .
10w
love
kisses
touch
lover
Apr 2014 · 384
(7W) Sunday
Fah Apr 2014
Dance ,
    no one watches
                             you live yours.
Apr 2014 · 784
Singing Bowls
Fah Apr 2014
Emptiness is full
frothing at the edges
come bowls of sea foamed , rich tone
of wave
vibrations

undulating shores
of invisible islands , that form in the space around the music.

Materializing are the friendships of harmony -

close knit fantasies
ring out in each layer
a mystical magical movement - vibration

emanating for all to share

dive deep

into the domains  of the  wordless , formless
Yummers in Dreamspace !! A combination piece with singing bowls being played by  a dear friend !
Apr 2014 · 3.0k
Walk on my Two Feet
Fah Apr 2014
Walk with legs that do not buckle ,
not anymore.

Can you stand now ?  
Can you stand on two feet , falling through the space between rest stops ,
pavements eating footsteps up , vibrations miss the point...
......that earth already has a floor !
Can you stand now?

Walk with legs that do not buckle.

With loving hands , i float a paper boat down the stream.
Folded from a sheet of thin lined a4 ,
covered in my frustration, in my self hate , in my wishful thinking of stories never come true , smothered in my silent sighs , etched with the tear stained wisdom soaked tale of hearts growing.

Melded together , ******* in past karma , future favors..... we grew ,

in a dance , letting go of hands then drifting , as if we were floating in space , spiraling far from each other , our minds a better solace then those around us.
Sometimes it would spill over , bubble into a brew around my feet , embarrass me with my heart all too feeling. A bad taste lolls on my tongue , from words i wish i had spoken , fear whispering things into my ears, noises of bad deeds imaginary.

I'm not supposed to tell you that someone helped heal me , much more than any others...
I'm supposed to have done it all myself.
But he stays

he stays, after seeing aspects i could barely show to myself they rung with such hollow heartfelt heartlessness.
Misguided identity fraud , is the name of this game.


I've offered plenty of times
"leave when you need to.... i know i can be too much"

shhh he says.
With loving hands , where all experience still  sits engraved in skin,
i'll tell you a secret,
the boat never floats away.
But joins all the others , bunched up
on a strand of DNA.
Mar 2014 · 675
:3
Fah Mar 2014
:3
Helios , mexicana
dip diving to solar frontiers,
we are not dispersed amongst a boundless , dead , cold cosmos
we are nestled among the ***** of a warm , emotional , vibratory tone like a bell universes nebula eye in a storm , bumble bee to beetle bug , largest whale to smallest ant mixoligy lesson in creation.

tame those furrowed minds
and be fed , with the grace of a learned lover , by the hand of magnificence,
Mar 2014 · 480
A vision
Fah Mar 2014
From this height I can see each rock
        Formations                                      
brittle weather shaped skin

Illuminated by the afternoon golden
Temporary coat of painted light.

Long shadows extend ,
Nightly zones of black contrast the rocky desert floor.

Rapidly the sky cools to a dusty pink
That I so love
title is true
Fah Mar 2014
Heaven & Hell

to be fair , can't really say anything about heaven and hell because some part of me believes that whatever you are truly thinking about becomes your reality. So for the people who is sure they are going to hell that may be the case.
but on principle i do no think there is any judgement on your life other than your own.
So i wouldn't say i believe in them , no... but i do think there is a possibility those places exist..

Re-Incarnation

This one is more about *time
for me than anything else

because i think that death is just a blip in the time space continuum.
Like a tree never really dies or is born , because it's just forms into something else.
The rule in science, that no energy can be created it just changes.

AND i think the essence of a person  is what makes them 'a person' although the body is which we express that essence to.
SO i think that if after some time in that body , the essence get's stronger.

AND let's say you die at 89, then you've spent a fair amount of 'experiences'

( another way of measuring time is ; Measuring it by how many things you've done - i like to count happy things , and things that make me grow as a person.)

Knowing that we have effects on the world around us ,
we can see that we emit some kind of energy ,
Although that's more to do with WHY being a human is so cool.

(Because we get to choose what we emit.  )


Anyway .. so you have all these experiences and the body is just an expression of that essence.

Just like there are many types of plants and animals that have their own characteristics and then deeper personalities for each 'individual' ... that is a slightly different  expression of the 'same thing' (collection / species ).
So the children and children's children take a little of each 'individuals' mix and grow it some more.

And in Buddhism *it says that you ARE the next generations
..because you don't leave a place until you have learnt the lessons. If one looks at the way humanity has progressed, and where we are now.. we have a lot we can learn...Which is why i know this is one of my 'last times' on earth.
and i've heard some things about how you move together in a group of 'souls' you've been with before.

So what you do in any life , you do to yourself anyway... it makes a lot of sense... it would be a  wonderful way to get to learn things .
You are the teacher you are the master. It resonates with me a lot.
Because i can see certain cycles in my life of specific events that taught me things.

That,  and my godmother told me a story of when i as 4 and showed her a quill and proceeded to show her how it worked and told her all about it..i don't think i knew about quills that much then.. that's before i recall reading properly...
i ALSO happen to be a good writer.


