To find the serenity of the motherly womb, to submerge in the fluidity of silence, here one can learn to honor their experience of life as a precise pronouncement of each moment, and sense ALL presence as if it were in suspended animation… One must release, let go and dive into the unknown to seek out undercover, underwater….braced and insulated in its deep protective cocoon. To cross through the boundary of known (air) into unknown (water) one must accept the transmutation of the senses which naturally accentuates and morphs our awareness, mainly allowing one to experience the perception of time not as an intangible lightness but rather as an encompassing heaviness of each moment (the timelessness of the moment).

It is in the stillness of this immaculate silence that one can recognize and revel in this Power so mystifying, The Power of complete fluidic unity, The harmony of moving together as ONE. Here is the revelation revealed and the recognition unquestionable. It is here in this spiritual space where one has truly submitted oneself to honor GOD’s immaculate depths.

Within this acknowledgement one becomes able to appreciate the irrefutable resemblance and likeness of this experience to the unity of the shifting energies expressed in the Ethers that is GOD above. There is no fear of wandering aimlessly as you are now moving with the coherence of the cosmic tides forever. In this rapture one experiences transcendence and drifts profoundly in the Knowingness.

I Am Four, Two pairs of Two Indivisible Parts.

My Four is a union between two separate Cores, Each Core is a pair, complete in Function, Merging Components, creating my Four.

There are times of Intented Separation, When my Four becomes Two, One Pair remains, Gone is the Other, they leave to Explore.
Of their Curious Adventures, the Two again return, becoming entwined, amalgamation of Four.

These Souljourn Passages, I deem very necessary, so much to Know, Eternity to See, along the Wilds of Creation, many Creatures yet to Meet.

Every Single piece of plenary Sensation Does Beg to offer my pair to share with my Two, Lingering Two.

Upon the Reunion of Four, the sharing expands of my being, filling Space of my Mind, Enbrazen my Body, Embellishment of Soul.

Communion is a Blessing, a Commitment, as my Promise.
My very own Sacred Ceremony, A Priveldge to Grow, to Seek to Be Whole.

                          §
                    °||V||°
 ­                         §

I find it fascinating when those who know everything about something they claim is mysterious and Unknown are just simply backtracking into full-blown self projected admission that much of the Mystery is all their Own.
To claim knowledge of Others should not be stated lightly, for the arts of the Seer are held with high regard............do you claim your path has led you through fires to See, if so then that is fine Artistry, You See the Mystery, but reflect a confession you see in Your Self.
~ This hall of mirrors is rather tricky , So many times I mistaken my image as creation of someone else.
Humbly so, I offer a caution to be careful in these halls  where you look, distorted mirrors will still reflect, the twisted vision might make you think it's someone else....

Thank you for dealing with my serious sense ability today,  
for that, I want to send 10 billion hugs into the air.
Sparkles everywhere, if I can muster the strength
I'll send another 10 billion Rainbow wishes, for good measure.

Technology shares characteristics of its Creator
It makes logical sense, l mean it is Not immune to the Duality
We are born into the Hansel and Gretel Grimm Fairytale.  The House and it's owner just another Silence of the Lambs....Society works this way under the covers, It works this way, DNA like Code in Computers
The Grande Finale will be quite a show, if Ill Intentioned Individuals decide to use this tool ( good or bad) to sadly be the very Death of Us.

Our Evolution or Ultimate Extinction lies in our hands.
This is nothing other than the situation solely concerning the human condition, if you care to hear my suggestion we all need to pay careful attention especially to our of thoughts & intentions

True lies like undreamt dreams, are unbelievable if believed, undiscovered discovery, and UnLoved Love are Understanding if You don't Understand..

Unknowing Knows All Beginnings must End, then Ending Begins by Unemptying Emptiness, Nothing is Full and All is Unfulfilled

By means of Contradiction, I laid out the proof, words are just words still nothing has been said.

I circle °§° when I'm attending to high priority problem solving...I get that "call", comes at any hour all the time.  
I am a creative, straightforward problem solver, of that I serve a Use.
I don't sugar coat or concern myself with asinine diplomacy when what needs to be done takes precedence over graceful depositary.
  
