Copy you this, and properly that
Under a tow o'prudent MeOrKat
Fate maybe or Folly, makes deeply enticing. I cannot commit, I'll take the time. It's ripe to spin into oblivion the numbers phase outly In, a swirling feeling is Beginning Again, a rush, On Us I must be going back Inly out.
And vaguely so~So please forget or just don't Know - what matters now if we never do Go?

...so therein
           within flys
my Wonder-vaulted
           Focus

I return the Call to my Attention
              ~single-pointed~
Hocus~Pocus

...­and it is Here, My Dear
           that I could
care to dare to bare the Stare
           from where
the Heart-Center feels so
                  Aware

I close the windows of my Soul
            to Open wide the
Doors inside
            for Me to See
my Hopes and Dreams

Of lapping tides
      Breathing
rhythm like
      Symphonies
            
                  this Be my Sight
        Everywhere and all Around

Beyond the old, into the New

with
  Wonder-vaulted
      Focus

             ...*I search for You

Assume,
PlayKate Me, It Was so I Am
wither Fancy, it's usually better in the sequel, trust Me
Or don't - I have no zeal to cruel Law
PlayStraightly, indigenous ShameMan
Lord be Rule of this Land.
Because You Can.
Presume

•[{For my Earthen Brethren, The spirit man is Shaman. Of this Grace, I do not speak of in prose above. This is reference to false offenders. Not True Heart Soul Tribe, pardon please if there was heresy on my part.}]•

What will it take
Reaching out with
Supple touch
Such soft things
will suffer well

All good things
wait in hiding
with the Cresent
moon behind barren
tree branches
on the Other Side
of the night sky

All bad things
Cancel, Cancel
replaced with
Joyous Ease
Abundance
and Wonder
for All and
Everyone

Now I feel better
her Majesty
has come
The hum of the cold
still night strum
me into morning~

Ahhh…you, yes You
…You know,
it’s in the motion
Funneling
Swiftly
Unrelenting
in the follow-through
Persisting
Politely
Unyielding
until too
deeply
with gravity
hooks that hold me
together much better
leave me
such a tease
to have been baited from
those who rest among
the Placid Pond.

Ahhhh…you, yes You
…You must,
Trust me to breed seeds
wild and much bigger
Sprouting out
from the past
walk-about shoe's
aftermath
of my grooves
& the steps that I take

Five hundred and twenty eight
hertz a lot sweeter
the more trips that you make
On Love’s circular soundtracks
Another round of aftershocks
& Gods' greatest flashbacks.

Ahhh…you know, yes You…
…You now,
Avert eyes straight
A head of You
Shift faces
into
five-
dimensional
View.

Super-vision is suggested
but not yet required
of the diametrically
opposed Divina
to whom you've inspired.

Dreams stream meaning anxious grieving like I'm lost in freezing frost cracking crisis vast madness condensed in a sense I wake dense heavy and weary confused and crazy restless as the fury who knows something is coming closer~closer still closer dust to dust flaming flashes my ashes to ashes until this life too passes.

Distinguished* ~ one seasons' stronghold
Lavished ~ yet it leaves no mark
Harkened ~ still it bleeds no stain on us
Ravished ~ some lost to the dark

My King!
My Queen!
My Majesty!
You state your Name by Divine Decree,
yet Silence has claimed your Kingdom.  

For Eye could cast one trillion (1,000,000,000,000) sparkles into the night and no one would care to notice.

What a shame, says Eye...too wrapped inside.

Tho' one day soon a Flame unfurls and
wisp-ers condense into new Worlds so that once again we must all commence the Journey to reclaim our Innocence.

*"Lions, Tigers and Bears...Oh My"!!!

The time has arrived
to come back correct
to say the things that
remain unsaid

the futile mind
in heaps and piles
can rearrange into files
in cabinet drawers that
go on for miles
slam them shut and
give me smiles

we dance our fingers
over paper pasts
to understand that
nothing lasts and
with this freedom
I build my kingdom
in Honor of...

forever come what may
my shining face will praise
the words I choose to say

look up to the night
the sky says it all
I've been
chipped
shattered
battered
to the core

please be gentle

I feel fragile and small

its only this moment
but this moment is real
just as the flip side
shall rise to the front

*please understand compassion is key
I have it for you, please have it for me

I walk in, You walk out
You climb up, I climb down
I move farther from You
in search for the Truth
from outside
to remind myself
of the feelings inside.

Of destitute transgressions,
I failed to mention what's jarred or come loose, is now hanged from the noose. Battered and Bruised are the Eyes of the Wise,
Driven to hide inside
caves dark and far from the Lies.