I have also met people who share 'lives' with me.  (and i've never seen so much with another person as i have seen with my 'Boyfriend'.)
It works like this. * One of us says something that we 'daydream' or feel so strongly towards, it's your intuition talking so it's good to listen. Then we compare what we feel when we think of that thing.. and more often then not and with certain details we'll both have the same so it's not just 1 of us. *Which makes it a correlation... *

I like to look at my life and events like that deeply. Because there seems to always be a 'plot twist' or some revelation i didn't know existed.

So all in all* i believe you enter and exit bodies , but see all the lives as 1 life , not as separate lives.
The lives are more of a segment, or a stage , or a blip and death is the dash...
......however you wanna call yin and yang.

But as we saw earlier , all energy only changes , so technically it's the same thing.

Which goes into the detail of how you can be yourself , what seems like 'more than once'.

All energy is itself - expressing itself , in different forms.

Much like the variety of species , solar systems , cells , cell organs... atoms , protons, quarks..

Although i will say this , i am still thinking / reading / learning about the nature of the death period

i often understand these things through looking at the cycles in my body as a start point.

But i prefer to focus on life , since i am quite young and i know i have some more of the road ahead of me , so i like to contemplate it from time to time
because even though we get to choose things,
there is a certain movement that is not ours to an extent.
I think you can, in a way prolong life... eating well.. thinking happily... but that is an event that WILL happen .

That is a certainty.. in a universe so full of * 'chance AND *variety'.... to *have a certainty that big...well that's *pretty interesting.

Life though , life has i feel , a purposeful force.
Choice is the pretty awesome thing. ( and you asked me a  big question , i hope this answered it.. if you need more info or need me to clarify anything tell me  , hey it's really nice talking to you Jade! Even though Facebook  sometime is kinda a bad thing i feel.... it let's us do this ... the internet is an interesting place.. what do you think of it?) Love xox
I've stated talking to my cousin who's a little younger than me on our beliefs.. i often find my best poetry talking to people - be that a love sonnet or a poem about someone , or my viewpoitns or ideas...
Mar 2014 · 567
golden honey jelly
Fah Mar 2014
I had a dream i stole the golden honey jam with golden jelly beans from the politicians and corporations owners  vault's

dripping through my hands a nectar so pure.
smuggled it away to the poor,

for sharing amongst those who it had been stolen from

It was not just i , but many people , each taking a small amount of their righteous fortunes.

Dispensing the treasures to those in need.
Twas a nice dream...how soon until it is real?
Fah Mar 2014
the cosmos exudes from between our toes
trails of nebula  and spiral arm galaxies
burden the floor with their scented residue
of caramel complexion on mint cream -

expectations fall to the wayside
as the wayside falls to expectations

trust in the infallible,
if the world ( is to me )
saved from the virtuous vindication's of a pacifier society
run to the nearest tree and sway with the blustering breeze !


for the cosmos exudes between our toes
trails of nebula and spiral arm galaxies litter the floor

tell me a tale of who i am ,
yet i know i have not felt myself in my fullness.

for i was born before the cosmos could take her first steps
or the sparkling sun stars could take their first light
i am neither the mountain nor the valley in depth
but within both i am sure to reside ~

out of my womb cascades a waterfall of pixie dust to the glee of several a man .

yet i always had wondered why none stuck around to hear from the well versed band.

I was quite sure the depths that i knew how to love
would create a whirlwind of sorts  
enhanced by the glow of a dark purple blue rose , i’m not quite the type for rose quartz

to spend my love ***** nilly , a silly endeavor indeed
not all can handle the burn as i am

Light Sky ,

a fire filled sky ,

i am the sunrise dripping from the heavens in mellow tones of yellow and pink , i am the solar eclipse, sacred geometry in motion
and by association
i am the high tide moon shine get you drunk off one look sunset in the desert , dark purple blue rose kinda lady.

and you ,

my earth breeze , can whistle up a tune to jam with me , like no one would ever believe..


The cosmos that exudes between our toes
stacked layer upon layer
like a pancake tower
are the places we go to when the world
closes it’s eyes.
Mar 2014 · 1.4k
The sensation, sensuous.
Fah Mar 2014
The sensation,
sensuous.
Incarnations ,
remember
us?

Carved on cave walls &
sung on birds beak
in gliding flight
from past
slingshot
through to the future,
falling into a deeper than seen river ,
of now
serpentine bodies ,
flex
tense,
flex our god/ess
muscles to learn & teach
of the
forgotten
apple of knowledge.

Carnal sin is
redemption.

The real question is..
*Who were the Snakes?
<3
Jan 2014 · 422
21/3/12
Fah Jan 2014
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.
Jan 2014 · 593
17/6/12
Fah Jan 2014
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.
archive digging
Jan 2014 · 563
Hey....
Fah Jan 2014
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.
Jan 2014 · 1.5k
Dated 3/4 of Jan 2013
Fah Jan 2014
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) *

---


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 )

----

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.


........

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.
---


we put definition on the imagination , sharing and the quest.... and that's one of the things i enjoy the most.

Peace x
Dec 2013 · 1.3k
vivid hallucinations
Fah Dec 2013
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.
Dec 2013 · 506
I for the lack of it
Fah Dec 2013
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
Fah Dec 2013
I've swapped:

Blue skies/\Grey Skies
Monsoon Rain/\Drizzle
Island/\Island
Family/\Family

and it makes me tired, but i should not complain, it's a strange kind of beauty.

All this movement....it's something i asked for... but it carries with it a kind of intoxicating nostalgia.