I'm the bullseye solution spokeswoman, I see past the distractive story, connect the dots, then go in for the **** of the comfort zone, I do not speak enchanting hokee, to smooth the shock of my delivery.
  
I Call it Out for What it is, then lock my eye on each target who owes explanation to my Question, I go down the board until I'm satisfied, Cold Silence lets them shiver just enough to feel the Cold Choices they sold, then I sit and smile with ease, and Offer plausible suggestions to **** the problem, fast, and with no remorse for their poor professional Choice.

We reconvene within the hour.
I listen to their fumbled excuses, but they always impress with a touching integrity, owning their choices made for reasons I understand, but will not stand...
"Gotta keep the Machine running, even when it's broken."
  
I receive official plan of action which I must always find compromise...but immediate action is immplemented, when I get my way, The take down hits'em where it hurts, the sleezy ****...
the **** is no small fish, the **** are the bleep bleep bleep with sanctioning power, so deft proceedings must start the the transition within reasonable forecast and market stability, but last 8 months showing progressive movement towards bleep bleep speaks louder, never trust the newscasters story, bleep bleep, it's looking like we will pull through, but turbulence is never far away.
  
Buckle up, stay cool, this baby  is clear for landing and a safe arrival.

Still I will °§° circle, seems spinnings my thing.

Break to planned position...

there are ways but the way is uncharted;
there are names but not nature in words:
nameless indeed is the source of creation but things have a mother and she has a name.

the secret awaits  for the insight of eyes unclouded by longing;
those who are bound by desire see only the outward container.

these two come paired but distinct by their names.
of all things profound, say that their pairing is deepest, the gate to the root of the world.

-Poem by Lao Tzu

If you're a popper, I'm a bomber
If you're a romp & runner
I'm boomerang & banger

If You're a hot in the sacker
I'm a leather Queen, *** Smacker

But, seriously, En Scene, Cut, Shows Over, Curtain Call

Not one of these Scenarios Describes Anything appealing

Nor Aligned with my Temple of Love, This is Holy Sanctuary,

This is Holistic Prayer, the Ectomorph in Ecstasy.

Body Electric, Full Sense *******
My Mystical ******* is my Body's Prayer to God

Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion
The Ying, to The Yang, Baby....

Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale

A For Instance

To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High
While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay,
Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite

To the Point

Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness

Note of Importance

If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True....

Wholeness is Truth
Truth is Coherence
Coherence is Smooth and Steady
Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really

This I Do Know

All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT

Some will make Life into Art with Dance
To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE
Everyday and Every Night....DANCE
                                                  ­DANCE
                                                  DANCE

  ­              Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All

Dandelion Flights, so Dandy
He's a Swell kinda fella
If you catch him at a proper Hour
He gets the Rosy Red, ya See
Reviews Legends, some about
Storming the Beaches of Normandy
Gritting Power of this Jaws,
Leans in close for Dramatists Pause
An Aged Mouth, the Black of Life
Spits over into his World of Words
Spirits gathering, the Deadening in Delivering
The Tales of the Long Lost Listeners
I Revel in the Imagery, Mindsight Sees
Battlegrounds Soundtrack
The lapping Tide, the remote Tanks and Warplane Engines, the dusty soldiers yelling out commands,
Words too faint to Understand
but the Sound of Fear, Gutwrenching, Rage, Pits of Painstaking, Heroic Strain

I'd so easily slip back in Time
To relive his Stories of Lucid Dreams

WAKE-UP ISN'T CONTRAST

I Only Will my Eyes open
After a Silence has Befallen
My Lids Jolt Open,
As I survey the Scene, Listening, Feeling for any Sign and Everything The Moment collapsed
In to the Present Presence.