I walk out, You walk in
You climb down, I'm climbing closer to You in search for the Truth for Time being without meaning, flocked and flayed around the Rack ~ taken aback beyond our Youth in spite of the Proof, We are praying to play, sprayed and sprawled against the Wall, taking shape and design, in part quite Divine.

The sharpest part is plunging in, opening to
Rise in the Truth
from outside
to remind yourself
of the feelings inside.

Come to be
Then in the Night
Redeemer of what is Right
Light up this Love
that you speak of

Be our crescent hint of Hope
What else remains...remains
Of this time and space
feeds sustenance like
Tree sap and Earth
un-Earthed
Birthed
Monu-mentally

Sacred
and
Holy.

We have Minds
That know no bounds
Thoughts as Sparks
We send them out

On Golden Wings
The Conscience Sings
A symphony of Energy

One Age ends
Another begins
No more
will the horror
carry over

Just resounding ~

Sounding
Strings
Vibrating
Harmony

Sacred
and
Holy.

Come to be
Then in the Night
Redeemer of what is Right
Light up this Love
that you speak of

§~«°⊙°»~§*

the Excitement in the air is
welcome Refrain~
all blissfully blue and clear.
Charm-ing entanglements everywhere
boldly declare a holiday.

Take a break, implode the mystery~
Knowons faithfully pulsate
the heartbeat
of everyone, everywhere.

Do you dare to be aware?
let's learn to share our intimate existence :)

Ecstasy lures Me, oh so Willingly I will phase by, in and out of Common Mind, blurring by on Uncommon Ground.

You might see me drifting in a daze but I am not in your World, my unfocused pleasure is my Ecstatic Treasure. My unfocused Vision allows me to see Uncommon Things. I can see the Wisping Ether rushing by, I can see the quarks pop in and out of this space and time. I will dance to movements of Sound orchestrated within me, automatically.

I will speak from the higher mind, smiling, unknowing of the profound parable uttered from my kissed lips. I will spin visionary, I will body electrify, currents of energy flow in and out of my body and the air amperage jumps with Joy.

I will rise up in Trance and share my spinning Energy with All like ripples in a Pond. I will stay awhile just as long as I have been allotted by the Hand of God.

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}

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||°
 ­                         §

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.

Contemporary Interest disguised in shades of Grey Fog, rolling down low obscuring my Visionary Focus of what's to come ahead,
distorting the form in shifting shapes, countering Convention, confusing illusion. Abstract obscure object's tenacity of Structure.
All solidarity is slurred in deep intoxicating mists.
A pale Raven in the distance, the portal opens, much to more will come from Nowhere to Here.
My caution blows with a still wind I blew into, take me onward inwardly.
Some things must persist.
All things approach Nowhere sometimes.
I'm reminded of the Forrest Train dream I survived as a Child. It all was appearing, so fast the Air and Trees, so fast my Heart, deep beat of Fear, such Panic of what was to come, and it would materialize from Nowhere World, and manifest in the Mists, a Forrest Creature.
He jumped from the Green, out of the foggy night, and grabbed me on the moving Train. Like a Gnome from Gargoyle Land. Big Sneered Nose draping dark red cheeks, a growl of stained Teeth shook me, same as this Fog does Here.

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.

In the North Rock Lands, many Centuries past, our tribe took to Journey the Land during turning blossom season, when days grew to cast shadows stretch to lengthen Light of day.

The Clearing Ritual set many of us vital in Life to find relationship with the truest nature within Oneself. A small group would start out together, never staying together to long. As One found truth by the rushing rivers, Another followed the Bird's Song, some found deepest reflection in snow covered Mountains.

I parted ways when a whispering of tribal drum drew my ear to solitary call. I followed the haunted chant of a weary Wisdom, a Voice that broke in wailing acceptance, painful experience, and croaked from dark dirt of Life.

I continued instinctively not care for danger, for I knew this Voice knew me. It resonated its pitch right in the pit of my stomach, hungry to know.

I found myself walking up a dry dusty hill topped in plateau. There I saw in close distance a Man sitting, feather necklace, fair hair, and leathered skin. As I neared, he paused midair and placed his wood flute to his tired lips.

It was the Song of Welcome, I knew it well. I reached my last step next to him. He stopped and faintly uttered words beneath his breath. I asked what say he. He did not turn but looked straight into the air before him to repeat,

"It's not easy to please me
As I am my own worst enemy"

Taken aback I replied,

"In a World full of Foes
Who needs another one of those."