On one hand , it's a most free feeling , the nomadic journey.
One see's with eyes wide open , to the new oldness of a place , and the new oldness of the people who reside there.
You, with cut throat precision come to terms with the fact that,
whilst you have been adventuring, feeling the motions..routine has stood time still...

On the other hand. I yearn for a key to my own front door, where my bags are not packed, and i can invite people over, where i can cook, and clean and maybe fall asleep on the kitchen floor if i feel so inclined.

For there are more gains then losses and i am thankful , for my lesson filled  escapade that is this fictitious life.

  ---

I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

I - in all my running , nothing has really worked out the way i'd hoped.
But i have become fierce , like a panther.

I stalk the quiet night time hours , i seek the cover of darkness, i want to fly under the radar.

I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

Don't waste energy talking about something , just do it.
Watchful like a fox, notice the energetic frequencies of actions , of places of emotions , of times , of days.

I've been told many things but i have felt a few more.

People are always warning me ,
you need to remember you were made to have a mortal life.

As if i can escape it.
i've written very little - in a space where usually i would use writing as my funnel to make sense of this strange world...i guess it's all starting to flow now... Swapped Bali for London and another swap in 2 days..
Dec 2013 · 775
^.^
Fah Dec 2013
^.^
Why do we often see ourselves as cracked mirrored monsters
and soul-less entities that are worth less than the next ?

How does this ring true to the infinite beauty that you know lies within your self.
In the form of cells and dna...in the form of your ethereal creation...in the hug you give some one...

It is not the mistrust of yourself that seeps into your pores but it is the mistrust of a world in which 'an honest lie' is called advertising and a commended joy.  

We have no morals , no code of conduct , we are free to chose yet condemned to no choice unless we ourselves decide that it is so.

For nothing is , until we deem it.

The sun is not a sun until i say so , at least not to me.
I am a universe unto myself and a god unto my own being,
i am creation's destruction.

Even if we don't always feel it , we always are it.

There is, a colder side to the summer but only so we know what cold is and what hot can be.
We are no more nor less than the ant, than the bumble bee.
Fah Dec 2013
Dimension upon universe
our fantasies spill out in words and emotions,

Tame my wild mind and ground me to the earth
because i am lightning without thunder.

Unfurl my brow,  because it takes one less muscle to smile.

Ease my heart with 3 words...
Cosmic Space Pancakes?

Teach me about loving myself enough to say yes to myself and no to the people who were never meant to be mine.

Whisper your carnal caramel luxuries into my skin,

i guess you must see my scars as beauty.

Play with my hair so i can fall asleep on a floating bed of lotus flowers ,
Time bends at the flick of a finger or the brush of a leg.

We exist only as dust motes floating in a stream of light ..
Energies , manifesting as human for a while ,
Heartbeats deteriorating ,
Toenails growing ,
Idea birth-ers.

It must be the chemistry, or something in the air,
but i think with you i won’t be cold.

I admire your ability to see things through.
I admire your kindness and honesty.

So , one sunny winter’s day.
We’ll execute our escape plan.
Dec 2013 · 910
thirteen word thursday
Fah Dec 2013
Listless lies the lizards ,
languishing in lantern lit caves ,
lavish , little , flies
adorn plates.
Dec 2013 · 642
Untitled
Fah Dec 2013
A cloud is beautiful for a moment , only illuminated by the dropping sun.

It turns grey, dull and flat.

I hear no cries for what was lost , only quiet transformation into another.

There is peace in knowing that all this must move, all this heart ache and sadness must move , but first you must let it go , like the cloud.

transform into another.

do not shun the darkness…merge with it , guided by the light of the moon guardian , dappling the cloud with her ethereal light, a new beauty is taken on , until the promised sunrise appears.

And even though it may seem that night and day are places that we must dwell in , one look outside the planet and the sun shines on regardless.

It is always light. Even when there seems darkness.
Fah Dec 2013
tear apart the seams

it’s ok.

i, don’t wanna talk about it.

even looking at the writing i wrote about you makes me feel slightly nauseous , it ...it’s not that i didn’t love you but....

well perhaps it was my fault ,

i don’t know

i don’t know

i thought i loved you. Ok.

and how is it? that one moment i can feel the whole world for you and the next....
it's lightning struck tree all over again.


Do not get me wrong , you inspired me to write and to breathe , you showed me loving myself wasn’t that hard and yet , yet .... you...broke my heart just like aunty said.

you broke it good and well that i didn’t even realize until i was out from under your spell...
  
                                                                  * ~ * ~ * ~

Open my heartspace ,
you were golden in my eyes ~

heavy sits the stone in my chest , cracking as i walk, dropping bits of crystal on the floor, turning to molten liquid scorching the floor with unsaid words and dispelled feelings to seep into
the ocean of bliss

burning the waters to desert residues
in the blink of 3 eyes ,

i saw in you - the flash of brilliance that i know is holy. The kind that could rule the world if, you dared.

But you were too scared ,

i want to explore this world , step out of my comfort zone , feel like i add to the mass of human potential -
not accept my consumer status because it’s simpler ,
i don’t care about public image , i despise whittling myself down for some pre-conceived notion of etiquette, and i can’t stand people seeing they have the power and not taking it.

You are a reason and you have a purpose, we are only here for a short time , this is our chance at something great and i want to share it with you.