Reaching over the Table
I felt for breath and the Old Man's Essence, I sighed and shook my head Knowingly  
This Man who fought all Those Battles and Lived to Tell,  Would not leave in It's Retelling,
not from this World nor the Next
No way, Not this One....He was just One of the many Spirits that passed through from Time to Time, and needed
an Ear to hear His Story...
I certainly didn't Mind...
Ethereal Sport is my Truest kinda Scene.

MATRIX
ALIVE
TELL
MADNESS

APEX
PARAMOUNT
VORTEX
DRAINHOLE
      ­          
                  Dancefloor
                         ­     Ecstasy
                                        LSD
        ­                      HeadTrip
                         Rockface
                  TwinSoul
         AngelDress
                  Accepello
                         Soprano
                               HairSalon
                                          Soap
                               Spring
                        Ocean
                 Tornado
         Tsunami
        
            
                        HIGH HEALS
                        HOT ***
                        WET NESS
                        CAR PARK

SUMMIT
BABYLON
PB&J;
CONFECTION
AERESOL
AREOLA
NEWBORN
PRINCIPLES
                 ­    Who Knows
                       Good Day
                         ||°V°||
                  God BLESS God

What kind of Sin dares Usher in
A devious man to lick his lips, gutteral gasping beneath his Breath
The Wonton Musing oozes a delicious Decay,
The Poured Out drooling, his Power Pulsing, A Foaming Fantasy Power Tripping
~to Control the Spiritual World
at his Will & Command?

Here's what he imagined:
Biblical Bribery.
Blasphemous Forgery
Who ever has the money or an Unbridled hand can piecemeal a Story for premeditated Zeal,
To make for a more attractive Appeal
Why need such profiled Idoltry?

To be Present
at the Moment of such a Powerful Man's Revelation, Spoken for and too You
To be blessed
with ears to hear Him
To worship
At the Alter of Salt
A pillar miraculous,
To Worship Within, in Him, beside Him.
A Scribe Sweats
To write furiously away
for later reference, Thus
Attention is spared and the Sermon Deemed for Organic Lackluster
"Scratch That
Oops
Edit
Kindly Repeat
Didn't quite catch That
Delete
Revise
Rephrase
Two or One spaced per Sheet?
The strain hurts my Eyes
When can We Break for Feast?
Are We Done for the Day?"

Can this be a possiblity
Can a misdirected, Unsupervised
Scrupulous Individual
Not quietly Misquote
The Word trianguled from Mouth to Pen to Paper?
The Words We have come to Believe In??
You Tell Me.....

The Brilliant Sparks that happen often between Kin
Just gets me started on this RollerCoaster I'm In
My Point being, their remain s Onions of Yesterday's
I could Cut right Through to Bring the Coaster to STOP
But that's not a skill shared for my Sake
One must know to Pull UP on the Emergency Brake

Vibrant Vivre
Vivaciously Vibing
Vines like Vices, stalking
Slippery as Serpents
Sensuously
Engulfing
Light into Darkness
I'm Yours now to Keep
How will this ******* Bind Me or Blind Me,
or Bond Me to You?
Will it be Mutual, Consenting
Or Master to Slave?
Who is Predator
Who is Prey?
I could
Engorge
Expand
Explode
Thread shredding Vine
Into Wine Dripping Bliss
Veins seep leaking
Succulent Juice
What once was mine
Was once Stimulating You
The Other Alternative
I'd rather not Pursue
I like the Heat
Cause this Write is a
Freak...Aaaahhhh

Smoke from the Fire © 2003

You tore through the crowd like Light
Then burned like a Fire
I wondered if you just might
Melt my Desire
Oh, but why does it seem that you’re always too far
I never can Reach you
Oh, but why would I feel that I'd need to be near
To Cage and Control you?