He wailed into the setting Sun, growing small and still. Then he turned and looked right at me, silently awaiting. I stumbled out words pertaining to Truth, searching, seeking the Wisdom of things.
A body heaving grunt, deflated his stature. He smiled slowly, cracked lips, rose even slower to face me, eye to eye.
Spoke words I took home with me, never to forget,

"Lack not in Motivation
Just not the kind that belittles your Vision
Lack not in Discipline
Just not the kind that leads your mind inside a Prison
Lack not in Passion
Just leave for Death, the Deadly kind
Lack not in Laughter
Just not the kind that pleasures from pain of Others
Lack not in Love
Put not Self in the Center, nor direct with selfish motive, for that be a kind of Boomerang, like backwards travel, the black of white, a dungeon, a death trap.
Just know this, There is no "I" in LOVE.
If you break apart from the Circle, in service to Self, you will die alone in the mirror of EV(I)L."

I returned the Clearing strong in Truth, and danced the Winged Clan dance, three sips deep of the Sacred Fruit. I lost my former claim of Self and chanted in the mists of the New, Clearing Cleared to be Honored as White Horse with Eagle Eye. That is the name I am called by my Tribe.

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....

To Test a Question of my Intention,
I'll Inquire with my Body,  
Physical Biology never Lies,
Nor My Body biased,
Every time follows Laws,
Same as Electricity,
Although Complex in Circuitry,
Wired through a Battery,
Powered by an Essence,
The Source is The Presence, Inexhaustible,
All Pervading
Supreme SuperConsciousness
So when I need to check myself,
I check myself with this Test,
I run the Question through my body,
If my muscle holds its Strength,
I know the answer's True,
If my Muscle breaks it's Stance,
More Thinking I must Do.

My Irony is Rusted Dusted, powdered Poison, Brittle Carcass, Cracking Structure, Morbid Reminder, Decay, diseased, Dismantled, Weather Worn, Imperfect.

My Body is Toxic, Sieve of seeping Radicals, free Militia, Marching Madness, Freely Feeding, expelled in Sewage, draining, Septic Seraphim, Godly Sequester, What have We Done?

I'm not Done yet Son, Daughter come, Drink from my River, You are Young, just begun your trek to Eternity, knocking on Doors, Breaking them in, finding your Heart, hidden within, Walls left to scale, True Heart prevails, Do not Fear, your Instinct is Clear, Concise, Ruthless, You Fight for it all to come Down...
Everything Must Come Down
Decimate Foundations that are Outdated, Misused, Faded
Bring to Rubble the Cracked and Broken
Let it Die, rejoin the Earth, recycled and Dead

Come together, Bring yourselves, your Truth, your Tools, your Dignity

Let us All Rebuild the World We Want To Live In.
No More the Voice of Treason
No More Must We Comply
It's Time for Renovation
Renewal is in the Tough of our Skin
The Rough of our Hands
The Strength of our Heart and Will

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....

It IS...
a kind of Peace
hidden underneath the
Darker Veil.

Forgotten tenements
driven out by the Pale,

Intimate utterances
worthy of a mourning
Kings' tears
may trace sounds
of blood Red roses
rising in his moistened
garden grounds.

Forgotten tenements
driven out by the Pale,

It IS...
a kind of Peace
hidden underneath the
Darker Veil.

V||§||V
Not to ever come this way, to late, I have
Impulsive quandaries of selfish pleasure
To go from searching to soaring mad
It wasn't had, not to ever come this way again
I lay not so harshly with regret, my actions sought ancient delicacy, potent
Dilute substitute, or lure be lazy, it's amazing how my brain is changing, for the good, I am grateful, if truly Time is able to regress, I confess starting over for the best, lay to rest, I must accept, not to ever come this way again.

                      *°|§«»§|°
Served its purpose, now I know to sever such a sweet piece, grieve my lovely, ***** dust, this I must, keep moving on, forward, let it bury deep beneath, in a tomb, sarcophagi, another life I lived and died.
At least I can say I gave it a try.
Boy, did I.

                 **~°»|{\/}|«°~

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...

Four Freedoms Under Siege Serialized

"In the future days which we seek to make secure, we look forward to a world founded upon four essential human freedoms."

The first is freedom of speech and expression-everywhere in the world.

The second is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way-everywhere in the world.

The third is freedom from want, which, translated into world terms, means economic understandings which will secure to every nation a healthy peacetime life for its inhabitants-everywhere in the world.

