holy smokes
holy smokes

rolling stones gather no moss but for now i sit
finally at some temporal standstill
before i move again

but that's ok

i wish for love - always
it's like i hope love will show up around each street corner
and most days it does
( i'm rambling )

i'm sorry , not sorry

i'm vast and i'm small
i'm every contradiction under the sun
and all i want to do is create

all i want to do is let these words spill
and never stop
and never stop
and never stop

Ahhh,  but,
it's simple pleasures , that rejuvenate life's rough weather patches

and it's interesting how animosity turns from curiosity to real world , pilgrams
and biblical stories turned hindu prophecies and karmic debts paid in full .


of stories unwinding, to fantasies tidings -
tidal whirlpools of old age relinquishment
from trapped in butterfly effect
movements
and conjoined twins of several natures
EARTH , AIR, FIRE , WATER AND EATHER.

there seems to be no end to the twin connections -
but a very fine line between earth and heaven

a very fine tune between love and lust
a very fine sand dune's shapeful curve between trust and lack luster half hearted , half arsed apathy.

it seems that there are no more fruits in edens dens , then zen masters at hand to help us through the din try not to get those dijins in your ears but let them pass freely - knowing you are safe from fear.

everyone has their own soul mate
but some have mates

i  tell ya

this is set to be a pretty interesting venture ,
to discover and adventure
across plains of realization ,
with the wind of uncomplicated, honest , one love
as the sail
and i hail a taxi

to the next borderline and i know we'll be making it in time and style

and keepin it all holy
all the whilst

we walk on sacred ground

we walk on sacred ground

we are sacred ground.

Thank you
is due

to those who save

12 minuets to launch
and i sit
on a podium of my own building
elevated to a plane
of concious living
on tangent myriads of broiled , boiled , bubbling *** of ideas

One ,

life - does go on ,

Two ,

I get what i want

Three ,

He get's what he want's

Four ,
Sunday's are for chillin

Five ,

( u r probs asking why didn't she say , she yet to include all the women out there )

but that's an assumption,  (^^^^^ that is guv. ), that list goes in order of importance..

it's* just numbers* , we've been told, go in that manner ,

whatever -

i've got you this far , now ..

i think i would like to just
document
this moment .

and preserve it - because this golden flower
of a feeling
where nothing , matter and everything hangs in a fine balance and the whole universe just opens and starts to dance , and infinit is no longer a goal but the present space all around
in whatever convex , concave confines you would call these human bodies

keeping us weighed down like lead baloons to the physical world
and - no , we're not from this plane

we ARE from this planet though , but not this dimension either

i rekon,
aliens are exactly - what we are , but in the "future " after
                             we've learnt how to time travel
and we come back ,
                                     and because 'we as earth' 'i.e - the current inhabitants -

AND WE REALISE ! THAT WE HAVE BEEN FOOLED! those,

who are under a dastardly spell,
woven into our minds good and deep - using words and symbols , number and name - anything to rise to that fame.......

Like an oil spill

                        it has swept through our eyes and blinded us from the truth that -.-
there is no such thing as time.

we just made it up

but there are such things as dimensions , we've seen them -  we've seen them crumble away before our very eyes and just exisit in momentary spots of delusions illusions

and the wonderful thing is our creations , effect our physical reality - what we make in our minds , we put out for the world to see , the other illusion is that somehow your mind is this dark foreign space .....YO...


MIND IS FULLY  light !  EVEN the shadows emit some kinda glow....
so vivid !  well , there's magic in there , and poines and stardust and sometimes
if you are very lucky someone will come along
and tell you about all kinds of yum! And play with you - there in the mind's garden
to create everything , materialy

i just, hope , that when we wake up - all of us - then ,

we are ready to face what will be a new dawn , in my eyes - humanity stands on the tip toes of heavens open armed throws or the pits of depths,

- that are diamond encrusted found after the coal has been left for centuries -

We are the those fabled stars...the ones that seem so far away...we ARE MADE UP of the same stuff , now tell me - who do i bow down to...i only give bows of respect. Earning it...

there are no more melodies,

sweeter nor more healing , than the eyes of love's serene face just , all magic and stuff, making me speechless and speech full , with the eyes that over throw ironic nonchalance , in a second and are ready for go up and get em and ready for snuggles in beds
this is the only story i've ever known and (you can not have written it!)

this is my life what i've discovered from my journeys findings..I hope you have your own take....but...what is that i hear you say? ....

