Always running with time,
never out of it

i am the time keeper

With distance
the distaste only grew ,
with time and foreign lands my tree of wisdom only grew
from the confines of meditational winter sprung forth with the seasons change a fresh spring
that led to summers bloom and now with autumns orange face upon us i find myself back where i began ,

where i ran , it seems i was running back
where i thought i had no map , there was something pulling me to a home of sorts
more than one , too many to name , in people who live and in places that breathe
where i roamed , where i broke down walls triumphantly pulling the bricks and letting the river flow through the once more
no more ****** damns to hold back the floodwaters

i had an inkling i was running off borrowed time
or at least credit
death on credit
death in reverse
birthed rebirth
again and again

yet here i am still in deaths ruptured flow -
the unconditional love ran out mother ,
it ran out and you used it up
you used it so , i know you needed it
so from my child’s heart uninteruppted i let that one go
i held it aloft so you would know that no matter what you do , you are loves loved love

you are loves , loved love
but , it all came crashing down around my ears and around my throat a noose with no name
but a holy ghost escaped my lips in angry overtones = this argument for arguments sake
and tears hot on my cheeks filling up my mouth with anti-septic salt water drops
that doused my locks and you said “come back to me when you can speak without crying”

tears are but distilled wisdom and i am your teacher
i am your child - for a reason , i learnt much from you but how much more can you learn from me..
for i am not you - but a part - apart
and the smoke fills my eyes blurring the lines between reality

but i had enough , respect is intended - always
but i have respect in myself and that’s what you taught me.

That’s why i smile at people on the bus and talk to strangers ; because
everyone is reaching their own goals, shining their own light and love is shared , mother , love is shared.
and i try to love
but love seems to be distant
i love

four men

one - island man
two - island man
three- island man
four - out way somewhere i don’t know , never have graced , hope to grace and maybe touch his face ,

is this wrong? is this why i sit up at night with restless dreams
because whenever i see any one of them my heart turns to shreds
and i recall what that love is one more time
one more time
on more time

one - touches and lunch
two - dinner without touches, yet.
three - cheesy beans and laughter lines
four - astral planes baby ,

it’s raining again .
i’m siting under a tree in holloway
next to a knoll with hot chocolate , passport photos and cigarettes

are they not all one and the same
whom would i devote my entirety to , would you take it?
would you take it?
could you take it?

where do we stop?
why not stop..why stop. stop. what? stop loves riptide ?
not likely , not by chance , but by simplistic design
no i will not go
i will stay

please, please.. please.

i want to dance , with you who are you?
an enigma of epic proportions

i read somewhere that if a poet falls in love with you then you will never be forgotten
forever imortalized in their sonnets
and yes , it is true

lover why so shy? why so elusive , who is your soul
won’t you quietly tell me of the bruises won’t you tell me your secrets
and let me smooth down your shorn hair

two.

this world was made to share
and so is my love
so it is my love ,

we are wounded healers
and my , have i never heard anything as poetic as that.

but i cannot stay lone with all this love as it burst forth because it is mine. mother .
it is mine.

so.

dinner.

Today i woke up in an old bed ,
where i spent last winter in meditation -

after having went to summer party
salad mountians and a million and one stand of food
candyfloss , fair ground ride , face painting , a band , drinks everywhere in buckets with sun block attatched to it even though it was kinda cloudy but there were nice clouds

and best - some people roaming about with a sunflower cut out taking polaroid pictures

and in them there is someone holding the sun.

(haha)

What a lot has happened today..
hmm .. i collected some old things , ate a routine breakfast of bagels and home made plum jam , with the addition of a coffee -

the subtle changes even in a few months ranges from old place to new  old place

that is the distilled essence of travel and indeed a marker of journey's  progression

return to an old place - to see the new, no matter how small -
in a place one thought devoid of any new textures ,

smells sights sounds and emotions

yet, yet -  here is something new .


I saw an old friend
several in fact .

Family -

Families.

And then i sat down to write for a bit and drank some vanilla chai tea.
and listened to some good music and draw a little.

and that was snapshot of day snapshot of day 78739101-1

END ARCHIVE:

many moons ago we were best friends looking out over the rooftops. spotting the church spires and loft flats.

We’d sit in bed eating blueberries, raspberry’s, salad, whatever i’d baked that week or the leftovers of your culinary experiment. Watching re-runs and obscure horror movies.  i knew i could love you from the moment i saw you, sitting in the dappeled evening light immersed in conversation. the frown on your face spreading into a smile and then a laugh that hit me in waves.

but i never told you. How everytime i saw you my heart would beat so hard and so fast i was afraid it’d give me away and you’d hear it.

they say live with no regrets but how can i when i let you go so easily, when i should’ve fought and protested. stood my ground and bared my heart, my soul, me. becuase you, of all people, speak that lost language.

you’d cradle my heart , embrace my soul and you would have loved me back.

The tears are but distilled wisdom

After the release

after the release


and the rains soft drops have dusted the sandy soils with her salt kiss tears

there
in the  desert of desire felt the rains of faith

and how the mist rolled in across the ocean
there , the plants still grow at the edge of the fog - where the mysteries still lie vacant

yet unfulfilled
but many in the making

a soup.

And over here is the present kitchen !  ///...\\

That's just the flows , flow
speking to souls?

or am i just writing to myself
out there in the web , i see

people seeing me

and saying nothing

...


yet knowing more than they probably would if they hadn't seen this...

wHO are you?

Reading this... perhaps you are a person ; who loves fruit juice for lunch and shiny golden shoes. Maybe not.
I wouldn't know
but you see me..
i marvel at that ability we have now...

Technological.



or maybe.
you are more like the lightning with thunder happening



there is always a thunderstorm somewhere.

That's just the flows , flow
speking to souls?

or am i just writing to myself
out there in the web , i see

people seeing me

and saying nothing

...


yet knowing more than they probably would if they hadn't seen this...

wHO are you?

Reading this... perhaps you are a person ; who loves fruit juice for lunch and shiny golden shoes. Maybe not.
I wouldn't know
but you see me..
i marvel at that ability we have now...

Technological.



or maybe.
you are more like the lightning with thunder happening somewhere.

there is always a thunderstorm somewhere.

I've never tried door number 3 before ,

ocean world.
i step into some kind of glass box, this is not the ocean! This is the bath.

I'm in an oversized bath , with some fish and oh , someone is getting in ...
oh right , that is not someone
that is the rain falling ,

oh ,
this is no bathtub this is a pond ,

and i'm still at the bottom , the frog leaps in and the view shifts upside down ,
i'm on a cloud ,

i'm in a tree ,

i'm in a sewer , i'm under the mats
i'm inside the closet and in the heel of a shoe .