The fourth is freedom from fear, which, translated into world terms, means a world-wide reduction of armaments to such a point and in such a thorough fashion that no nation will be in a position to commit an act of physical aggression against any neighbor-anywhere in the world.**

--Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
Annual Message to Congress,
January 6, 1941

Glorious Procession!
Stampede Proud and Mighty!
Gale~Wind Force could not stop this forward progression, such determination is note~worthy!

Under the Canopy of Tree Leaves, We watch from afar, silently a-gasp, still in silence, We watch the March of Structured Beings not of this Place and Time.
We know of our Elements and call it Home. We know of our common companions, our neighbors and friends as they too know of Us, but we do not know of these proceeding Beings .

As the latter of the soft Earth rest back to the ground from which it had been disturbed, I slowly turned to my Clan, and gathering,
"There is to be a Great Declaration, a Meeting of Minds that must find agreement on Middle Ground, for this is the Time of Conviction, no longer will they be Unheard."
There was a rustling of agitated whispering among Us, for We had seen this before.
"Let us go to Assembly, We must Prepare."

My Clan in the Canopy, soared, swung, and jumped down through the Trees. Some of the Others galloped, some spun Merkaba, surely to be there first, some fluttered by humming a pleasant frequency as they passed, still others flickered in and out of vision, always appearing in different spaces, One never knew their pattern of movement. In times of play many of us would place bets, laughing at our poor presumptions. Few of us ever guessed their appearance correctly.
But now was time for serious discussion.

I walked to the Center of the Circle Assembly and looked around at all the myriad faces of all the myriad races. I prayed for our safety and peace.
I looked up to the Sky,
"Whence They Came, They must return, after their piece be shared, let them understand, this Land is Our Land, and no fight do We want, this is where we were born and where We belong."
An overwhelming Sound reverberated the Ground in agreement of the Circle.
"We shall commence the Peace Invincibility Ritual at the Moon's Peak, the Priesthood will lead in Prayer. We will send our wishes to their minds, so they shall know. If they be of Holy Heart, they shall comply. If they contain not a Soul of Peace, they will vie for fight. Life for Life, in death We shall not die, We stand forever to do what's Right."

The Story ends brightly, our family still be here, only visible to those with Clear Mind and Holy Heart. This be the only way We would remain safe in our World, now not our Own. That's fine by us, We know how to Share.

Who gets the Blessing of Bliss...Who??
Do You? Do I? Do They??
I say nothing, in silence I comply
I'm not able to be heartless or ragefull
But of this I surely know..
In Silence I hide from the Sword of Sorrow
God help Us...God help Us All!!
In return, my prayer I go to You with gift of Promise, I Swear!!
No Care of ****** backlash, I've shared the Way, that's what I swore to do for You and now I'm numb, in my hovelled place of change, shifting in the resistance.
Forgive me my human weakness for I am no Mythic Maestro, merely a Woman of Silence...of Silence...I Swear too!

Twinkling serene surface catches light rays sparkling interfacing rivers run to water falls into turbulent torrents eroding stubborn rock face the rage of white knuckled pounding determination of right of way to rough to ride comfortably ebbs to wider space to gain common streams once more than any other natural Force is underestimated as it desires this cover necessary for any treasure must defend its value from over zealous scavengers take without giving back to the cycle of life is alive with feeling and knowing to much never is safe to express itself.

Seizures sever bitter ties better
than anemic atrophy ever could.  Cancers to slow but a hell of a heart attack would do, just real tiresome after awhile

Ya dig me?
Now, don't get me wrong, a bullet to the back of the head takes the Salami all day long, but it ain't bitter, quick severing involved  
See, I sever, that's what I do, You got a bitterness that needs to go, I'm the One you ring, yeah, I'm the lucky bloke, got nooks for this kinda thing  
Lemme tellya...

Upon Review, I've taken note, amongst my themes in Poetry, little do I find the concept of a "You".

Self absorbed, of this I'm not, you may rest self assured.  

For if you take a closer look, it might come to your attention, there exists a poem I have titled quite like a Question. I must make mention of my Reasons, Who Knows what's Known will understand the nature in my Intention.

Take a moment, and you will find, and in your Realization, I do most often write Poems for You from my Imagination.

Sharper blades that clear the Way
Tokens earned the more we play
Wild and freely smiling face
To coax us from our hiding place

The bigger, better and beyond
Floating lotus petals in a pond
I close my eyes and count to ten
Make a wish, to you I send

Will you be my make believe
Your loving touch, my warm reprieve
Like jewelry mounted precious gems
My solace when I make amends

I pray for Love to lift my days
Precision marked on warm soft rays
I truly hope tis just a phase
Will re-emerge from out the maze
more equipped to travel on
to journey's end, a brand new dawn