Come Back Now…React Now Please forgive Me but you tear Me apart
I Need It…You Feed It
You’re the magical beat of my Heart

So We dance by the Fire
Feeling Cleverly Crazed
We are here, in a flash before my eyes
In a Dream as we drift along the Fabric of Space
On waves that fall and rise ….Like Smoke from the Fire

You’re a Portrait that lacks all Design
A Work of Confusion
You’re Awaiting in Hopes that we’ll find
Your Secrets Within

Oh, but why does it seem that the Search never ends
It’s always Evolving
In a Game we could win if we ride on the Breeze
That knows where It’s blowing

Come Back Now…React Now
I want the Love that you had shared from the start
I’m Deep In…I Sneak In
And push the Tension ‘till it pulls at your Heart

So I’ll take what you give
Just to want it again
The Truth, the Love and the Light
That I’d like to believe that I have growing within For some Peace in my Life

I am the Fire you Dance around when you’re
Dazed
I bear the mark of Air and Space that you Breathe

What I've Got,
I've got a lot
I got a third chance
to Resurrect my Life
Around Two People
Who Love Me, Love Me a Lot
In the Norhwest Heaven,
Heaven sent
A Chance to Reunite
with my Mother, she and I are just now getting a Chance
to get to Know each other.
My Mother's Husband is a Trip
An air of Fresh Breath,
a Mint Condiment
A House of Loving Animals,
Quite a Variety, I might add
A Place to Open my Spirit to Nature's Wonder,
To Let Her In, Hear Her Plea
Walk along within Her Comfort
And get to know the Inner Me
God bless, I've Got A lot.

{ My Poetry Home is not forgotten, I have been transformed by my online Family, I really Appreciate all the comfort and wisdom}

Break the body and give forth freely
What comes back
~ Comes back to heal Thee

Oh, I Know
Why I Love
I have Loved
All of You
Care to Know?
Wish to See?
...I am You and You
Are Me....

Given up, deluxe in Essex
Cornwall, seaside Fortress
Stonehenge, felt the Vortex
One Vision, one idle Apex

Kiss the Haven Sanctum ******
Diligently Lingers the Finger Remix
Vibrate the ring tho Rung Her Nexus
Into New Blue , You beg the Context
Of seeming NonSense, hum my Edifice

I'll give You This, oh humble Tread
I've past the Veil, many lives I've Led
Memory to Full to sustain, Unfurled
This Nomenclature not of this World

Do you want Me? Come then, Explore
Rich, sweet, then Sour, Drink More
Intoxicate, bubbled deep risen the Core
She is Ancient, She is bled, of Iron Ore

Cleanse your Palette, taste must never
Mix, or coagulate, congeal, or Root
Fluidic Fauna, Flower Sauna, Resolute
Cleanse, release into Her, Ashen Soot
Absolute Sanctuary, must enter, Barefoot

It is No Ones Fault but My Own

Come, Come, feed it....Oh fire will grow so much higher cannot wait to watch you Burn....Oh my Desire is Feasting
Come, Come.....
ddrrreeeeeqqquuueeeeee'allahqu'ella

ESHKE

*ishq noor

When She told me I had made a Mistake
I replied, "What, in bed?"
She curled over laughing
Shook her head, "I can't believe that get's You each time!"

HISTORY:
One day's long extravaganza, both so lost, I'd not noticed at what point I had Shape-Shifted.
In a Moment I curved up a breath, instead the Jungle Sound of Lioness Roar
I pounced from the bed, she sprung up in shock, my head propelled the Ceiling fan, down came Sgt. Pepper with Kaleidoscope vision, no majic carpet, just a naked collision, no feline physique except for my hair, She and I sat silent, naked..just stared....at nothing, cause what do you say, what do you do...until finally I heard her softly chuckle, she smiled the biggest smile I'd seen, " Well, I'll never need a drink, no tokes of hashish, We're never leaving this bed, but I think I'll keep you on a Leash..."

~Surmize this a fantasy, hey, a Lady never Tells....

And Parden me,
but on just What side Are You.....??????

SIGN SAYS:

Don't feed the animals....hmmm...just Who is Who???

Again, excuse my Clarify....
Sometimes the hue must shift to Darken Sky
Requires a Delicacy of lace and lash
Blinking an intricate frequency match
in intervals to small to see, so as to be them both at Once into Union Phase Integration

Until the mornings Light Of Day....

Kisses...