There are places
where my heart ripped out of my chest by my hands in a fit of clarity ,
i yearned to see what kept me alive, with blood dripping from my fingertips
and splashing onto my coat in artistic nonchalance

the beat, beat , beat , of my only heart
the beat , beat , beat , of my time keeper
the beat , beat , beat , drip , drip , drip , silent watcher of ****** functions
seeping onto the floor are the unwritten lines that flow into vein like patterns, as if the blood tries to reach the sea,
only backwards - the pool spreads around my feet
away the streams run
criss crossing like rivers from a plane
oxtail islands form with inlets that lead to dead end forests that spring up spontaneously on either side of the waters flow

get lost in the forest - only to find more forest

twinkling lights of skies dawn appear in the slipstreams and mountain ravines form slowly ,
valleys carved from the still beating *****

i wrap the contents in a plastic bag and put it in my coat pocket
so maybe i’ll remember that i’m beating my drum to my final beat
which will ring out -

oh patient heart
oh , oh , oh , peaceful heart
full of yearnings for untainted love
untouched , touched by malice
touched by dandelions drifting seeds

oh patient heart
fill up your lungs with night falls dew point air ,
and falling stars falling still
into my eyes that explode
with the light of a million suns
they burn.

they burn.

they burn.

without the embers of loves hope
i would surely stop right now
slide the knife into the flesh
hope for the best

what a wicked thing to do - to make me dream of you

the fall

the thunderstruck tower of loves , loves touch
send shivers up my spine and into the neuron pathways of tickled pink touches
and strange worlds open up

synapse exchange - electronic turns chemical and back again all too soon
lightning flashes without thunders encore

dappled light hits the spiders hammock
old ladies weave their dried up tears into jumpers
grandmas and grandpa’s their stories outshines the children they bear

what burden to carry on the shelf of self.

I met a man ,
with ******* bags in two hands,
and a shirt that says -

'join the conversation'

i ask for a photograph..what spills forth is
a torrent of pent up pain , of tears and a shaky smile ,

i tell him, you've got this far , you've met me , you didn't think that would happen today...
and i tell him , i hope that some good luck comes his way ,

i hope that something changes to make his life happier , he says he'll wait for me
i say i won't be back , i am a one time listener
he says people see him as not human
i say people are strange , he says as soon as they are rich they look at me with distaste
i can feel the bitterness on his lips ,

i say that these people can not be happy
he says but they have it all

i say but they have no happiness sitting in traffic in their BMW , at least you have your thoughts
he says his penny's worth on how he sees society

this man is a philosopher .

i walk away humbled , i hope i left him with the thought that there is light yet..

thoughts to hold
loves to behold
darkness gives way to light

night gives way to sun shine bright
and tides give way to the shores stretching hidden and revealed
covered , concealed and re-appealed at moons suggestions

inevitable turns and motions projected
yet not the same components whence this building was erected
stand here today new memories and presents
projected onto walls and floors
breezes and floating flowers , plastic bags and in need of showers
sweating from the humid city evening hours

powers are working
people are churning
cities belly is not burning
but dance
little ants of power dance

in your one lined solo group style flow
of natures voice still heard in cities loop holes

i , am safe , i am full , i am empty i am souls

its always sunrise
somewhere

things move in every atoms presence
tonal vibrations power through into tmorows
certian serenity

blissfull melodies
we die daily in our meditational  cremation ground of  minds past eye had been cast upon building up
or down

spiral, the.sine curve of life
respect the crecendos with ease
the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind

Sailing in a dhow at sunset after snorkeling off Mafia island, Tanzania.
'
SPILLAGE
The tree’s don’t sleep at night
they photosynthesize , by moonlight.
Leaves drink in the cool wise light
And give off dreams of softly fading starlight

Whispers of secrets , monthly unfurl
A single blossom falls at new moon
Hurtling to the ground, awake before noon
Ever noticed? The very word has the circle
Curled up in the centre , twice to make sure we remember , two full cups , not one.

Geko’s slip off old skins
And the croaking frog adds to the din
As thunder rolls in
Triggering the dogs bark
Guardian of the stark naked couple
Asleep in their parallel worlds
Together under the umbrella of ambient lighting
Not the natural kind either
But a shameless copy of pure sunlight
That emenates when their bodies collide
On the material plane.

Astral visions lead the way to headquarters
The address? Fax? Phone number?
I’m afraid you’ll have to dial again ,
Unless you’ve meditated on the vibration of emancipation
Then you would already know, you are already there
Doors are open , for those who care to try
No lock on this baby ,
Ain’t no safe to play safe
We bask in our humble glory
Under the shores on undulating tides
Rhythmic pulsations
no where to hide
The emanations come from within,
Without , a shadow of a doubt

There is a war coming , infact we’ve already been fighting for decades
Just like the change of winds, nature knows her stuff
Tip the seeds too soon and you’ll end up with a field full of fluff
But just in time and a harvest with enough to reduce every super market shelf to dust
Even though they already stock that kinda stuff
Clean up on Aisle 4, Aisle 3 , Aisle 2 , Aisle 1
Return the purchase , we’ve discovered the ****
In the cake
And we found the frog in the salad,
At least their habitat is intact
Or did you think I was still talking about the shops?

Ok , I’ll change tact
Change of pace.
No , no I will not join the Human Race
Running to where? Why all the running?
From what? To where? From whom , to whom it seems like we run straight to our tombs, without a second glance at perhaps the chance that legs can walk…
Wanna know where I’d rather be?

I want to be on a motorbike heading 70 miles an hour down empty roads
An island paradise , holding the hips of my dearest
To arrive at another home ,
where our friends relax to the forlorne strums of the blues
Tripping on love we depart ,
not without slightly heavy hearts
Peace , friends we’ll see you anon.

Pull into the golden arches , I tell myself ‘I can’t kiss those lips now they’ve touched that burger’
then I remember you’ve been working all day
before you came out to play , I wasn’t up for a dance I was too entranced in my own madness
But. Always the **** , walk up those stairs for me, softly you moan.
I agree in a semi tone. Secrets are meant to be shared,
we quietly told each other of love in the parking lot at 4 am. The pain in your eyes still wakes me up in the middle of thunderstorms.

