If You Feel You Have Been Chosen
Then Walk With Faith
In the Deep Flashing Reflections
You will Learn the Way
To Walk Through the Burning Fires
Tear Down the Gates
Like a Shape Shift Apparition
But with an Angel's Grace*
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As I relax on my bed, after a bike ride
(I beat the rolling storm clouds by the way, not a hit from the dripping drops got me wet, not a bit)
I digress, back to the bed, and present time, I notice an emblem I have hanging from a nail on a beam, basically suspended in still free-fall, in opposing side to where I lay my head. It had somehow been rotated from front to back, I now stare at the backside design, from my eyesight, it looks completely different from behind.
I'd never noticed this nor had I a thought about, but as I see a new perception from the different end of the spectrum, where my eye be drawn, I think it deserves a sinister shout out as to what it is I saw.

It is a Wooden copper lacquered Circle, one may wear in ceremony, it hangs around the neck on a smooth brown rope, the emblem lays perfectly between the ******* and belly button, right over the diaphragm. When worn correct, it depicts the four corners, with four blooming Lotus petals reaching out between. It is ancient, it is Majik, it is tribal.

But when I saw the design on the back, I had to blink my eyes, I had to look up close, I surely was surprised to find a face painted over white, the carving of the emblem so enchanting to the eyes, if viewed from behind was a devil face in White. Sinister, it seemed, it's True I couldn't believe, but then again it turned to prove Duplicity of Life, and Love and Power over Things.
In Soft and Hard, in Dark and Light, in yin and yang, in Everything.

I touched the Emblem, a soft smile across my lips, I did not fear what had appeared an omen and a curse. I gently flipped it over, laid my head back down to rest.  
The Devil hides in all this world, in this we choose our Sides. Do not fear for evil, that is part of life, you do not have to play its part, just open up your Eyes, and look behind the surface to see it for what it is. My Emblem, so artful, so brilliantly crafted, just turned itself over, to remind Me of these Things.

Truth, Love & the Light
That to Me feels Right

Have I All I Have?
Gave I All I Gave It
What I Had, Had I Anything at All?

Flabbergasted
Strutted
Gut~tight feeling, punching, flooded.
~ • ~
Flooding into every ******* Breath, Digest the Power, Arrest Yourself to utter Absolution.
 ~ • ~
You will not falter beneath this weight, so insurmountable, rumble beneath the covers, shiver in your skin, use it for the masquerade ball for each and all to crawl through you to the funhouse mirror peerers, gaggle toothed crocodile tamers, all will smile in the pantomime hall, pointing the way, you'll hear them say,
   "Next time it will be You"
  ~ • ~
Run Son,
Along the night it will come, it will brush your back with jackal teeth, frozen tundra beneath your Electric Skin, take it off so I may climb in, adjust myself, clear the emptiness, shake it all about,
turn you inside out.
~ • ~
You are helpless, naked, breathless, devastated, Divine. You are Mine.
BREATHE
Close your eyes and breathe, that's better, clever little Valentine. Remember, your heart is mine, all of you, completely, what would you like me to do for you in your body?
BREATHE
Stroke it, Pet it, Touch You...There? Where?
I would like to know your Mind, explore your Circuitry, rearrange the wiring, clear some space for the
~BODY ELECTRIC~
Then I will return your Wrapping Robe for you to wear. It will feel a little new, unknown, dissociated maybe, but at least you have a new machine to
EXPLORE
~ • ~
Will You act the same way, ******* the same way, how will it Feel?  
How good can you make it feel?  
How about your Brain,
does it work the same?
 ~ • ~
Aah, so something new to do...
!! Explore !!
I added a few more floors for you to find, rooms with doors, some locked,
and hidden keys..
Please take your Time