I wanted to help you , and maybe that was my mistake.
To make you see yourself through me ,
that you were golden in my eyes
and should think yourself no less.

So i let you in to the secret place , my choice , i don’t regret it, not one bit.
I guess you made me a woman  so to speak. But i don’t think you are any more of a man.

You were a 26 year old boy.

Nor were you anymore of a lover who was soft and fair ,
but you twirled my hair, turned my lips to ashes , sashayed across my hips, tore holes in my skin with your teeth , sneaked kisses on my inner thighs , you danced with my imagination and petted my ego...oh so gently.

I saw a newer version of myself through you ,
and maybe , i just like being adored,
but i would have given everything back. I’m all for fairness
and in some twisted way i hope i hurt you as much as you hurt me, just so you know how it feels, but somehow i think , it was me who ended up with the short straw on this one.

I’m sure there are gaps in your fingers you don’t understand, let alone loving someone, but i hope you get this , your lesson was : Love freely.

And you know , if that makes me stronger and more flexible and if it means that i can bounce back faster , then so be it. I will learn my lessons in time , because i’m shooting for the stars and i intend to be amongst the nebulas that shimmer so well.

And i intend to love with that ferocity again and even more , because i won’t give you that.


Not after i ******* my being in ribbons for you. No. I won’t and i can’t.
I’m worth so much more.
So these tear filled words are as much for me as for you , that i hope one day , someone comes along who can give you what you need to make you happy.



Because i’m *pretty sure
i’ve already found mine.
this is long overdue, i guess i didn't really wanna look at the scars , they're almost healed i guess.
Fah Dec 2013
silken honey dew essence ,
natural bioluminescence , Aura pulsates in time to the  flowing blood veins ,

fingertip lips taste like lightning just before it flicks the ground with his forked tongue -

stomach tingle , heart dip , drop.
lose it all , lose it again -
transfer the same -
enlarge the plane,

feel the vibrations of:  never the same , again. Expansive minds roll on ...


                                                           ­          ~~~*

Escaped moan is free, darkness turns to light.
the whispers,
   kept between you and me.

Animal instinct , Divine instinct

        slips in.
                          slips out.

carving chasms and canyons out of skin...a glint of menace  and copious amounts of mischief dance in his eyes , like a snake charmer sashaying the imaginary into existence.
                        
                      the space dew tastes....like raspberry Champagne bubbles...


the energy flows are opening now,  to handle the cosmic ******...

one must prepare -
an untrained mind , might combust -
or worse yet , attract the dijins for foolish endeavors into treasure map waters...

Sensi bows - game , set , match.

Practice makes Perfect..
Nov 2013 · 518
Some things i've learnt...
Fah Nov 2013
it’s ok not to live UP to ALL the weighty labels forcefully pinned to you - heck maybe you should just cruise at mid altitude level until you decide you wanna take a dive in the self created oceans....

DON'T STICK YOUR NOSE INTO PEOPLES BUSINESS, JUST KEEP referencing The Matrix. While simultaneously revealing it - more Dharma , less drama is my motto.

Whoever told you , you just had 2 eyes , 2 ears , 2 mouths , 2 noses ? They were lacking vision. Look for yourself.

Ask yourself this also...

have you seen the chambers of your darkest thoughts?
If you have not, why not.

And if you have , how was it?

Expect better than the daily thoughts of dissections and ******

try going beyond to see how evil you really can be....
then ,

try seeing how heavenly you can think...

it's a fine line between tragedy and comedy.

Don't lose your heads now , lovelies ...

no ying without yang as the old'uns would say.

no ying , without yang....
just some thoughts. shared.
Nov 2013 · 612
Anyone got the time?
Fah Nov 2013
We have this notion that time is rigid
that time is a solo tick of a clock's second hand
or mearly the grain dropped into the hourglasses bottom

that the day needs to be broken down
that the night slips on by the hours escape us as we escape to lands of mystery and fog

but sometimes i love this about humans , i love that we like things neat and tidy ,

we're like ants - collecting for the colony although we seem to have lost the way back to the community centre

we're taking all we've found and putting it away in groups of 2 and 3 and 4 expecting to build hives that can outlast a rainstorm.

But here's the funny thing ,

sometimes i live in 3000 years past future present

and this confuses some people
who still believe that time is liner.

Once more i would like to point out the sorry truth that , whomever controlled the time -
would control us all

now who sets the clocks back??

Not me....


So i've set all mine forwards
some would call me a hoarder but i think i'm just taking back what is rightfully mine...
Nov 2013 · 660
*Wai's Kru*
Fah Nov 2013
Even though it hurt alot
and it still kinda hurts sometimes i'm sure it will

but we are here

and we have healed so much !

Now i know why the de ja vu's were here

it's this, this bond ,

this life time millennia that flew into my arms as a lover ,
into my arms again as a child ,

out of my way as an enemy
into my closest circle as an advisor,

over my breast like a flame as a mother -

it's this unshakable bond that stems from wanting to heal as much as we do
so this one,

this one's for you mum

and all the people you have been with me.