Awoken to sorrows from the motherland, monsters creep to the door,
peep in the keyhole.
Oh,
I forget,
your door is activated by credit card numbers that spiral from lips of z-list celebrities.
So we’ll waste away the morning in each other arms,
you watch me as I dress. No underwear no less. Put on your bra properly, suddenly you get kinda frosty.
Not far from where we sat to have a Japanese lunch , pretty close to where I walked to meet you for tea , where you held my feet and handed me a phone I left in your brothers car.
Well that’s where we have breakfast coffee and papaya whilst tourists ogle at the dog guard.
Deaf to our calls , luxuriously taking his time. He didn’t find the secret beach either.
Although the sea was good for a float, and to hear the space journey’s musical manifestation
at every crash of every wave, the magnetic pull playing her crooked beat as she bypasses our feet.
Then, there are two nights with two Amsterdam gals , one smoked lucky strikes and had scars across her wrists , the other photographed trees for a living.
Both blonde , both fair , both with their own flair.

Expect the unexpected , beach raves full of people I don’t really want to be with , so we get tequila shots instead
and stand outside a shop selling knock off clothes when the bar needs to shut.

She took a break to the bathroom , we finally let out the kisses we’d been holding in all night,  
until she got back.

Who said we couldn’t control ourselves? Although to be fair, I could feel you reaching for me wayyy back.

Why should we be selfish? Why shouldn’t we? I still went home with you that night, there really was no two ways about it.
I had *** with you, slightly drunken ***, that was by no means gentle, by no means candle lit , by no means rose petals laid out on the bed, infact , if my memory holds true, there were no flowers apart from the ones on my dress.
I’d say you were lucky , but then I cried at home.
So much pent up emotion in that one act.
Enough to propel us in into another night and untold eons beyond, I’m skipping ahead now,
Where we drank red wine on the shoreline , I used the staff bathroom and noticed all the things that could be improved – seemed like work was wearing off on me.
Still, the best part was yet to come, yeah the *** was fun but nothing compared to the games we played. Dress up and salsa ,
mysterious temples
natures tickles leading to giggles at the foolish endevours of two ***** humans., smoke a spliff , enough to unwind the mind to a new point of time. A flash of something I’ve never seen before, nor have yet to be graced with again.
I guess that was divine. Well, wouldn’t you say….
It was about time.

So , am I still talking about the shops?
Or who wore what with kate moss?
No disrespect
she’s adept at her art but i don’t wanna read about boring old farts
Lets hear about the underground collective of conscious minds who are rewinding the clock , who won’t stop ,
warriors.

Well quite frankly

How long have we sat , year after year to be told the same **** and bull story.. my ears, my ears! MY EARS!!! They yearn for the sweet serenade of the truth

behind the crumbling arcade of rigged lottery tickets and games of black jack where the house always wins.
Fortunately we’ve been coming since we were five , we know the cards without seeing the faces, we hold all the jacks and aces, we’ve got time on our side

So…that’s why they are running , finding places to hide.

We’d only be stealing from the house to give to the houseless…
With the tools the house gifted to us…doesn’t it seem ironic?

I laughed until I cried the day I discovered the universe had a sense of humor. A dark , ironic , sarcastic tone that involves  a major chord. Maybe a G or a D.

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Untitled by Yayoi Kusama.
Acrylic on canvas, 45.5 x 38.0 cm. Signed and dated 1993
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What would modern technology and social networks look like if they were vintage ads
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Someone Should Start Laughing
I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: How are you?  I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: What is God? If you think that the Truth can be known From words, If you think that the Sun and the Ocean Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing! Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!- Hafiz
aplacetofindlife:
Someone Should Start Laughing

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?

If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,

If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,

O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!

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Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists
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A wonderful analogy.
What I shall do today.
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SYNESTHESIA by Joshua Espinoza
                God watches everyone’s first kiss. Although God used to be an awesome God He’s been a bit lazier as the years have progressed. Long ago God felt that raining frogs on Egypt was cool. People were turned into pillars of salt for looking at the destruction of their towns. Now God isn’t into that whole vengeful thing. Rather He realizes the importance of free will and understands it is more important than any instruction manual.
                Dreams are the ultimate instructional manual. Sub-conscious hates being a sub. Sub-conscious wants to be dom-conscious. Unfortunately such things do not happen anymore. Drinking dreams from people is potentially delicious. Flab is the hallmark of a family man or woman. Their dreams have become realities. Mere impulses of creatures become vaguely self-sustaining then fully self-sustaining. Right in the heart is where the familial love lives. Floaters in the eyes are more than floaters. When one sees floaters they see ghosts. Floaters are ghosts for the vision-impaired.
                Afterlife is big into God. Death brings people closer to God. They live in God’s domain hoping for the best. From on high the angels live on the down low. Beneath angels are the exciting ones, the ones they can and do mess up. Humans are interesting for their ability to mess up all the time and somehow remain completely loved. Every human is made in God’s image. Once people come back to God they realize how much of their decisions were good, how the evil was more than counterbalanced by the good. Living in Earth tends to make people forget how fortunate they really are.
                The world hates leaving people behind. In Heaven everything is fine. From Heaven people can see themselves from light-years away. Such distance makes it easier to see what the right and wrong decision was. Death takes the people away. Online presences remain long after the body has left. Everything has a digital footprint entirely different from their real life footprint. Sometimes it is bigger and sometimes smaller. It depends on the lust for life.
                Kissing is a form of lust. Lips love each other. Lips like locking together. That is where the key to the heart comes from, from the lips. Words flow from the mouths of babes. Life means the words work well but the tones work better. Even babies understand the importance of tone. Words are meaningless. Tones are tender. People wrap themselves up in tones, in the environmental sounds that surround them for that is what it means to be alive: it means to interact.
beachsloth:
SYNESTHESIA by Joshua Espinoza
                God watches everyone’s first kiss. Although God used to be an awesome God He’s been a bit lazier as the years have progressed. Long ago God felt that raining frogs on Egypt was cool. People were turned into pillars of salt for looking at the destruction of their towns. Now God isn’t into that whole vengeful thing. Rather He realizes the importance of free will and understands it is more important than any instruction manual.
                Dreams are the ultimate instructional manual. Sub-conscious hates being a sub. Sub-conscious wants to be dom-conscious. Unfortunately such things do not happen anymore. Drinking dreams from people is potentially delicious. Flab is the hallmark of a family man or woman. Their dreams have become realities. Mere impulses of creatures become vaguely self-sustaining then fully self-sustaining. Right in the heart is where the familial love lives. Floaters in the eyes are more than floaters. When one sees floaters they see ghosts. Floaters are ghosts for the vision-impaired.
                Afterlife is big into God. Death brings people closer to God. They live in God’s domain hoping for the best. From on high the angels live on the down low. Beneath angels are the exciting ones, the ones they can and do mess up. Humans are interesting for their ability to mess up all the time and somehow remain completely loved. Every human is made in God’s image. Once people come back to God they realize how much of their decisions were good, how the evil was more than counterbalanced by the good. Living in Earth tends to make people forget how fortunate they really are.
                The world hates leaving people behind. In Heaven everything is fine. From Heaven people can see themselves from light-years away. Such distance makes it easier to see what the right and wrong decision was. Death takes the people away. Online presences remain long after the body has left. Everything has a digital footprint entirely different from their real life footprint. Sometimes it is bigger and sometimes smaller. It depends on the lust for life.
                Kissing is a form of lust. Lips love each other. Lips like locking together. That is where the key to the heart comes from, from the lips. Words flow from the mouths of babes. Life means the words work well but the tones work better. Even babies understand the importance of tone. Words are meaningless. Tones are tender. People wrap themselves up in tones, in the environmental sounds that surround them for that is what it means to be alive: it means to interact.
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Live joyfully, make your life a dance, all the way to the grave.
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Oak Room
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don’t be afraid.
lean into your genius.
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we have all been waiting to know.
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Amazing Jabuticaba Tree
This is an incredible tree that bears its fruit directly on the main trunks and branches of the plant, lending a distinctive appearance to the fruiting tree. The jabuticaba (Plinia cauliflora) is a fruit-bearing tree native to Minas Gerais and São Paulo in southeastern Brazil. Otherwise known as the Brazilian Grape Tree, the jabuticaba is grown for its purplish-black, white-pulped fruits. They can be eaten raw or be used to make jellies and drinks, including juice and wine.
They are wonderful trees to have and are fairly adaptable to most environments but they grow extremely slow. Jabuticaba flowers are white and grow directly from its trunk, just like its fruit. The tree may flower and fruit only once or twice a year, but when continuously irrigated, it flowers frequently and fresh fruit can be available year round in tropical regions.
Common in Brazilian markets, jabuticabas are largely eaten fresh; their popularity has been likened to that of grapes in the US. Due to its extremely short shelf-life, fresh jabuticaba fruit is very rare in markets outside of areas of cultivation. So if you are ever in Brazil, be sure to try the incredibly tasty fruit called jabuticaba.
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Star Trails over Matterhorn (Switzerland) by Felix Lamouroux.
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Star Trails over Matterhorn (Switzerland) by Felix Lamouroux.
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Know where you stand.
Wow
This is kinda creepy..
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Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment.
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COLLECTION OF awesome CLOUDS
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Planetary Structural Layer Cakes Designed by Cakecrumbs
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Do not resist events that move you out of your comfort zone, especially when your comfort zone was not all that comfortable.
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so apt
so apt
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treewellie:

"The area between Kluane Lake and Haines Junction, Yukon, skirting the great cordillera of the Wrangell / St. Elias Mtn. range, is commonly productive of these stacked lenticular clouds … In late summer, as the sun begins to set around 11 PM, it’s beautiful to see these unique clouds, which are higher in altitude than their surrounding companions, catching the last peach coloured rays of the sun."
treewellie:
"The area between Kluane Lake and Haines Junction, Yukon, skirting the great cordillera of the Wrangell / St. Elias Mtn. range, is commonly productive of these stacked lenticular clouds … In late summer, as the sun begins to set around 11 PM, it’s beautiful to see these unique clouds, which are higher in altitude than their surrounding companions, catching the last peach coloured rays of the sun."
definitelydope:

BBQ on the balcony (by fernlicht)
definitelydope:
BBQ on the balcony (by fernlicht)
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Birth by Alex Grey
Birth by Alex Grey
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“
There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.
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surreelust:

Man with His Skin by Peter Zokosky
surreelust:
Man with His Skin by Peter Zokosky
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“
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul,
of the soul.
Rumi, from Who Am I?   (via bluishtigers)
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1 MONTH AGO / VIOLENTWAVESOFEMOTION
xpudding:

xpudding:
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treewellie:

La costa de la luz by Francisco Mingorance
treewellie:
La costa de la luz by Francisco Mingorance

itscolossal:
Mirror City: A Kaleidoscopic Timelapse of Chicago, San Francisco, San Diego, Vegas and L.A. [VIDEO]

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awkwardsituationist:
gmb akash documents the 350 kilometre journey from dhaka to sylhet, bangladesh made by those who, unable to afford the price of a ticket or find room to ride inside, risk death by traveling atop and between train cars
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purpleaggregates:

White Tara The female enlightened being of long life, wisdom and good fortune When I see the signs of untimely death, May I immediately receive the blessings of Arya Tara; And, having destroyed the Lord of Death, May I quickly attain the deathless vajra body. OM TARE TUTTARE TURE MAMA AYUR PUNAYE GYANA PUTRIM KURU YE SÖHA OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SÖHA
purpleaggregates:
White Tara
The female enlightened being of long life, wisdom and good fortune

When I see the signs of untimely death,
May I immediately receive the blessings of Arya Tara;
And, having destroyed the Lord of Death,
May I quickly attain the deathless vajra body.

OM TARE TUTTARE TURE MAMA AYUR PUNAYE GYANA PUTRIM KURU YE SÖHA
OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SÖHA
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hungryforworld:

Monet’s Garden. Givery, France.
hungryforworld:
Monet’s Garden. Givery, France.

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“
Internal and external are ultimately one. When you no longer perceive the world as hostile, there is no more fear, and when there is no more fear, you think, speak and act differently. Love and compassion arise, and they affect the world.
Eckhart Tolle (via samsaranmusing)
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1 MONTH AGO / SAMSARANMUSING
malformalady:

The golden spiral of fungus. In geometry, a golden spiral is a logarithmic spiral whose growth factor is φ, the golden ratio. That is, a golden spiral gets wider (or further from its origin) by a factor of φ for every quarter turn it makes.
Photo credit: Devin Raber
malformalady:
The golden spiral of fungus. In geometry, a golden spiral is a logarithmic spiral whose growth factor is φ, the golden ratio. That is, a golden spiral gets wider (or further from its origin) by a factor of φ for every quarter turn it makes.
Photo credit: Devin Raber
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polaroidsf:

Welcome to Eden
polaroidsf:
Welcome to Eden

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“
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me

are arguments like a paradox?

does one just not compute the others message or emotional language
surely , there - just like languages are vibrations we can not understand but can feel
and perhaps learn to feel them a new , akin to learning a new language .