....what happened?
Just, started , saying yes.
i guess..

and gradually , and quite elegantly with hindsight , this has been built.


and by tHIS i mean this poem.

pro's
prose ...
heh heh

This life aint'  love song whilst i march on blindly....

Each secretion of dissections interrogations are on...
on my LIVING soul

man ,

if only you knew ,


i slip like a hidden seamstress
into the alcoves of plenty, the catacomb of mind

and sit and wait untill

the seductress is ready -
her lesions
are lessons
learnt in TIME

she is the mistress of the dark
she needs no title but if you prefer you can call her Q.

this is because , yes , not only is she an insane nerd

she is also -

the softest heart i ever ( dang ) - had the chance to grace ,

Mother for those in need ,
Brother to those indeed
Lover to the oh so lucky few ,

Who she might like to point out, are just as glaringly brilliant too...

so , it's simple.

The layers of time are VERY FLEXIBLE
we need not notion ,
to the motions
at futures unclear - well
but see glimpses ..

- of , past's rejuvenation's born again into different actions
conclusions ..0...

the butterfly effect are the ripples : figment metaphor ( metaphysicians apply inside)
of wings - we are all ANGELS of a sort...

but i like to call angels = experts
they seem to know what's what...

[9/28/13 6:07:47 AM] Saeng Graham: on earth does not mean , they were born from the same time realm
[9/28/13 6:08:02 AM] Saeng Graham: this puts them in perspective
[9/28/13 6:08:07 AM] Saeng Graham: well - for example
[9/28/13 6:08:15 AM] Saeng Graham: my twin akemi whom you heard sing
[9/28/13 6:08:22 AM] Saeng Graham: well she's actually my younger twin sister
[9/28/13 6:08:24 AM] Saeng Graham: fire
[9/28/13 6:08:32 AM] Saeng Graham: but because we both are from 2 years apart ,
[9/28/13 6:08:45 AM] Saeng Graham: and are bOTH gemini
[9/28/13 6:08:47 AM] Saeng Graham: there's a counter balance
[9/28/13 6:08:51 AM] Saeng Graham: -
[9/28/13 6:09:07 AM] Saeng Graham: i THINK
[9/28/13 6:09:07 AM] Saeng Graham: so i think -
[9/28/13 6:09:09 AM] Saeng Graham: maybe
[9/28/13 6:09:12 AM] Saeng Graham: thata
[9/28/13 6:09:24 AM] Saeng Graham: you are my counterbalance - imaginary friend from your childhood
[9/28/13 6:09:42 AM] Saeng Graham: and you are mine - kinda like doing pulling each other up throughout time and space
[9/28/13 6:09:52 AM] Saeng Graham: ''''''''''''
[9/28/13 6:09:55 AM] Saeng Graham: so.
[9/28/13 6:10:08 AM] Saeng Graham: now we've defined that YOUR act form is VERY MUCH NOW IN THE '3D' WORLD
[9/28/13 6:10:17 AM] Saeng Graham: OR AT LEAST
[9/28/13 6:10:22 AM] Saeng Graham: your essence - is possible in that form
[9/28/13 6:10:25 AM] Saeng Graham: weellllllll
[9/28/13 6:10:29 AM] Saeng Graham: then anything is possible
[9/28/13 6:10:34 AM] Saeng Graham: SO IF YOU ARE STILL HERE
[9/28/13 6:10:37 AM] Saeng Graham: AT THIS POINT
[9/28/13 6:10:39 AM] Saeng Graham: I'VE GOT A PARROT ON MY SHOULDER
[9/28/13 6:10:44 AM] Saeng Graham: AN EYE PATCH ON MY EYE
[9/28/13 6:10:49 AM] Saeng Graham: AND I'M ABOUT TO ROCK YOUR ***** ****** WORLD
[9/28/13 6:10:54 AM] Saeng Graham: jokes -
[9/28/13 6:10:59 AM] Saeng Graham: it's double at.....jazz hands -
[9/28/13 6:11:13 AM] Saeng Graham: shot of moonshine
[9/28/13 6:11:17 AM] Saeng Graham: **** of spicy morning zoot
[9/28/13 6:11:22 AM] Saeng Graham: and some roiboosh tea,
[9/28/13 6:11:27 AM] Saeng Graham: a little bit of wine
[9/28/13 6:11:37 AM] Saeng Graham: some smutted rasberrys and age old pistachios
[9/28/13 6:11:38 AM] Saeng Graham: which hum
[9/28/13 6:13:03 AM] Saeng Graham: frightful actually , how ******* scary bryce is.. like....i wouldn't like to have my 'revenge' concocted by him...dark kind guy....nice...but dark....arty kinda dark...so you know it's the kind of super smart kinda dark......but then super emotion kinda dark too....they aren't that hard to spot....
[9/28/13 6:13:11 AM] Saeng Graham: but the bryce i'm talking about
[9/28/13 6:13:17 AM] Saeng Graham: - yeah he's all over the place
[9/28/13 6:13:20 AM] Saeng Graham: always with the bee's
[9/28/13 6:13:22 AM] Saeng Graham: and stuff

