Connection not Direction

You are disconnected
and the cure for that is

to fill yourself up with loss as love
and not wait on an experience to make it happen
or others to fill you in

only you can make you happy
by your own will and desire

Go direct to the feeling you want
and you wont get lost in the thoughts you're not feeling
on the way

That you catch
you got to let go of
or it will hold onto you

life is non sticky
a fresh eye with every look

Most are educated in life
and spend a great deal of time getting over it

nothings
more a turn away

than a love 
that is wanting one to stay

run as quickly as the wind
if  you feel your loves a prize to win

Habitual mind will break you
if you keep trying to break it
and wake you if you keep on its bright side

It's all much easier
when you are not making hard work of it


the energy put out to solve  a problem
is the same energy that's feeding it
lean back from the script in action
and life will write you a letter of recommendation

Be silent and speak your peace

It's you
and your glow
nothing more
but to feel and explore as light as the possible be's

My eyes agree but not with that I see
My mind is open but not with that I think
My heart is waking but not with that I miss
My life is breaking but not without your kiss

Don't be caught up in word nor thought
as feeling is the language of the heart
the chest of life is iron bright
shining on its staff of light

To avoid misery create the atmosphere of joy
To avoid joy create the atmosphere of misery

There is no keeper of emotion and thought
but the slave master of deliverance
thru your inner of being alone

Come in
I was expecting you
make yourself at home in my body
I can tell you are kind
by the way you hold your light to mine
and my lips tingle in the thirst of your shine

A tenderly sense sat down upon the crown
makes way in a crimson pyre all risen on the rust of will
bold and bare oer the carcass of content

The lick of life's tongue cures its tickle to the nape of soul
plagued to the flare on a comets tail
shot thru the veil of nights surrender as some would have it
in the pale star light explored to the repertoire of truth

Taste mercifies the victory of stain
and teases itself to the cure of a mothers breast
sure and safely as the perils swine swap lots for paupers prince
and kings scavenging on the onset of deed by deliverance
made sound on the fright of the angels wing

A slow day winds time around the carousel of coloured wing
in bravery of common dure rare spoken curious to things,
hope steals back its charge and harbours none to its remains,
as fast as the wills demise on the ivy's climb, fawned to the nature of worlds , come flocking to the aviary of avarice stood proud upon the pummel stone of stature, beat bent to the final crick and fractured spurn, taken leave of now's nobility , unfurled in precious turn, ******* on the captains shire, as the seven seas play slight of hand oer the mystery of fire

A lover slips into my weeping clay and creeps way thru my haze and hum, dense as the daring dew sat oer the humble throne of a red dawn, as ripple wakens on the wrinkled limp and yawn of nature , a virile guest flakes skin to an old sod placid in the mist, hung silent on the doves white breath assaulted to the wing of a certain kiss, in the mire of lament, pressed open again and again to the beguiled mother tongue, tempted on the glory of a quaint whisp and voice coming home on the ramble of wind, wished to the tame of milk and honey burst sweet to the fair light suckling on the apple of an eye, we trust trust we be steady free on the high wire of life's company

As life be speeding up live in slow motion
As things get heavy drop them and live light
Be weak its stronger
Be letting go not holding on

Be letting in what you be putting out
Drop, them, they, him, her, that, there, you me
and all  is from projected memory

Look through the one eye and be blind in the others
Be in the softness of an answer not on the edge of a question
Flow through the mouth not from the tongue
Be little its much bigger

Stand up in your skin ***** in your wo-manhood
Receive and don’t return
Live through the chest not the forehead
Summon life's energy not its knowledge
Lean to the middle not left not right
wink left wink right wink out of sight

From the great dust bowl of infinity, birth sat ready on the lip of time,
no not I , until the grill of sun made its home in the chesty melt of crystal dust come hither from the rip of a burning blue azzure,torn thru the fabric of universal skin I bled my bounty dry and pressed my eye to the moons harrow , face frozen to the light of mystical embrace, beatified to the pallet of eternal bleed upon the gallop of thought chasing memory to the seed, stood foreign on the freeway of emotion

The Stir of the Cat

Start here, be and don’t move a morsel muscle, as the paradox reality intertwines the tussle in the backlash of a centre fold be bust by natures kindle thru the nasal vine upended on the bruised subtle fracture of a distant muse ascended , before the young scoff of a gene crafted blood to the brawl on the top end street, the lamp  lit doorways poised and ready for deceit, letterheads frattled and tapped to the foot of post modern magnetism as the diamonds cut and rush be siphened off  into the physical pivotal of jovial concession, mothers sons and fathers daughters tending to confessional  pretending hope to land its place in life’s allure and lapping grace a ***** ***** grab and sickle to the handle with out care , a crushing on the temple door made fickle in despair, into the land of crisses crosses oer the holy ground , on to the seat beset to throttle praise and  duty bound as naval buttons cut  the cordial  make into believe, till redeemer redeems of its brat and re-buttle relieved of its cervical hat, the raven retires to all that is subtle, be no grounds for divorce in the stir of the cat