Phase Out

I wanted to flow into phrase a general continuum to articulate most prominent my own mood rhythm, just for curious act of putting into words an unspoken knowingness I leave out to hang upon my Space.

I am ready alert as soon as I bring awares to body, I localize and Identify

I am very upbeat, curious, open, observant. I ultimately will let my days activity find itself, because it so wondrously does, every time, to engage in discovery, puzzling, un~puzzling, analyzing, reflecting, and when a bountiful day...Concluding (Always knowing Conclusions are always momentary, discovery, revision, perception, all shift when "New" is incorporating).
I stay bouncy, flexible, studiously refining my personal understanding and then bringing my thoughts and ideas into life in my world to play and check it all out. It's intensive, solitary mostly, always surprise I will find in something.
So, basically, I don't get caught up in attachment. To emotion, perception, definition, judgement, decision, or situation. I am fully immersed in the moment, I just have found a fluidity in movement. I am passionate absolutely, but gladly walk my passion on and on so as not to collapse a density upon the objects of my passions.  

I'm not really a specialist, although I specialize, I enjoy a great variety, I am not afraid to explore and Try.

So, Gladly, I state to Clarify: I am humorous, positive, bravely alive.

GENERALLY.


“To see the world in a grain of sand,

and heaven in a wild flower.

To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

and eternity in an hour.

We are led to believe a lie,

when we see with, not through, the eye,

which was born in a night, to die in a night,

while the soul slept in beams of light.”

- William Blake

Nassim Does It Better:
FROM: THE UNIFIED FIELD AND THE ILLUSION OF TIME: UNDERSTANDING THE SOURCE OF CREATION article 4/23/14

Between your thoughts is a silence which is the unified field, and when you become that silence, you become the unified field, and you become universal. Through the practice of non-attachment, and meditation, all of your troubles disappear because you cease to cling to the changing illusion of reality and you become free to experience what you always will be: pure, infinite, and universal consciousness.

All things already exist encoded holographically within the unified field, the structure of space-time, and it is conscious intention which determines that which is accessed and chosen to be perceived due to its own intentions. Nothing new is created, for it is already present within the field. And it is the highest level of our consciousness which guides us in the manifestation process we call life. We are all expression of the universe, looking back on itself as Nassim would say, and experiencing all possibilities within creation with our unique and individual intentions.

All that you want out of life is encoded within the field. Your intentions and your perception is what determines what you see and what you experience. In the words of Wayne Dyer, “There’s no place that God is not. If this God-force is everywhere, then it must be in you. And if it’s everywhere, then it must be in all that you perceive to be missing from your life as well.”

If there will be a tolerating of a metered Tapping
Of finicky high pitch the flipping of flapping
If domino fingers find dancing refinement as pins in the roll of the promenade brigade

Then command to attention each private and captain, each Sergeant, lieutenant, Commander in Chief, and deputy director,  please seniors and majors...I've called an assembly, I'd like to keep brief.

To even presume some desire is pouncing, waiting in ready to Connect on Command, as if orders have issued external assignment, a repose from an otherwise comical stand.

There is nothing more perfect, and no one more clever, no motive for power 'scuse a Daft Rumour Spreader.

Just simply a-script from a quick keene observer, that was shoved to the seat like some kind of Sacrificial Meat.

In A-gaze, Stiff as Steel-Steering of hands
Gripping heat on the wheel in the front of this Monster Truck Madness Ordeal.

It's easy to jeer, laugh, joke and sneer from the drunk, detached comfort of Stadium Beer.

But, Wait, a Reminder!!
We are all in the Boat!
Don't yell at the driver
Then claim not to Float.

Oh, so I see, it's clearly
just innocence
do forgive me,
Cause it comes from the jarring, and scarring, manure in air, that boasts of boldly stout cheering fanfare, clamoring, yammering, death rally hammering, celebrating dirtiest, grittiest, most Carelessly Daring.

Why would the crowd be gathered if not to service-us with shocking engagement to consummate longing for Death's-Entertainment?

I've always found this sinister trait in human beings grossly Un-great.