Lost lives, lost in living hells
reminders everyday of the scars that tell
more than words could speak
just tips of icebergs, oh.. if only they could talk...

i, - salute the wounded healers-
only taughts to heals, because they began
by helaing themsleves.
and moving on - being bitter, wordless spits of grain in lips
and being an aching hearts so wide one would think they would die at any moment

and yet - there -  


there is solace

in the slowly ebbing  pain....day by day the cracks begin to tear...
and brightness burst forth - and hey , that may, take years moments , heartbeats stretching on
for the fallen undone,

and the breathless in San Diago
and the countless in New Delhi ,

and the scores and cores in the Congo

i salute all those still in the fight -
no matter how.

questions about how we’ve come to be

and who we’re here to see,

what we are here to do,

none of these have been thoroughly thought through.

they’ve missed the last query

oh how we are so dreary

lingering in the past

when the future is approaching fast.

perhaps it’s a divine plan

set out hand in hand

with the dice of luck,

a twist in the cards

who gives a ****?

Your here and you’re

breathing.

your heart is still beating,

you’ve a soul,

you’ve a mind

so cm’on be so kind

and waste not,

want not

time is of the essence

and oh there are so many lessons

get out of your house

and off your screens

then prehaps you’ll hear the screams

resonate

and by god do they illuminate why your here.

for you are breathing and can’t you hear

your heart still beating?

Are you Jewish? or Christian? Muslim or Sikh ?

Do you worship a deity and pray at their feet?

or do you believe in science with proof beyond doubt

that they understand it all no need to worry or pout

are you black? white? asian or mixed?

does your beauty leave all transfixed?

do you listen to rock? or to a classical twang?

or perhaps prefer to be sung to by an old country band?

dress like a girl but your realy a man?

defiantly a woman who does not like a tan?

whatever you are or your prefrence in life

listen now, quite near the end,

you’ll be gasping the last air it’ll twist and bend

you’ll look back to the past and gasp once more

for none of it really matters

not now and

never did before.

a blessing in disguise is

worth more

than

a blessing in plain sight.

hidden meanings

make themselves

seen

hidden no more.

the light bulb moment

when you kick

yourself over a

light bulb moment you should have seen before.

i break down only to

put myself together again

flashes of uncertainty cloud my mind

but reality

kicks in soon enough.

It is not an option

to stay under

the waves,

this is a one way street

no turning back.

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

within these walls we’ve built around ourselves

there is surely an emergancy exit

back to the realms of possability

just a skip , hop and a jump

across the sea of realization

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
7865461097889383648504826253785969482628494950595858557567465242­4242416112
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

The clouds are moving in the sky rolls westwards
Holy oceans screen
Rear window views of dusk set dawns
And ocean blue hues
Ripples like waves a breeze of cold air tingles my bones and I’m caught in the snare in the wave in the loop in the hook sink liner
Of a one time lover but a full time homie
Bliss flows openly

As skies rain down yellow blessing of jello frivolity
And laughter lines appear to be simple minded blasphemy,
But really are divinely guided, uncanny
How the same is different to others

Timetabled automobiles
run to deliver the places
much like ****** functions
so the city operates

Many a face is graced in these moving shared spaces

a rareity in the city
where we move indoors to be nimble and warm
when the weather is adorned with low hung clouds or sometimes bright clear days that come from mornings of mist and grey minded melenchony damp.