*Wai's Kru
*Wai's Kru*

is translated in thai - saluting the Buddha nature in your teacher
Nov 2013 · 358
Untitled
Fah Nov 2013
do you feel the breeze of cosmic dust,
as it rains down on eyes that can not see spectrums of brilliance?
Nov 2013 · 1.6k
3 hours = 30 mins here..
Fah Nov 2013
soliloquies of silence
interrupted by fresh dewed tips -
and subtle variations of tingling sensations
where do i start..
pressure before the storm.....
illustrious clouds break open heavenly showers of golden light rainbow water droplets
and i’m coated in the elixir of a thousand sunset,sunrise,noon time clouds
painted by the colors that these mischievous droplets of water have been ,

it is dreamscapes luxuries that escape in mid afternoon ,
mid night time


at invitations glance
and slight brush stroke of hand leads to quiet moan from lips escape the mind pleasantly ******* in a pearl like haze

invisible fingers wonder yonder and invisible lips bite at soft spots
yet

the experiment continues for the transference of energy cascaded gathered up in
chakra centers with bounce between head and root three times then down to earth then up to crown the energy returns electric.
Nov 2013 · 2.2k
wednesday morning
Fah Nov 2013
i-
swallowed a bunch of love seeds
and they grew into a few different shapes
i -
knew not what was what or how was how
i-
tended a few and the rest fell apart
i-
shared the bounty
trying to spread the blossoms that fell
i-
learnt again
that not everyone likes the smell of flowers
but perhaps
noticed
they
needed them the most
i-
don't mind playing the fool
for learned truths are not easy to come by
and
i-
sunk the battleship
in favor of having an artificial coral reef
so that
i-
can whisper secrets to those who don't mind stopping to smell the underwater daises
.
trenches are deep
the ocean is unexplored
save for 5% on these close close undulating shores
i wonder what is at the heart of hearts?
Fah Nov 2013
Today's sunset tints the air thick and orange , clothes stick to the skin as skin sticks to the air

it's sticky to say the least -
the thunderstrom clouds light up shades of violent violet and dusty sahara pinks and sand dune yellows

the sky , so blue is covered by high altitude brushes of greyscale hues and whisphers of floating away dreams
splitting at the seams with reality's crest on breast
the sea breeze whips up the trees and a respite from the deep heat of day as night slinks in
Oct 2013 · 514
Untitled
Fah Oct 2013
sometimes i like to imagine us :

sitting on the dark side of the moon concocting whisky drinks
and sending smoke signals to all the other wondering fools lost in spaces not so void-less nights
you are probably wearing all manner of dream catching instruments
and maybe for a short while i'll just be a flower

and then we just lie about , intertwined ,  watching the stars fall agape  from the heavens and greet us with sprinkles of kisses
until we laugh so much the moon gets up and shouts

"that's enough guys ! i'm trying to nap!"
Fah Oct 2013
Where the media bows to senseless trash
the rest of us are still dropping it.

trash i mean.

stop it.

it's stupid.

Earth mama is kind, we've taken so much for granted and it's not even fair -
she did nothing but love you
and you are still dropping trash.

stop it, man!
Pick it up....
compost it , turn it into energy , do something worthwhile - at LEAST throw it in the bin!
holy smokes!

Where the media bows to trash
our brains turn to stinking piles of rotting brain flesh
and our imagination boils up in vast vats of vapid apathy
unless...
is that Marc Jacobs?

**** that.
Here's my market dress and market shoes
here is my charity shop cashmere and wool coats
here is my gifted trousers from a friend cleaning out her closet

and i still look classier than the half of you -

so please, if you could be so kind..

stop dropping trash.

The seas are full of plastic bags,
and the skies are full of the particles that used to be plastic bags,

burnt,
because it's cheaper to send the ******* some place else then learn that there is no cure

there is PREVENTION

INTERVENTION

STOP PRODUCING ******* TRASH

there we go... now no one will have to drop it.

ok?

****. Is it that hard?
-.-

is it just me who is getting kinda fed up ?
Oct 2013 · 836
13
Fah Oct 2013
13
brilliant blue luminescence
visionary excellence
humble sensi bow

healing myriad of energy geometric patterns
on third eye

visions.
Oct 2013 · 479
#45
Fah Oct 2013
#45
Well , i may as well use the powers i've gained through hard lessons

Healing myself is now applicable.

Nice one , universe, did you see this coming?

Did you see this ....God?
I guess you did ,

hmmm.

Makes me think how do we look , us humans ...from an outer planetary perspective -

Looking for peace of mind , made me realize that it was never not there.

just obscured by a slowly clearing fog now ..

i can smell the fresh dawns

this time .

something tells me good adventures and plain sailing is on horizons dip point,

i ain't gunna say no baby!

hoist the sails, we sail on till dawn -
smog clearing from my mind :)
Oct 2013 · 702
Untitled
Fah Oct 2013
water ways lie empty
tidal flows no longer reach the shore

masked banter
halo repercussions

misinterpreted signals
but nothing is out of line

so yang flows to ying and the water filled up dried creeks

this is the way

and has been
still remembering

careering towards ultimate destinations

ultimatums lain low in the soil
sprout anew
in the endless movement of life cycle
Fah Oct 2013
Only once you reach new frontiers
does the human mind decide they want to expand a little more
there is only
one

one love

one peace

one number that counts

when it comes to crunch time and you are lost in the dark where else can you turn to but you?

when there is government corruption and manipulaton of information

and there is no such thing as a truthful lie

expect

the worst they say , but come,  one is not the number i'm talking about

i'm talking about 0.

the halo , the magicians secret .

add a 0 to any number and suddenly, it's worth a heck of a lot more.