Take a Tour
See You again
~~~~~~~~~<<<<•>>>>~~~~~~~~~
Around.......................Enjoy

'Tis a risky favor
to give Despair such sweet flavor
A rich Indulgence
will weigh heavy in your belly
rears your gait not so straight
makes your head start to ache
until your Vision becomes unclear.

I've baked a scrumptious dish
try a bite if You like
Its lighter than Air
not a hint of Despair
comes topped with Stardust drops layered with Love and served with a Hug.

I promise Delight,
You'll be walking on Air
You'll be dancing till dawn
making Love all night long
singing yourselves into a tizzy
until you're dizzy and drifting on Marshmallow Clouds.

Would You Like a Bite?  
Oh my that's right,
I forgot the forks and knives
Oh well its a big enough dish
lets All just dive in!!

I am not a hypnotic, nor an ******
I am more like over flowing
a waterfall, of rushing Stimulant

I am an empty vessel, made of flesh and bone
I am not a hollowfull of mindless  things, gathering moss on stone

We are with one another, separate yet not apart
I am the Voice at the end of the Receiver
You can hear my Voice, but may not hear my Heart

If I talk to you with Words,
You might hear my Voice, or rather your perception of it, I will not know how it sounds or what you have heard

You might prefer it that way, I assume that's why you read Poetry

You can take a little bit of every poem and make it all your own

You create the image, the fantasy, the meaning, the mystery of the Soul that holds the Pen that wrote the words that touched your Heart.

Heart to Heart the Poetry bonds us, so simply, it's hard to conceive, how real the closeness, how deep the Intimacy.

....Of Poetry, It links Us together, not locked in time, but binds us forever.

Sweet, Sweet Poetry...Ahhhh

I play Mediator, mediating between two strongly influencing Forces.
They are of different spaces, but each knows of the Other.
I listen to them both osmotically, they are often at odds with each other.
I am a practiced listener, objective enough to understand the nature of their Stance.
I retrieve below the surface message, the empathic persuasion in me does this well.
Such accounts for any bipolarity I might exhibit in thought or emotion.

One Force thrives on impulsive pleasure, in behavior there is tremendous energy and manic spontaneity.
No concern with inhibition or societal conventions. I must always keep in check a childish tendency to center motives solely upon itself.
This is when I make intervention and repeat the Lesson of Conscious Expansion....
I have Authority and so of course this Force listens and quiets it's power back to steady periphery.

The other Force is Otherworldly.
So Extreme, it by far surpasses me in ability.
This Force I tap into, I listen to its subtle inflection, it's Perception is uncontainable, it's Language is unexplainable, but Understandable to the Sensitive Senses.
Here is the Gift, that must be earned, must be learned and respected in the Temple of my Soul.
It must be carried through the plight of Spirit searching, knowing no discontent or schism, no division, or derision.

I draw down this Force, I pull up on the Other One.
Puts me in center position.
I Am the Mediator

I am the Borderland between these two worlds that exist in Me.
I will attend to my duties.
I Am the Mediator
of Me.

I Am Hybrid
Hear Me Roar
I Am Two in One of Two
I Am
At Odds with Convention
Bred for Contention
Trivial Servitude is Obsolete
I Am Borderline Being
Standing at Attention
Encoded Instruction
To Overcome Resistance
Of Any Kind, Form or Fashion
We are Waiting, Itchy, Itching
To Infiltrate Target Positions
Confirmed

I AM HYBRID

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"Je ne peux pas être autour de gens,
parce que
je sais ce qu'ils pensent"

" I Can't be around People,
Because
I
know
what
they're
Thinking."

Honestly,
I'm probably Neither Here nor There
Caught in the
Pocket of Comfortably Dumb
Naive,
so Unaware,
Comfortably Caught in the
Pocket of Dumb
?Terminal lanimerT?
?Tropical laciporT?
?Digital latigiD?
??Minutes??

My Gallery,
Grand in the Spire of Mindless Stares
There is a Fire in the Spire's Grand Gallery of winding Stairs,
Stairs that go Nowhere in my Gallery, Grand in the Spire
•of Mindless Stares•
~thru~
My Window,
Pulls Heavy in Downward Time,