Turtle - by the name Horace
what some would call a black boy
or something but i’ve never seen a thing so foolish -

the blackness
if one would read between the lines to the connottions of what race is  
,

is mearly the opposite to the void

brimming to the full

i’m not sure if either is better
since i’m of mixed origin ,but to be honest ,

what would the fullness be in if it was not the void ( ? )

This example is everywhere
the human body
the planets that hang in the stars emptiness
or even on the macro cosmic scale

Well , well , well - the universe does it again

playing games
with mind made names
and simple syncronicites
say an awful lot

i don’t really - really - really - really - really - (hate=strongly dislike) may things
but here are a few

People who know things , that will help other people but don’t say it and instead belittle them because that’s an easier way to fuel their own self worth because somthing proberbly happned in their life that ****** them up because i was one of those people and i hated myself for it , i hated myself for not being skinny and caring what other people think , and being this or that does it matter any more? is that not that?
Lucozade


Somethings i really- really-really-really-really (love= strongly love)

Bagels with peanut butter and honey and raspberries
friends.

My head spins, twirling in colors of essential essanance
the barrries fall onto
floors non existant ground
and simple pleasures
of conversational munch

are triply seductive

the nature that has been robbed will be returned
the love that has been lost will be found
the trees that are cut will grow

and the souls that are condemened will be freed

but it must freeze

what lies at the core of fools
tell me ,
if you could be so kind?

kindred spirits of the philosophical type
who have seen the darkness and fight the flowers fall ,

the tree of universes shakes
and breathes a sigh

all the wind orginated from this spot
eminating out of the simple
simple stop  ,

cat calls - forest walls

honest bums
sit
no place like home they say
i say no place called home

no place other than home
as it walks with me
side by side
unto the power places
chakras glow and merger
connotations
******

but the defenition is flexiable

determine the point ,
touch the joints
heat the fall
and ***** it all

you only have this time around its all we've ever had.

who is it
that defines the love in our lives
but parent hood figures made out of wood frozn in time and we watch at the spirals unwind
and the lemons
are zingy and the mint is fresh
and i sleep on a bears bed
baby bear , mother too - wolves out alone standiing o howl at the mooon
and awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
we've come so far
on the riptide of loves handslide
handshake
discovering for oursleves what we deem humanities race
and what we deem fools and tounges
and what we deem to be the runner out run
who comes first in a race
who comes fist before the fired gun
who sits and the hollow has come.

Enigmatic and sulphuric
wonders and detouring ,
outside the box alluring
tempter of faint touches
skip the lust head to lunches

dip in the basket
dreams collide.
they have to!
BUT THEY NEVER STAY THE SAME
same vibe tho
He lost illusions delusions
and i lost the shy veneer of freelance escort
some may call -

but if you knew me as well as he does then you know that
lovers are lovers , and friends are friends - do everything with your heart
and it’ll ring true in the end.

crossed over to the island of found dreams.

there is no way to know how to get there without the means
and the schemes and the dreams

slit their throats and pull out the teeth for good luck -
run boy , run ,

slip into the otters skin and don't you dare look back
watch out for the sontaran hive ,

it's a nest.
up on the cherry hill tree
we find only the

stop , he borders the patrols

it's not the edge , it's not the time - we've got many moons to go but we need to **** well learn how to fly

this is the date to mark in your books ,
but summers last drop of flesh has been drunk and the slips become stumbles and the stumbles become falls and the fall is upon us,

down is up - up is up.
once more. stay feet on the ground , hover only a little -

tell the weak from the weeds .

much difference in shorn sleeves.

Aligned moons trajectory

outline class , outline fueled melody of knights in plain clothes , we sing from the rivers edge in forest disclosed ...

into endless sphinx serenading the riddles to thine's heart ear
and the scarf , oh boy , have i seen a scarf

Snake tails eat themselves , it is only simple logic to be acquainted with the slivers of one's soul like light
that glimmers new hope unto battle fields of dead glory

i'm not sick - define for me , if you would - sick.
or disturbed , the darkness forges , like molten lava glow sticks...bio luminescence if i ever saw it.

darkness is light
up is down
riddles
exist in only planes mist

take a ride , if you dare

all hallows eve draws near.
and we draw closer to moon's full moon wonder.

Inflow
Ex flow
system

positive feed back
in a negative loop

hyper sped on the electric boop

beep .

awoken to car horns and sirens wail
Odysseus could no longer feel his left foot , right...
is that the one where they sing those songs and the mermaids eat them up ?

is that the sphinx in scuba gear?

freediving?!!

it’s true evolution was found not by one but by two
for that is the nature of life anyway -
we use what is on hand to create and solve problems
We acknowledge all in the process.
The people who speak to the trees

It took , and it gives.
But it is a choice.