this would mean that things that are seemingly at first 'taboo' 'secret' 'cult like' 'mystical' especially these things

could just not fit

within my lock , akin to the enzyme molding and shifting shape for only particular proteins

could the human social structure not operate along this natural blue print? since the social structure too , is a part of nature and looking around us - something seems sorely wrong

the violence , well i'm not sure
yet why that is a base instinct but  

there is laughter inate too and smiles

so ...

what thinks ye?
of the words is have structured ?
does it make sense? does it resonate?

heck i'd like to know - how many of ya'll is the crazies?

all for one
all is one
one for all
one is all

Don't let them fool you

this is very real and very real very real

sometimes reality is better than dreams
and when dreams collide we all know what happens

we weave intricate together and i want you to know that the passion the ignited is still alive and well

breathing in and out soft sighs that escape my lips without my choice
because it has been and is always but a choice made in the seas of seas and lights of lights in need

restless rivers flows have entrenched and doused by heart space and womb space with untold treaures untold untold untold

and that's the way we do this news
new songs lyrically i've never seen you write better
then i saw you play last night

and i knew you
i know you
and i have known you so this is not exactly a love sonnet but it is and improvization

of lyrical *******

and this is a blessing in friendship
i stress the point should woman and men be friends first before they let the pen slip?

i write my thoughts of thin strips and thin line of callouses of me
and the scars form mothers and lovers of old
and new light illuminates from them and from them i feel that i could never stop this healing
untill the healing is done

then and only then we die

and then and only then we die

and then and only then they die

and then and only then do we really feel the power rise up in our bodies and we let that wave course through the restless resltess rivers flows always wanting more

it's our prerogative
green gold sits my heart in the tree
as a stone one may imagine a dense emerald with flecks of gold dust and orange creeps in on the side
this is a mood ring after all the color of our hearts

but

in bliss diamonds flow

Where have i been?

What have i seen? at the outer reaches of my minds universe?

well  , some of it is so dark that it is made up of the stuff of the nightmares we bathe in
sos

save our souls
the calls reached all the way out there but i got lost in my own madness
and that place as wonderful as it is

well i am all of those deamons too
so
i guess now we are even and we've settled our scores
because we die daily in our ritual rebirths

i saw the sand of time fall to pieces
and explode into a million different ways of being
and i saw all the fractures like mirrors in a fairground

i saw myself in all my different guises
as a mistress
as a husband
as a butcher
as a teacher
as a student

and still i have not found the enlightened ground
but i have
i saw it before
in a flash

and the roket fuel for this intergalatic trip i've just returned
is and was and continues to be nothing more than the love of one man

even if he doesn't think so and that i do it allmyself

well i couldn't have done any of it
if i didn't know that i'd see him again sooner rather than later

and lets see what we can acomplish by sunrise then

it's a dare

it's a date

it's a chase

and maybe i'm addicted
but maybe i'm not
and maybe i'm a fool
but maybe i'm not

and maybe as i slip into my new / old skin
i understand for the first time my power

to ****
and to grow

and even if
there is no time
and we float like endless clouds across the sky
i know i still speak with nature
and maybe it's just another day
and maybe tommorow it will all go away

but i
am a dj
and i am a god

and i will not stop

untill this world sees peace
and hears it too

i will play on
untill eternities sunrise sets
no matter what comes my way

so goodnight
and fly well

may all your wishes come true
and may all your hopes feel

If we are still here
that means we are still here for a reason

i know - i'm sorry not sorry
i got mad

i took some pills
and to be  honest

it taught me , not to mess with what i don't know
to always read the label and to ask before taking

because i ****** up

and to be honest
i'm young dumb and not

i'm actually super smart
so i again write this peace primarily for me
but for you too


and i hope that you sleep well tonight
and i hope i do too
because i've heard the cries
and i answer this call wherever it may take me

even if it's away from you for a short time

i'll always be coming back
i love you so
and half an hour with you can change the world

new powers appear everyday
off course

simple stops in the day play out their onwards gleaming parralells of night


you shall not pass beyond my chartered flight

as day time slips to night

kali
is
the army's leader
i'd be scared


if i was u

but i'm not

i'm w

and w

is for winning
so sorry not sorry if i am a ninja of the night and i know martial arts

but - when i say i wearthis face for the both of us

we all know who is the most beautiful

friends all over
smoke and mirrors roy , all smoke and mirrors


and at athe age of 13 that is when my training truly began
at 10 my head was a book

( this is a riddle btw
)time rider

i'm the sphinx

and also the elepahnt in the room

i have found my niche and it is clean clear and free

night /

what we can do with our love?

well

let's not kid ourselves

lets lay down the law -
of our own relationship

and see what happens?


well


well


well


what do we have here?

what do we have here?

always gunna want more

this is the most dangerous drug i've ever touched

his salt kisses

and potent touches
are enough to breathe life into death

and death into life

we die constantly in the interchanging sections

and well - it's not exactly a simple plan we've constructed with the band

it's quite a few different aspects
to the way we love

1. we began with a trip

2. we end with one too

3. we keep our space when need be

4. we let each other be exactly as crazy as we are

5. we don't ever , ever forget how much love is worth

6. we play
36. love thyself above all

and know that it does crazy things

the whole of perceptions will change forever and ever and ever

and when the love is shared

well

well
well

well.....even stranger improvisations appear from null and void destinations and complications that appear to be inverse sensations


oh.

even more
the reflections of ourselves

are very very

curiously wonderful
new word!!!!!!!


shloom : Defenition

the feeling of a laugh that pervades throughout all the halls of time and selfs perpetual
sunrise


sinking into the smiles of solo flying

duel speed

we are astro monks sitting in our robes on a flying moth that guards the outer reaches of this universe

and well

earth sent out a very large warning cry so we know who needs us and when and where

and we are on the way

we are already there

instant.


we are not aliens

we are not scary

we look just like you and me and we know exactly
how we play this


very well done chaps

improv is exciting


heheheh


heheheeh
is this long enough ?


oh an essay?

you want a 4000 word essay on why i love life?

and DEATH??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!




NO.


sorry not sorry.