And my dear friends, fellow poets ...weaver of words....minstrels of sound , technicians of language - there is one very , very , very , very subtle thing that i reckon... we know better than any legislation paper or cop with gun to head or bomb dropped or whatever warfare you want to call this


is , the ideas in our poems are not always our own,

unknowingly... or to some perhaps knowingly we have connected each other to each other

string theory using words as dimensions.
Oct 2013 · 728
Untitled
Fah Oct 2013
i know ,  westward flies the raven - there is not much between , the veils of illusions seductive dance and the nature of  natures embrace  , perpetual , wild and free.
Oct 2013 · 715
4:11 am
Fah Oct 2013
Asleep in a den made out of
furry dreams
and cinnamon bun kisses

restful peace overcomes the interlude
of restless discord

the finish is a start
harness the power from this reset
there is

hope yet,
for the other realities to emerge from the beat of sun drums and moon flutes
Oct 2013 · 556
26w
Fah Oct 2013
26w
did i tell you?
my face changes
depending on
who's looking

to some i seem southern spain
to some i seem from the Ashanti tribe.
Oct 2013 · 581
A theory on Infinity
Fah Oct 2013
Live on the edge of infinites reasons ,

someone once said , you can only see as far as you can think/

and i think that’s true , who sets infinity ?!

why you do silly !

You are the one who enviseges infinities distance -

how vast, is this cosmos we know?...

well for example - the mitrochondria inside our cells know of the vast micro cosmos,

and we too ,

on our human scale -  are knowladge and wisdom and also a part of....


......... ...... ............... ............ a vast cosmos in cosmos in situ .............. ....... ............ .................

...playing out - dancing in..
on scales so small - so vast

so un-finite

who’s to say ; we haven’t found it all!

in the stars that are written in the dew drops on a saturday morning?

or at the bottom of a bowl of soup ,

- who says that we are only whole with another -

who are we to say ... "we are only friends of nature"...

why we are nature silly!