Godly
fires
the wind does rain on earthen mothers terrain \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

filling up holes in small time souls
who sit in the whiplash of desert !

Pumpink Pie - SMILE ;)

follies, follies , follies -
stick with us - we'll show you some more/

from

The GentleMans cLUB.

- ANON

Time or the essance of Death

distilled.

No matter the who -
Someone , some force
snowballed.

The greatest daylight robbery -
that of our TIME.
TIME.
is not money

"At least in my books"
-me.

To be alive , you need only
check your pulse

but to be awake you need to check your brain waves.

we have LIFE !!!

awoken from slumbers embedded in furs , the Queen of Wands awoke.
Her lands , not here ...

electric tonight - she cruises down the coast
searching for the lost treasures of her chambers
her magicians assistant is only the temporal nature of illusive dragons breath
smoke and mirrors

she finds the land empty but the people all alive

she finds the sea's empty - all the fish in bellies or thrown back to rot

she finds the tree's felled she finds the mirror broken

such is the nature of our planet.

what would one deem had happened if they awoke from the year 1300?
our mere mortal delight squandered on the mirage of delights

it's a maze out there , lovers , watch your backs and watch your fronts...

let compassion be your guide , honesty your light and there is only one place you'll go...

( no one knows , i just follow where the mind's rivers flows)

we're here for the scenery anyway

dancing with the devil , baby , tip toe across the spiral staircase floor
iron wrought with passionflowers flowing up the sides
door -
the only one
right at the top - by the clouds
duck egg blue
number 7, the key is under the mat.

don't hesitate

merge with the simplistic
desires

no shame in your shame
no shame is all ours

take , the coats on the wall wash your feet and face if you are weary and clean

and then -

the atrium
with soft lighting

- window left hand side -
view changes - daily

doors

7 more ,

each intricate to lead - the traveler away onwards

to lovers arms.

who were they
who are they still

ipad in what looked like japan
but then again , neither of them could read it...
this man + woman even knew -who's who and what's what...
'what was the deal and what was the don't the lines
woah it's true

it's like the darkside

who were they
who are they still

ipad in what looked like japan
but then again , neither of them could read it...
this man + woman even knew -who's who and what's what...
'what was the deal and what was the don't the lines
woah it's true

it's like the darkside

Centuries old

i've seen these stars dip and fall
and i've seen the daily motions
unfurl and unwind time and time again

passing -

de brief of the daily motions
one spin ,
two spins , three
sattalite drop ,
******* stop ,
bus , hop ,

people move
plants grove
static motion
less wheel

sick to the bone with who should have dones and who could have beens
now i exist as i am

with stable
heart beat
glows
-

leaves drift onto beds of mush and the autumn color turns dirt to rust
and white chestnuts
with green shoots

we made it - it's the hill.
the hill that feels
there is a pulse

we're still alive
.

De-Brief

the consumers are dead and the masses are free
the slaves turned master the master turned greed
the master turned needy -
to be saved by those he mis treated

wanted.
for treasons,

crimes against the hound
crimes against the natural zone
crimes against one's own

i kept dreaming to see the day
and it has arrived....

the dominos first fell in my mind
and mind alone

tangible aspects were no more than prospects
and no more than silt on soils floor hip hop stop cash flow drop so low so fro go

breaths lands
of milk and honey
are but plentiful
and surround us
even in the seemingly tighests of spots

but like sand i run through fate's fingers
to time's chest
break through the grass doors no less
no less no more ,
no less , no more ,

just for the plentiful
bounty that is oceans floor

and into depths of oblivion and depths of sighs and depths of soft nights
and nights and when there is credit due ,
there is credit due.

due-

over due
-  under due

dew point at 3 am
soft drops line the sleeping city
rains the mist
only to hang before groundfall
before groundfall
surf


surfin (yo) (!)

bunny rabbits
i don't feel like falling , i feel like reverse engineering the biometric coding in bodies ,
tip top

leave the mess
can we please
just distill this essence and let it brew for a while
i don't wanna touch it.

but my impatient mind does you no justice ,
pardon if you thought you found solace in hearts of strangers

because , no one is a stranger. just friends in the making , and my gosh , i hope you are taking notes.

because , what exchange - one can make with people from places that have never graced even the dust on my purple lipstick lips ...are worth more than pearls and rubies ...man ....