From the ***** of my * seeing chair*  emerges the womb of darkness
i offer a prayer in good faith to the writers and the play rights and the authors and the artists
who have come undone,

This is not a love song but, an improvization of lyrical ******* and beat making sensation ,
tingle dance and flair , wave the flag , steer this ship on home ...... we are on an island of dreams
floating like their ain't no inbetween , and we sleep and we care and we take shifts -  and for the pack and for the tribe and for the people under the nights sky ............... this is the music after midnight , after Luna's caress are there written all over with sols liquid golden flare -
to fall unto us , the lucky pair who just so happens to be the golden pair
strictly speaking they're actually birds
but taken shape as human form
it's an odd one i know but still
they soar like them

higher than kites that fly in kite season.


dopple gangers

we're entering mysterious
mystic dimensions now

i see boggots on the horizon

moon shield is up

dip the rigger

i smelt a thief a couple days ago

i woke up with a inkling

not sure yet

still

gotta think of things

if you can sleep whilst you are awake well then

well then

well then

night vision
is real

dragons are real
nagas are raw
did you think i said ******

in all those rap songs i wrote?

we are very pleased that so many of you have answered your calls
but it's gunna take a miracle
to tip the scales

i'm lady justice

and he is the executioner

he's ice cold

i'm hot as you like

i'd like you all to remeber one key thing

i don't exist

you cnnot **** me

but i AM the security

welcome to EARTH

we have delivers everyday from everywhere gotta bless and make sure that you fly safe

yOU MADE THE BABIES CRY

YOU MADE MY BABY CRY


I TOLD YOU DO NO MORE


NO MORE
WE HAVE SENT MULTIPLE WARNINGS


WHO EVER

DIS RESEPECTS THE AREA

WILL BE ANSWERING TO WHAT SOME MAY CALL KARMA

but i am the time keeper
and we have everyone as long as they will - it themselves


Hard 'work' pays off

Dreamers dreaming the impossible
possible

dreamers asleep awake
alive and free

dreamers who answer calls
dreamers who know it all
dreamers with the music you need
dreamers who give you love in need

no matter what


if anything
this is the biggest lesson i've ever learnt riding on this ship

that sometimes you can choose your family
and they are your friends
and that. IS respect.

we walk on sacred ground
inside and out

so mad respect to you
and you
and all of you who pervade the all seeing ocean of cosmicness nice doin buisness

don't mess , tease and test hotline to humor is the peruser of this horizon

and i see we've reached land

we're all dreamers - ghosts driving machines

how many ghosts are drifting into machines these days

i wonder where our perspective can change , when we DARE to dream

;)

any dream
any time

day dream s
reality's gleam , bright awake alive like a sunrise with wine and cigarettes

surveying the coastal horizon  

these people are all calling

screams and screams maybe your not tuned vibrational yet to the symphonies of earths war cry

the sleeping dragon has awoken

you dared to touch her jewels , her gems

you fools.

mine anything- but do not touch her babies

and no
i'm not talking about diamonds - they are not that rare- it's where you value more than money when it shows who cares

there are whole PLANETS made up of diamonds

we talking about home - ourselves

how rare is life ?

well for all we know

we could be the only ones

and we spend time killing each other?

I am the executioner
i have come to give you your wake up call

we are here to do a job

what?  i know what i'm good at ..... (1)


fighting the enemies of truth

i stand for justice

served fairly


Karma is time

i'm talking past lives now

anyway

the point is

we've all got a reason
to be here

go find it

( it- may just be a person too )

or several people ?

or everyone ?

or for no one
ghosts in machines

whatever .

i just wanna say peace
this is my peace which i wrote primarily for me
and we wrote it together
all of us


we need peace
and we need quiet

the old kingdom is crumbling

we are
new

we are the ones who choose

we become our own judges
and executioners

we become our own best friends in the darkest of times
and someone once said

the sun always rises

and what a beautiful that maybe sunrise was

just like black magic

call me the magician

my name is SYD.

and i live in all of you .

Well - didn't i say , we'd be in new spaces ... Harlon Dearest

THey got my email somehow

but i got the pictures before it was closed down

i'm a director now
we found the island
it's great working with ya - just saying ,  mad respect to the living dead

just ghosts floating around in machines

i just wanna love everyone ya know
and make sure they are all fine and happy and tuck them into bed with some cookiesz for lunch and just chill about and yaknow have fun :)


i love you harlon rivers from the day you were born to the single day you died and still in eternal (!)
life is
this .


this . is life and the messages from the bottles are all coming back
and so we just send more
and more

and we send them across time answers and space's questions because those fabrics are real and they leave some zeal and i won't keep it under wraps
rivers flows are free and rivers flows don't have eyes that see
they have eyes that carve and caress and breathe and leave the mess till after

we got the cleaners in at the moment

hART

CLEAN THE HEART
AND THE SOUL
YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

I AM THE WOUNDED HEALER ON THE RUN


WHAT WE FIGHT IS VERY REAL


but don't you worry

i got friends on all sides

heh heh heh

didn't i tell you i was naughty ...but nice

;)


A little drop of poison  doesn't **** the man quickly

no , his punishment is slow and painful

but i dance with the devil

i have a crown of butterflies and black roses

every day i go more and more insane


jokes we all millionaires up in dis hood

ain't a penny that is wasted

we grow our own food -

metaphysically .

*****.

oops and i being rude again. i swear to you this country is a mess

there ain't no country for old men better than the wild planes of I AM ERICA (translation AMERICA: PEOPLE OF NATURE )

LOL THEY GOT YA


HAHAHAHA
WHO ARE THEY?

THE JOKERS


THE ******* NUTS JOKERS

WHO FLY BY NIGHT

TO DEFEND YO ASSS
BY TEACHING YOU A BIG UP LESSON

NO NO PLEASE DON'T STOP ON MY ACCOUNT
IT'S COOL

YOU JUST SHOUT AND SCREAM AND I'LL BE THERE


INFACT
ALL YOU
NEED TO DO

IS PICK UP THAT CALL

THAT MESSAGE

AND WE WELCOME YOU IN


I'M SHOUTING *** SOME OF YA'LL ARE KINDA FAR AWAY

IN DREAMLAND....LOL.

well it must look kinda strange
someone is suddenly without name

steps up to you and hands you a photograph and says that you are wonderful
but i know he does it better than i could
so much better

there's nothing like this is there?
nothing on this planet that could satisfy us we want to roam the stars

with loves at heart
loves heart at hand

good thing someone answered the phone !

that can change everything ....!!!

the steady  undertone of darkness
that i see in me in you
mama ocean's star fish

i knew that i was lucky to see this but i better high tail it out of there fast before mama gets angry - you be steppin on her babies

her babes - all she cares to tend is the babes and she will not stop until they are taken care of
you have no idea

you have no idea , how much it hurts when you **** a child
any thing with a heart beat is sacred

sacred ground that has been birthed from the very earth we pillage from ,

we are killing ourselves
forget killing each other, we are killing our own children -
we are killing the future before it has even begun - making time ,

i , am a woman of nature -
you are a man of nature -

we are the nature that holds steady and rocks hard
we are the star children of mama earth and we are not happy when you squish the creativity  

we won't punish you but mama will
just and fair

Earth MAMA
thank you for your abundance and your care and your energy that pervade the all clearing seeing humus of life
(environmental interested minds - hola!!!)