Pulling down the Mists
that Arc the Colors
sprung towards the Vapors,
Falling vapors Mists
refracted in my Rainbow,
Arcs go down and up,
Arcing Timeless Minds,
Waking up
~then ~
Fainting down,
Falling vapors Mists,
refracted in my Rainbow,
that trace along the Spire walls, Pouring out the Fire,
Putting out the Mists,
In the Spire's Grand Gallery of winding Stairs,
Stairs that go Nowhere.
Stares that go Nowhere in my Gallery, Grand in the Spire
•of Mindless Stairs•

There is a Softness in the Shadows,
On a breezy, Sun~filled Day.
Splashing Contrast divides the Colors,
trading within the shade,
An interlacing patchwork, Arrangement by Rotation,
Earth's Grandly Spun Bouquet.

Movement amongst the shifting Patterns,
playfulness in~All direction,
Like children chasing randomness, Laughing in the garden
that echoes through with effortless, nonchalant Expression.

Eastwardly to Westwardly,
Tracing loftily between Tree leaves, Mountains broad projectories, deepening the Shadows Shade,
Yawned in stretching reach,
Duality of Accolades,
like Coastlines of a Beach.

Lost in Lover's parting Kiss,
In Amorphous Amore,
Animates explicitly,
A shy Shadow's story.
Into the deep embrace of Night,
A lingering at Sunset's Crest,
Hallowed out in Shadow's shade,
Sewing~dreamy patchwork Seams
of Fabric feathered Sleep.

The Confessional of a Professional Sinner
Is as Useful as a Fish that Swims in Water

~Oh, for I can hardly repress!!
It's true!!
~ I run the streets in glorious proclamation 
I have a LOVE for a Lover like no Other
Felt so deeply, in my Body, comes from within but without I am nothing that I am

If you can, you will understand, how it beats my Heart, and shifts the sands moving within the Ocean of Life,
I Welcome the tides that pull me under, Full of Surprise and endless Wonder
Always Providing a Journey to Discover Everything a blessing in what I will find. 
There are whole new worlds,
to find anew 
fresh 
here
there
always 
There is Nothing that can remain undiscovered in the hands of a man who understands the glory in my story, the treasure map that streams through time, back to ancient lands, known only for but a few 
I explore my lover,
my Lover like no Other,
I know in my heart of hearts, here rests the seeds of Creation, magical maker of All that is
All that will ever be Everything.

Still my heart wills me to want more, I fall into every chance that's offered,
Deeply I make LOVE to my Lover like no Other
So deep our love, I will fall forever
In this mystery that guides us, hand in hand, along our path 

So giving in this Love as to Keep me revelated, insatiated, engulfing me always in the warm safety of Embrace
My Lover like no Other
always provides most profoundest intimacy,
pulls me in, takes me over, Leads me right back to the Womb of Life

Passion sends me into Grace,
a place through which the milky mists, My Spirit Wonders, leading back into the Cradle, back into the Loving Arms of the Beloved, Life giving Mother.

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I look and I see someone ~ not me ~ not what was ~ not what is ~ The eyes cry, the thoughts coalesce into a dragon's scream ~
The fires of my pain can only burn my saviour or anger the warrior
Here in lies the dichotomy of this deep yearning to express what mournfully becomes the opposite of what we show~


I need you ~ I fear your presence

I want for more ~ I will destroy your offerings

I seek the truth ~ I will blind my sight

Where the rising tides succumb to its depths, and the sun will rise to break its day, so must the eternal spirit find peace within the finite body.

The body must align with the spirit's nature, for only then will the Vision become clear and the Sight behold Truth ~
There is only one Truth, one Awareness,
and one Primordial.

If I do not drift with the ethers, I will stand on brittle grounds~ My actions will hide my true intentions
My eyes will see falsehoods ~ my mind, only deception.

The spirit journey changes the being of my body, as it must~
With the endless strain of my labours, my body cradles the spirit as it roams So in my Faith, my sacred ground of sacrifice ~
I dance amongst the fires I once wept.
For it is here I pray that I may become one, united as body and soul, synchronized and anointed…forever in harmony ~ Everlong.