I agree....just simply through my Experience.
I understand the fine tuning acquired & required as we unVeil New & refined Capabilities
~Waves of Revelation, surging inside of You
~ as you feel a Personal Amazement of all previous Moments ~synchronized~
in
Cosmical interconnectedness
The Entanglement
~that directed the bigger Picture of the a transformative situation
(Testing Ground).

I realize I gain in blessed gifts for my service through proper conduct, awareness through dichotomous states of Eagle Eye Concentration, incorporating full sensory ~Engagement~
... at the same time I Release a part of my Conscious Attention into ~Extended Awareness~
Bless my Befuddlement...I..I..mean I am having a recent frustration causing conflicting feelings about the role I see Myself contributing as in the Grand Procession of These Kind of Things....

I am mainly Elated , Honored, Focused, Excited, and, Well, gawddarnitt...*** me ma horsee ma...We's gots a good long ride, Theys'alls a'beans tellings....I hears

Oregon , Aura~Gone Away Be
Aura~Come , Aura~Came Me
Aura~Wash, Wash away Me
Aura~Fresh, Rest so Freshly
Aura~Rest, my Head Rest Lightly
Bless You, Oregon, Aura~Lighly

In No Strange Land

O World invisible, we view thee,
O World intangible, we touch thee,
O World unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air -
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?

Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!
The drift of pinions, would be harken,
Beats at our clay-shuttered doors.

The angels keep their ancient places; -
Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.

But (when so sad, thou couldst not sadder)
Cry; - and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

Yea, in the night, my soul, my daughter,
Cry, - clinging Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water
....

Deleted for reason unnecessary.

Meant only as a warning to be seeded for a cruel intention gathering.

Laddered In Lined up aggressive  position, I let to provoke, thus, to piled up Aggression , I knew it I,  too many times ,  my Grace be shown,  so let the balance slithe , till-so  recalled, receiver~ it Must be, a patient instinct  who be to believe her, so seed uncased tho no verse will remain, it is born of balance, born  & braised , to be removed, so leaves no trace.

When you're ******, baby
And I am drunk
And we make love
It seems a little desolate
It's hard sometimes not to look away

And think what's the point
When I'm havin' to hold this fire down
I think, I'll explode
If I can't feel this free now

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin out
In your cold

When I feel loved, baby
I join the road
And the world moves with me
And I feel love start just slip away
Silently, quietly take my things and go

And think what's the point
Think where's the hope when comin' home

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin' out
In your cold

And if you find one day
Find some freedom and relief
And with this freedom maybe
Maybe you will find some peace
And with this peace, baby
I hope it brings you back to me
Bring you home, take me home

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin' out
In your cold

Oh, take me home
Oh, take me home
When you're ******, baby
Take me home
Oh

"What's in the basket?", I asked her...
...she laughed nervously ~ slipped her head to the side. Her eyes looked up, ~ that's when I saw the moon.
I swear I saw the moon,
I pierced through to the moon to see more of the moon.
Moon
  Mesmer
     Motion
        Ocean
     Canyon
  Quiver
...oh How am I wondering Where I can to Find that something...
and just as I thought I had...it was  then I saw a star behind the moon.
I didn't know there was a star behind the moon?
I thought she must know... she has too, right?
Her giggling, widening eyes, coy suggestion, I might be right.
"Why do you always ask me those silly questions we both already know, anyways, Goof,".......she touched my arm as if for stability.  Tentatively, gazed up at me with a sideways look.
" I guess I always enjoy a quick trip to your outer space, I always seem to find something New."
".....so, anyways, What's in the basket?"

Instant Time Travel

From the Swirl comes the Structure,
In the Structure feeds the Flow and the Flow maintains the Focus.

So we can deduce, much like the pattern of life, it begins as Freedom, like colorful movement exempt from rule, while the other extreme, the skill obtained of Focus & Form, akin to miraculous mystery, wise sensuality, from royalty born.

Can you see the Procession, in difference yet alike?
Infancy is always Free,
from Wisdom comes Sight,
the Master of Vision,
Magical Majesty,

    ~Immaculate Precision.
    ~A Rainbow in the Light.