You are my doctor
keepin health up ,
gimmie what i need, when i need, without me even knowing i need,  

letting me breathe.

easy rest, easy sleep, easy feel, slightly queasy or uneasy, steady me in the storm.

dock into harbour
take off the armour
hear my thoughts like no other
baby you my one time lover but my full time homie
you show me you care in the slightest of touches followed by dancing on clouds and deep sea trenches
we do the things for each other , your home is mine and mine is yours
this is what we feel like when we touch , to me ,
agreement in decisions - trust is golden
coffee and tea , gin and whisky , choice drinks

share a plate
share a bed
share our bodies
share our minds
share , share , share
to infinity and beyond !!

when we out - everyone knows it , we are a pair of lovers who love everyone
because we love ourselves , definitively.

True Aim.

Respect
for the mother and fathers who build this playground for us to roam ,
respect for the floating flowers sweet seed sprouting into blossoms tree
respect for the love of self - selflessly
respect for the helpers helplessly
respect for the boundaries

rises climatic waves crash onto soft shore
breakfast on the patio
what could one ask for more
then a wake up call without using a phone

last night's revelries spill over into today's serenity
sacred ground
sacred sounds
early bird gets the worm they say

share the love
spread the love , doctors healers
love knows no bounds
but seeks to reach each tip of wing in illuminated golden heart seen on first meeting
glows the fireflies
who light up the night time so bright
nor the wonderlusting princesses moving in her own skin with so much filling to the brim
overspilling with kisses and loves
spilt beers and american dreams turn to dust on the desert plains
and the silken haze hangs low across the city
bike riding race styling high flying
we already die to live to give
we already sing to the silent tunes of water droplets
and bird calls
tree's sigh in daylight delight and fight no one,  not even the night for ...


the tree's photosynthesise by moonlight
leaves drink in the cool wise light and give off dreams of softly fading starlight
and laughing at Jamican tour guides....*exucse me while i light my spliff....har har har har.....and over here is the kitchen...

As a consequence of my conscious decision to rendevouz with self centering mind
the power of words to create , to compose the unheard symphonies of small time intricacies and fast ride hair raising cold brushing feet failing wing taking heart soaring , bone marrow crushing delectable yet disgusting .... it's a strange place , yet made streamlined still by the number of multi dimensional  infinities on the horizon sitting on one window sill one space filled,
known in time,
moment of wondering reason and wondering rhyme

no sordid or morbid tune keeps up to long and even then - feeling is feeling's tune
feeling is feeling undue,

feeling all the while whenst the secret encloses of mind unravel and intertwine
check list.

Fretboard harmonies strike bass line discord to form in own accord relations
and relate to late lives past and on time lives present

always running with time not out of it
in dew dipped grasslands
wild horses run free
dragonflies in hair and silver teeth glimmer against the rising sun

pushing each other to the best we can be , we are just the lost kids, found.
gaping holes in chests that need no name or can't be pinpointed by a single needle
that can't be filled by the love of one
but only a pack
only a tribe

running , 40/40 home .... and this time YOU are my homie , i've already run the distance
made it.

gotta feeling , we are gunna win
all of us, in whatever endeavor we feel - beings of this oh so gracious earth whose abundance is a burning flame within the vast cold depths of spaces in refutable habitat , children who never grow up from the mother earths arms - no need - no need - no need - no need for any more running
we've reached the home

and now ,

it's time to Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the specific
pacific there is a hubbub
around the boat
it was a palava!
the foolish fiend
ate Pavlov on the **** deck.

THE END

Beauty is a priority not a luxury
no flower blooms for the ones with cash
no flower blooms for the profit made on each petal

no moon etched night sky wears a for sale sign
no azure blue sky gives change
apart from the fleeting expressions of cloudscapes

You darken light
so shine bright

oxymoron's juxtapositions finding oneself in pondering situations
humor in each step , fairy lights guide the path less traveled
feeling the peace pieces fit together
jigsaws of unabridged meaning

simply seething with the intimate feeling of moonlight
hopping from idea to idea to thought to thought

love's boundaries are naught and love's hugs are many
loves kisses flow plentiful
indigo rivers on far off archipelagos snake into brown rivers flows mixing merging
the same happens in the soul

culminations and starters
Pudding just a little while after

A lot around , a lot within , a lot in addition to the whimsical nature of life's flight of fancy
floating feather drops.

feet buried under sparkling sand,
waves overlapping in colors of dreams
Sky meets water meets earth , define each world in-between
Mountains cities clouds on the skyline
Passion fruit pavlova for the eyes
Hush sprinkle goes the raging waves
who whisper wisdom about thirsty pirates
Hands grab the sculpted sand
Caressed into undulations of small time dunes by the shifting winds
Water , Sand , Clouds , Dimensions
Kites fly delicately in the shining sun who is best friends with the kites

Bali is the Magicians home - an island enclosed in the palm of a mystic glove

Frogs stand , eyeing the ending oceans touches
             Fruit on shoulder - woman walks in front of tanning visitors from far off places
here to grace the island with beach novels and naps.
       Zip wetsuit , speedboat serenade attempts in vain to drown the roar of ocean and soft coo of dove
nor splash of body in pool or the glimpsed brief conversation in passing from no faced strangers

Low and conspicuous hang the cumulus cloud , or could be base of thunderstorms stiring brew.
          Return , Re - Turn to open ended , natural flow of water lines and bike bells toll , to late night samba and leave the propaganda , tender touches and daytime lunch , with night time conversational munch .

we need you
we need you to be you and no one else
we need every ounce of every pinprick of sunlight that shines forth from your soul
this world is changing
we are in a time to be free
we have all we need, and more
but we lack love

so , i deplore you and i deplore myself to find love
in everything you do ,
because you
yes you
deserve every ounce of love that pervades the infinite, hear that , in finite , universal soul
because you are

you are beautiful
and brilliant and wild , you have horses running through you hair and lions in your breath
you are the culmination of every single thing that has ever happened in the universe. ALL of time had to happen for you to happen,
now, if that ain't special ...well...

i don't know what is.