we are natures

very nature.

~~~~~~

i've experimented some , on myself and found that : do something with care , patient and slow

work at it

let is blossom and grow

and vioolaaa!!

Masterpiece dish finished.

now let’s eat.

Chin chin ,

cheers m’dears !

To be-ing and beings .

To the dust motes of magnificence

here’s to **you.
Ahhhh just 6 weeks somewhere.... in somewhere new/old can make all the differance and to return here again to ANOTHER new/old place....
Oct 2013 · 2.5k
10 w
Fah Oct 2013
Butterscotch Dark Chocolate

Infused with rose quartz

dragonfly transfiguration elixer
Fah Oct 2013
Afternoon light cascades onto ocean skin ,
momentarily turning the water a fine gold shimmer -
light dances merrily , shifting as the plane turns southwards - Equator barrier broken

Welcome to the Southern Hemisphere !

Cloud islands mirror
ground islands .

Puff ***** create architectural feats not known to humanity.  
Flowing with the wind , creating substance out of thin air
the ultimate magicians trick ,
Above , thin wisps of stratus clouds brushstrokes seamless onto sky glaringly iridescent and soft all at once.....hey look! ..... way out in the distance , towering cumulus on their way to becoming cumulonimbus thunderstorms , steady growth of stacks even out when a cold air bank has been reached....the sky writes love letters to the earth

in his cloud postcard snapshots , yet - it is a serenade from them both

Earth offers the waters , the dust needed for the molecules to bind together -  sky transmutes them in his belly - with shifting winds and earth curvature the color palate spectrum .

the offspring , playing in between two worlds
belonging to no one arriving and departing , shape shifters

whole landscapes whirling in amongst themselves , remain unseen,  save for the few souls in tin machines hurtling along in the presence of natures finest high sky views.

Azure crisscrossed with opaque whites and rapidly turning dusk eggplant purples , wild and free form mingle with voluptuous orange streams of liquid light , hiding in the shadows the ‘day’ comes to an end ...

Does natures delicate hands sculpt the static water molecules knowing that there is beauty there ,


i have yet to fathom how such a gracious glory goes un noticed by many ,

luckily , for us , as we destroy every other aspect of earths eco system - the bold sky still remains ,

In the city doldrums and slums high rises
or slums on ground
or mansion view

the sky still bears dow the art works of sunset and rise ,
of cloud shifters and shapers , movers and shakers
still offers a connection to natures heart to remind us , of the magnificence that is our world. That is our home,

although - i have been told - under the surface or in this case , above the surface , here too has been attacked , pumping deadly toxic fumes into water ways
and lung ways

knowing all the whilst that this will do more harm than good

and here is where i , still struggle - i’m writing this on the plane -

a carbon dioxide emitting , fossil fuel guzzling , corporate ******* of a business .

but i need to get places , and go long distances in the shortest amount of time possible ..
Oct 2013 · 1.6k
the baskets of edens produce
Fah Oct 2013
silver lines the trees
and gold lines the skies belly

strip of pink azure highlight the docile clouds
as the pine forests rise up all around
a mist devours the eye line
and as it does cloaks my clock
time stops
it doesn't exist here
no more are we bound to the slave driver of 24 hour monotony
but the metronome strikes one
two
three
minus seven

plus twentyfive cupcakes
filled with a blackberry light jam capable of aiding in levitating your shoes
the mist unfurls
and a mountain peak emerges as i run towards the ever rolling stones
that gather no moss
but pass
by the chicken and chip shops to wards
green earthyness
and fresh produce
Oct 2013 · 217
Untitled
Fah Oct 2013
In amongst the lost souls who believe they are found, some let the tides carry them amok ending up on the shores of time
Oct 2013 · 745
*****
Fah Oct 2013
i remember now, it was by the tree that i found the fallen star. I saw it from my window as i lay waiting for sleep to visit, the moon was full to the brim that night. Spilling lucid light onto the landscape adding highlights to the dales and lowlights to the fields of tea.

The fallen star was still warm, i hoped i could save it. So i climbed the tree with the star tucked in my jacket pocket. Limb over limb till i sat on the crown, ready to call the route for the fallen star to go home.

That is when it began to talk.

"I am here, to make sure you know there is only one thing

that will stop you.

It’s in plain sight but hidden under a mask,

your best friend who will ask you to make amends.

Under the rocks into the caves it’s a farce it’s a maze. So all you have to do is ask and you’ll find your way home”

and with that the fallen star fell.
Oct 2013 · 553
A mixture of old and New
Fah Oct 2013
the exit is in reverse , the starting of the verse, the myth , the beat the silent snare,

paat at……paat at………..familiar waves , notions of toils

un wound to find nothing but a wonder.

But a wonder, a wondering, wondering star

far from home yet not so far,

close enough to feel, footsteps arrive at dawn,

forlorn sits the shaman,

that’s where we are we are the wondering star

the traveling star whilst sitting down.
Perpetual movement..

TO FEEL THE WONDER IS THE WONDER FOR FREE

yet it seems that in these lives..
THERE IS NOTHING THAT IS THERE ... all but perceptions , perceptive chance that may so happen to cross , with yours or the ants or the bees


THERE IS  NO THING THAT is free,
but there is exchange.
Remixing one from the archives
Fah Oct 2013
what i did to cope with 5 peoples emotional overload


Here i sat , thinking i had dealt all my blows on this fatigued mind ,
worn down by the strains of family inconsistent values
of selfish values
and here i sat , thinking it was me - who was the trouble child ,

here i sat , thinking it was me who had healed herself time and time again ,
here i sat thinking i was done with the past heartache and headaches and whatever aches
oh...i thought...dang...

i saw in slow motion - as my mother began to talk once more about the past’s difficult trenches , the war in the living room .

the tears from a father figure at christmas on his knees begging for redemption ,
a child on the stairs
a tree without presents and i see the wall slowly come up
the obscure orange fog ,
cloud that segment of my minds garden


i had never noticed the metaphysical manifestation

that was what it took from me,
( through no fault , who’s to blame , we could spend hours and hours pointing fingers walking , the maze’s circles only to end up at the starts end, and it wouldn’t matter anyway ... )

but what i now see , what it took from me -
to pick up where the so called parents had failed ,
       and fallen ,

both self absorbed ,

       play the kids against each other , subliminal messages of

“your father did this..” oh but no “ your mother was this...”

pity at their own wounds , licking them like kittens , nursing the pain , moving on without looking at their damage because it’s easier

it took from me , to block all of my mothers emotions to mother my siblings
her manic depression , her answer for a partner , her go to call
me - who else could she pour blame onto when , she knew **** well
there was no one but her to blame, and it’s not without knowing that her life hasn’t exactly been rose fields of sunshine hues - her self only healing now too..

but it doesn’t excuse .


and now - finally - finally i see - and i stand at a distance replaying the scenes in my head
shouting how could you let this happen? how could you let me get so empty, and say nothing. how could you let this ice cold diamond heart form and not notice? And even worse, still talk about yourself?!


i guess , that’s just what happens when you feel too much , and you care too much , and when you love with such ferocity it rips through all ******* to the things that matter and that to me, was everyone else’s sanity. Because i’m rational enough to have understood that if i didn’t no one else would -

what i did to cope with 5 peoples emotional overload

it took for me to build a protection shield around my emotions and to bite the bullet as it came hurtling towards me and now do i SEE those defenses after having distilled my mind with meditational forces

,and man , i just want to tell my younger self , you’ll be alright baby , you’ll make it - you don’t need to , it’s just their discontentment at their own judgment ,

~~~


i recall having exams at school and doing the weekly shop because no one had gone shopping, the school calling me up and saying they’d hold them for later , so i could get my qualifications

i recall the smashed doors and recall the screams and the police and i recall little else in vivid detail ,

But i think the worst part , is looking at the ramifications on my siblings and i
yes , it’s made us strong and people who won’t back down at fighting for the truth , and fighting for the heart

but , it’s made us fragile and frail in our convictions and for me , the worst part is how i took on their hate

i know i’m not bad , but it’s when those voices keep saying :

you still are not good enough to deserve whatever the **** it is you want

and i thought i had banished those creatures , turns out , my mind isn’t infinite
i had a feeling ,
near infinity is as close as it gets
and eventually what you throw out will come back.
sometimes hearts are not beautiful, but at least they are honest.
Oct 2013 · 1.8k
PROLOGUE
Fah Oct 2013
beat waves , beach haze

beat drips , in slaves mouths as they thank the rich for their gift of tapped water

and tapped shoes on tapping feet dancing not to entertain but to save their skins from narrow , harrow mishap and they know , if they make it out of there alive they’ll never go back

not now , not ever.