hear me , if you would - because i prefer to whisper so maybe i won't be misunderstood

i feel you.
and that's how i define elusive love - if i can feel your heartsong reverberate then i know it's  some form of love

nothing more nothing less, there are many creatures on this planet.

and i should be asleep
but it's nicer to let it seep
and maybe i'll just have a coffee to go
in the morning
running to the door
to catch that bus

sit at the back.

i'm a hood rat

hood lum

we all gotta wear tin hats out there!

countless satalites and countless wi-fi waves
countless phones
and countless drones
countless android apples

but


beware....no where did the bible mention the fruit was an apple.

be carful...
be care.


be care and know

i care , so i hope you have a good day darling , a good night sweetheart and lovely inbetween baby ,

go safe ,

Listless
nights
faze into dwelt upon days
only to find
old friends
merry dance and gay

only to drift into shape shifting plays
knowledge turns wisdom
turns rust
turns dust

blown about in the wind

who knew , it's alot of fun
trickle into lines

trickle into time
make the particle reactor of bodies dance
our actions are just as important as our actions

our reactions are just important as our actions...

ponder.
stop.
to wonder.

no faced smiles

little giggles
little laughs
little jump , skip and hop across the horizon

a breath
of fresh air
scented with geometry's stare ,
scented with midnight bloom

and jazz riffs tune , melodic beat , riptides feet ,
riptides soul

grown old.

tip the scales , let the yin flow to yang's shoulders

tip tap those feet baby !!

Yeah , traveling i think is one of the most soul opening , mind fathoming blacksmiths workshop to turn that ore into filigree framework still.
I learnt the art of traveling whilst sitting still this year,
i would say since around june last year - winter forced me into hibernation and several 4 hour meditations forgetting times limitations - but i left to travel in may and since then well , let's just say we've had considerable renovations..

Heavy metal never really called my name
What have we come from?
Where are we goin?
Information at fingertips
helios
sunshine

moonshine
chromeshine


writing , for writings sake
No prescription - the session is free

for the
meaning to fit the key of the lock of knowledge and wisdoms fruit
gems
are the segments of an orange.

Who knows -
maybe this is best
the fleeting but perpetual motion
vibrant motions.

to whom do these shirts and clothes am i wearing belong?

=

A beige coat , with the old mans jumper.
and the best friends tshirt cut at the ends with whales on them
just riding the waves
in the floating oceans shores
drifting kind sifting but with intentional grace
slow
or fast.
Horns blast.

=

open

=

ding . ding . ding.
level unlocked !!!!!

=
boom ,, de la bot

robotics.

Ghosts in Machines....

ha,
ha
.

To dwell on the destination is to miss out on the journey. Leave the future for the promise of tomorrow and the shapeless visions it holds.

The Sun doesn’t worry about taxes
and the Moon has no cares for the late morning train,
the flowers bloom even if no one is watching and never ask if their petals look fat in that shade of pink!
No worm i’ve ever heard of has frowned when she didn’t get that new laptop for her birthday,
nor has a swan ever cried because he wanted to be blue but got white instead.

Alone on a hill stood a tree.


The wind blew in times of change and the heart felt light.
from yonder over there, grew the cherry blossom tree, so wise , so old it’s roots stretched not only down but up , outwards towards the sky. Feeling and receiving the light from the cosmos. It’s wisdom blossomed in each flower and a universe grew nestled amongst the petals. Some touched and shared stories others died before they could even begin and some lay solitary on an outstretched limb. As the flowers fell they mingled with the earth and were consumed again by the tree. This time to be a leaf or some bark. In it’s place grew new flowers , new universes, new worlds , new life , new minds!
And sometimes when the winds were right and the stars and planets aligned the cherry tree would bloom a flower that was a new color. One that was yet to grace these realms. Yet so beautiful and so vibrant is shook the very air around it. This flower was destined to be the seed for a new tree that would in turn produce flowers of such beauty that they too would create universes. The new flower has bloomed and it tangos with the breeze and flutters to the earth. Making music from it’s sighs. A new tree is about to be born. Ready?

Alone on a hill stood a tree.

The birth of a star shedding light in the dark. But there is nothing more beautiful than death, for it is the passage way for birth. Just as all the elements thrown out allow new life to be born so does the death of a loved one, for it is their legacy that allows us to build from their wisdom and from their stories they feed us and nourish us. Just as the dead fox feeds the maggots and the maggots feed the birds and the birds feed the fox.
After all in the middle of death , there is the last wish. dEATh.