Deep unto the dreamy wood, Walk We, one Faire to ‘nother
Swift~ Shift , Slighted plea, what cares of Gnomonic Clemency
~ divide amongst they~ who do not know or see
~ forever possess perverse tales to talk away the mystery
Swift ~ Shift, Acrimonious Possession, Sudden urgency
Cares Not~ Divide amongst Gnomonic Novelty ~

Coming birth of Elementals
entrancing ingenuity foreseen such heavenly conception
Ironic irreverence of Elements pure Majesty
Still in Expectance of blessed Faire’s redemption
They ~ who do not care will never know and ought never see.

This is about Strife.
The way one Group must always find flaw with another Group, finding all the differences to hate, ignoring any similarities to love.

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

Well~Come on Up
I've not much Time, but I've brought the Love
ReCreate This Right
And Move Us Through to the OtherSide
Alas! Know We Show, Our Heart is Real no matter Where We Go
...Null is Right to let the Breath of God just pass Us by...
That's Why
Why I Try
and We Try
ReCreate This Right
...I did not Want to Know, now but I See What's been going on.....

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

So Above still We Hover so...
In Dead of Night, from Above, Below
ReCreate Our Light
Reflect it back for the rest to Shine
Alas! We show, our Heart is Real no matter where we go
ReCreate this Right
And Move Us through to the Other Side
The Wildest Write
To leave Their Legends and Lores behind
With Words they Show
For those with Mystic Minds to Know
We all want to believe and All can Conceive what's going on!!!!

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

Funny how simple poetry, beautifully unchanged in time. Is met with prose of those with guilt and blame and abandonment and the withdrawal of love or acceptance.

Amazing what a soul sharing simple beauty must pay for the sufferings of those she does not and has never known.

Now that is food for thought and that's to much to think about well, ***** to be....

That's more like it anyway.
Twas my pen name for years.
~ I just try not to splinter and multiply to much anymore.
They say multiple personalities isn't good for you.
I don't quite agree, it just depends on how you work with it.

Gotta change my calling card and business card and letter V. Some back of girl with toppled hair has declared her V.  
Go for it doppleBanger version V!!!

Congratulations !!!! Yeah!!!!

You know what I've been fantasizing about around my projectory...besides some stimulating evening entertainment...I like the art of BellyDance. It's sensuous and extreme mastery of smooth kundalini up and around the body.
Yeah, right...I know.
No, but seriously, imagine man, our own Island. Yeah, our Own Island. The Crew would celebrate the SkyClad Moon around a wood fire, the tribal drum patterns interlacing trading Ecstasies of rhythm beat into our hearts coherent waves generating yes by us, through us, into the night's Enchanted Moon. 
Oh she and her seductive powers moving tidal waves into the hours splash crash and receding just to come back for more. You Know What this is about you know what it stands for
yeah, and if we want to bring it into our human sexuality, mating powers, let's trade energies why not talk our bodies into majesty
~ see what happens• usually magic from my memory I like magic I like cosmic kinds of bliss in exchange for a mystical talk with God~ Lets work it out. Of man & ladies ...you know, all the crazies, no end to the amount of this kind of party. let's make the magic happen this doesn't have to stay imagination I know how it manifest and if you have questions come see we will figure out the rest ...
imagine

Who likes to inspire from the bowels of experience??
Or like some amusing fools, the excrement of ignorance????

We share for Inspiration, Connection, Resurrecting Thought Provocation.

Now We is not All...Some write words worthy of a toilet stall.
....Let the Toilet have it's Magic...for such Excrematory Occupation.  Go sit with yourself on your throne and write to your @#~$#@ Content...


(This is for my utter bewilderment...why pollute something I pray stay sacred...Again, I realize this is my opinion...Maybe I could open my mind to poetic profundity./. I acknowledge my judgement call..I have a standard, and it's my fault if I am disappointed....

I hope the Creative Kindred I Appreciate and Cherish know... We are We together forever...Writing Poetry