Hope and fear lie sizzling in the hand of a kind dry light sun drenched to the fire of silken sand, the naked voices of ones be heard on the bereaved winch of wind as the niche neglect pitch nuts and bolts to the ****** of grace, filled to the pinch and quench on a human oasis, the stiff of heat slaps the face of the souls cry to the deep sweep of dust and swine smell a sway on the principle of a turning tide, oer the eye of the opal queens velvet cress of sleep sipping her lips to the sweet serene atmospheric, tumbling toward xtasy on the tender rich faint silent hum arrested to the ***** of elemental bliss

We last as ever
again we come
for we never leave the earthly hum
the dance thru amber gold and blue
keeps shaping life inside of hue

The Wish Master

Hello my wish, will you spell me with your charm
and drip your flighty flirt upon my golden armour,
days light passed now and stillness be's getting faster
thru this vessel of sweat and sweet glandular grind,
where handled nature holds tight to the meat of rope
reigning its burr and burn thru this body's hold on a steady line,
all to thinking beyond the vapour of mind lumped to the sparse
empty stare of a clue clung clang existence in the vicinity of no where to be and the all to be no where, blurred by the eyes fire a blush and a blaze in the beautiful agony of a scars weep come undone as the will would have it be in the even tide of a wish ruled by the masters slide

I will wash away memory as I riddle rush and ruse the nature of my deep deluge turning on its rocky bedlam , I will unmask the shallow critters crib neath the nesting brook and refuge, scored to the ravens beak on the walls of ancient tides, I will whip forth the froth of life's wave into a frenzy and dance upon the rolling birth of heave, thrashing  the gentle still mind to the fragile oceans rip, neath the throttled blue belly of abyss I will roar, as the water fells its thunder thru the crack of suns ray gushing its burst thru the thirst of clay neath the vein of day

We appreciate every part of you, no exceptions, nothings ever ugly or bad enough to stop us shining our all to and thru your eternal being, every where you look we look also with eyes of white fire and grace, every deed at hand we be there working it into place with you, every dark and light emotion stream of thought you charge and swim thru we be with your every stroke holding the line of life encouraging and calling you forth to the best and most of you we know you to truly be at all times, everything you are we are and we welcome all of it thru the pure blood eternal waters of life even if it can't be realised by you now we realise it and keep your desires and dreams alive in the vibrant atmospheric vortex spinning for you to receive when your ready to be home, never mistake how much we adore you children of the sun and never will we or would we want not to

Nothing's influencing thought but the thinker

The energy push against unwanted things
Is the same energy creating unwanted things

You will find that you can never lose
when you stop looking for that you never  lost

Event Horizon

May breath fall light on your mantle peace
as you lay your hands to the cold clay of soils heat
May the opal azzure rays of golden sun
break your wilt and burn the most of all nature
to your reptile mind and  chest of discord
bled brightly red rich and pulpous
thru the vex of a quickening heart
steep deep breached to the altitude of life's collect call
rung aloud thru the sun stricken moon
burrowed seminal in the fluid fire and flood of event horizon

I set my heat to the beat of the universal drum
steadfast thru the prairies of the existential planes
harvesting my body in fields of light remote
pressing space to my carnal flame

If we could climb into your everybody
press every button we could access
in all recesses of mind
and awaken the dreamer to its glorious nature
all would be in vain as it be's a dreamers job
to awaken from its own dream

You may not see us
but we know your there

No imagination can accommodate
the expression of that creating it

Only the Human Ego
defies life

as it goes on dying

It delights us to know how great humans be
despite them hating their selves
thinking how much they hate others

As the human stops holding hands to belief
the current runs free thru each one
independent to each ones vision
as a whole creator
and not thru another creators whole

Reality bes unique to your eye
not thru anothers

As human gave life and vibration a personality and created a dualistic mind to cope with that separation it began spinning distorted vibrational streams and patterns , that being knowledge of good and not good or evil and all its fortes and entities that dwell between worlds terrorising and possessing human worlds.

One needs to understand vibration doesn't acquire personality,
its pure , man has assigned and given it one and creates to it that it has given it thru belief, affirming it bes real as it makes it real thru all sorts of imaginings to accompany it on its human journey,
so much so it has rendered itself powerless and at the mercy of its own creation.

The get out clause being stop regurgitating reality
and start creating it

Life knows something you don't
and its telling you

as you stop knowing something life does'nt

A feeling that cant be felt and sustained
cant be realised to matters of the world

Humans want and wish for change and cant access it
as many believe against it vibrationally
miss understanding the vibrational laws
in operation governing change