not now , never .

not now .


not now ...
not now...

not now....
then when?...

when , were they,  there
and where were they there..

who  - . ? (owls)

who sat upon drinking mats and dancing streets who ate with their shoes at their feet?
who licked up their milk , who danced with starlight naked with no more gilt then guilt
and shame to beneficiours name and thankful legend doth save mankinds *** - once again.

and you tell me i shouldn’t be writing stories and tales
and bed time nightmares
wait till i get dark -

MOON.

is the name.  winks

i am not the moon , no ,  but i am a faucet of moon’s taste and moon’s style her failures and her virtues , if it’s easier for you , i am moon personified...

hovers slightly

i once read somewhere - love is  metaphysical gravity -

i’ve never heard anything more scientifically accurate.

Lips lock - the poppers drop
one by one , zip slide ,
electric skin , carnvicours sins - some would deem un worldly
well - i wouldn’t put it past yourself
it’s only in the shadows of days death ,

the night time arena
many a metaphysical friend and maybe a few foes

Life , knows....

Maybe that’s who we should start with eh , noob?

Life? His house is over there.

Take my hand -

See , down below - we have the lands of El Salvador

and here , is Papua ,

Look Svalbard....and the elves are having a party...

*Dive bombs to Svalbards shores ....the mountain white drenched in sipping brews the elves rest in woodland - night begins to wrap the company in shivers and the light flickers out * - shh say’s moon - it’s almost time -

the last full moon of summer , is rising.

from beyond the frozen lake shores where all lay still sat the moon’s crest her light before her self
up on the shelf of mountain lip ,


and with grace like no other - the orb slowly began to glow green


and the thunderstorm no one had seen cracked lightning behind , called up by norse winds and norse tides.

The elves looked upon the tree and a single blossom falls,

touches the floor and blinds them all in bright light.

END CHAPTER -
comic book - i am currently creating called 'Moon Cat'

just the prolouge tease
Oct 2013 · 601
dream on
Fah Oct 2013
With a heck of a lot of past history uncovered in sacred spaces ,

wings outstretched , scents of toast and peanut butter , amazonian amethyst or desert desserts, are the tempter tempting - why say no..

Even prior notions to what may or may not have been,
are extinguished in the moments notice ,
what course , ran this tide,  seemed pre-ordained to meet again.


he appears ~
and it seems that if he decides one day to dissipate back into the ether
then there would be trail marks of poems , and astral realms of dedication to cloud kingdoms and fluffy rooms , with hidden portals

and ya'know
it would be a crying shame , i tell ya , we gots too much
to share and too many midnight snacks and dances in mountains , and treks under oceans trenches ~ but i live with the notion of

if it is not mine , i will not have it
and if it is , then it is only that.

Wisdom from mother earths roots -  connections - directions - reflections - mirror image in time and space , parallel companions on the human planetary face - take many shapes and forms,
and this life time is a reincarnation of my last incarnations , short span.

time gives us the patience
and if life gives us the gracious attitudes needed to peruse the horizons of
bliss and the horizons of motions illusionary

spell is undone , traveling ----- in motionless zen meditations.

for the seekers often find more then they set out for

in the least expectant of places.

Spontaneous renditions and silly faced magician , with gentle words whispered,
secrets healer
and emerald , black light bearer of truth observer
and crazy hair curls
Oct 2013 · 956
*I allow bliss to flow*
Fah Oct 2013
I am still healing ,
sped up by , loves muse ,
without the meeting of kind hearts,
~ all over ~
there would be no respite.

It's the collision of old and new that continue to disintegrate in my mind ,

there seems no end to the mysteries that lie innate within us , just waiting to be opened.

Like presents in christmas wrapping delivered in the middle of july.

and all these reflexes :  of cutting off love when it's the most pure , is just left over imprints , of times when there was no other option, but to make armor out of tears and black out the rest -

So i hope you understand when i say , i don't mean to be mean or to seem cold ,
or to ask for more then you could possibly give ,

(it's just the way i love , love)

i'd hold you in nightmares and make sure the daemons stay away (or at best , tell them a bedtime story so we can run the heck out of there)  , make sure you get your daily doses of meditation , daily shot of imagination , daily hugs and kisses , daily pep talks...whatever...i just love, with open eyes , yet every time i seem to have done that , to love ~ to grant uncensored access to my soul , i get ladened with disappointments. So , now you know , it's with a humble fragility that i would dare say i love you.

I have learnt though , with much caution does the word love need to be used.
In the short time it takes to say , already a million worlds have ended and a million more begun ,

And love is best tasted , when there is nothing expected
so it is with caution i lay any plans ,

but heck.

(over the edge and over again)

So , i throw caution to winds domain ,
and if caution returns
then

i'll know

it is best with caution,

but until then,

i bow humbly to the wounded healers who run still , who have ran their races , who leave trails of blood on floor and heal others

someone once said
'love is purpose'

but it's true ~ sometimes i wish i was a porpoise.
:)
this is not a love letter per-se ..............dust blows in from eastern shores , western winters soon to be exchanged for tropical beaches once more , and still on the horizon ...snowfall and mulled wines i'm sure....


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