Birthed from the realms of finite
Exist the twilight purple hue
Bruised , sociocultural views
Congregated
Elevations of the so called unholy mundane , the evocative refrains of the woman's vally
Inexplicably shaped by the hands of men who can know no more what to be a woman feels and it is for a woman to feel what a man is

*** sells . *** sells. What condensed canned factory excuse is this ? *** sells , ah then we must continue to **** eah others minds - yes. That seems apt. Seems reasonable.
Oh , it makes money ? Right - quick up on the double put *** on everything ! WAIt! What is *** ? Make it taboo first , then sell it ... Openly ... Wonderful .. Wonderful.. Oh also whilst your at it ... Make sure you coin the word love ... Yes that should bring humanity to their knees... Oh no wait , haha , wait... Also coin the word God, take their faith and take thier hearts and yes make money , oh ... Oh .. No wait , one more thing ... Coin the terms right and wrong ... Stifle their imaginations with doctors notes ordering the consumption of scientific make believe ... Haha I deplore you one last thing .... Take thier children , and dictate exactly how a child enters this world... Cut open the mothers womb , tear it to shreds , call it medicine , call it anything as long as *** sells and money is made...

Do you see what I see ?

I see that this smog , this veil is very , very , very , thin .

And I've seen beyond the ingrained Pre-programmed neuron pathways that exist in sub ether relms ,these rely on the capacity for one not to notice..... Not to notice the infinite joy and beauty in the so called mundane - in the simple observation
Of the one doing the observing .

And beyond that.... Well it all crumbles away... Revealing ( at least for me) the Eden we never left....

i , yes, i , no not I but i in my life so young , have found
God. No , not God, life. No , not life, light. No , not light , darkness.
Oh, i , yes , i , oh.... i , saw , i...

through the rapidly clearing miso soup of my perspective
it is as if each whirlpool of salty broth , clears to reveal a single piece of seaweed
that splatters on the floor as i drop the bowl
oops
paradigm shift.

And just like that , the afternoon light which was just environmental delight becomes a so , essential detailed
prop to the existential conversations baseline drop

later , after i have pondered what this new fangled spyglass lends to my current present
i pick up a magazine by the name of 'Ok!' ... i read only the images and few words in english
i put it down
i have a headache.

i get up , i feel sick
i read the front 'Super Dad'
so harsh , so much pressure to fit into the narrow channeled idea
somethings got to give , this ain't living it's a waiting room for the already dead
Horoscope tells 'KNOW YOUR FUTURE NOW'

at least that's accurate...
( pun)

Carcass of an old
Self
Death paves way for
Regeneration - a service gifted
Within one generation
Without alienation
Dips and follies only culminate in the diamond from coal

My heart sits where he sits
Now, I'm the same wounded healer
No night time dealers beware
We know survival skills -
We are soft but we could ****
Touch the hummingbirds wing
Send fear running  
We quick , we cunning

Evade the fortress walls
Tumble the towers with rose petal showers
Weapon of choice - a smile
Business card states that I spread love and he spreads laughter
You know we ain't after cash
But that's the whiplash

Anyway
We were born to play , so we play it well , better than I'd care to tell
Stay humble leave no room to grumble
Keep the tune light , till we ignite the daytime night

My soul is his soul and his soul is mine
It's not essential so we ignore space and time
No way to express the words that don't flow when the energy exchange is enough to know , my child's father

My lover is harmonies peals and sweet serenading appeals
I , gift , me unto you , the wrapping is golden but the present is still hidden
A surprise for the patient wounded healers healed in each other- ready to heal anew

Both of us - asleep in our parallel worlds under the umbrella of ambient lighting
A shameless copy of the pure sunlight
That emanates from their bodies
When they collide on the material
Plane .

I rest , slightly out of breath
Floating ...
In a little canoe carved with etched markings of ancient tradition - native - to mama earths paintbrush
Offering my naked body sleek with a slight sheen of daytime heat,
my face shadowed by the brim of a banana tree leaf sombrero ,

Lazily drifting into giant Lilly pads , lotus flowers spring up , rich sumptuous yellow suns adorned with skins of deep purple petals
Where I go , I don't know - Rivers leads the way

Curvaceous as my curls the water meanders into Lake Meru

Gently disturbing the pristine reflections of misty cloud mountains
Ripples cascade into the placid watery depths as I dock in where the river meets land , to find the seven nymphs waiting , to guide me home.

All this time , woven into a shirt that is iradeccent as the halo around lady moon as night falls across the vally.

The last drops of sunset burning orange adorn my locks ,

Fire light calls and beckons , dancing flames whisper sensual pleasures and lick my skin leaving residual memories of rooftop nights , but , today we lie on the earthen - hearth falling asleep to the cradling , rocking rhythm that is
Sacred lullaby

Notes got us high on paper wings

Leave these flesh bodies in favour

Of ethereal

And father sky's cloud kingdom - star shine
Coats each kiss in bioluminescence
Forget cloud 9 , this , I, heaven on earth

When we return , bodies paired with dew

Under the blanket of sunrise
Serene

I have drunk from the mountain stream
Clean , clear , free.

Tears are but wisdom distilled . in physical form .
I have already drowned myself , with angry drops
Christened with splashes of joy
To sleep after i exhausted the water supplies
To drift into worlds i hope will soothe me,

But my dreams are edged with fraying tension ,
this is too much , is there no respite , despite this

i think , it's just learning how to relax again after being tense for so long

A long winding road with many *** holes - really , has no one tended to the infrastructure ? - but i do not walk alone
this is divine comfort in the highest
i have passed through the myriad of messes from childhood depression

to emerge blinking - safe on steady ground
i thank my lucky stars to have been blessed with such emotional struggles - for it has given me the perspective , the faith , the desire to out live and out last any ******* .

I didn't realize i would deal with it all now , despite the therapy...it really was my own heart that healed herself

and i won't wait till i'm old and on a shelf to sort out this mess inside of me , i won't let it fester

no time like the present !!
no time like the ****** present !!

Fleeting expressions culminate
in rich tapestries given a chance,
you , tripped over my shoe.
I , touched your arm
We tumbled into conversation , we tumbled out of bed , we tumbled in emotion
history unsaid

Cultures with the same mind , how we are running the game
Tourists who go by the same name a single sigh when words escape our minds

Reeling as the waves roll in.
In ,
In,
In,
The tide is coming out again , we  can walk across the quicksands with the chartered marks written by the corrosive tides , i'd whisper this to you , but there is no distance

Space but an illusion

I align myself with the cycles of the cosmos
I acknowledge my shadow
                           my bright self
i bypass negativity to expansion
        i trust the hidden helpers on my quest
as well as those in plain sight

i could ask you where your from but that's nothing compared to what you wanna get done
tell me about all your dreams , your hopes your wishes the ones you'll get by whatever means

so maybe your mind isn't sweet and maybe your dark to the core and maybe your sorrows overshadow the light that wants some more