We realise it hurts
and you want us to feel it
and that they done, they shouldn't of
and you are so scarred you'll never get over it
and they continue to pound on your head and heart
and its their fault your this way
you wish they we're dead and would leave you be
so you could go on with life and be happy

thing is
we couldn't care less about all that
and we shant dare to interfere or judge it either

we only care more than
not less than

and in accordance to that you want
not that you suffer not having

this be your soul
to save to life

not ours to capture from you

this be our love

Is this thought a thinker ?
Hiding in its seek
begging to forgiveness
in the promise of relief
A victim in its mercy
a stow away to blame
Turning on its tricks
to please the master
of this game

Is this thought a thinker ?
A ransom on the tongue
A letter in its memory
as the lover to be loved
A piece in its own puzzle
clicking pictures into place
Filling up its belly
in the empty of its space

Is this thought a thinker ?
Will it die or will it live
Does it know it has the answer
to the question that it spins
Will it find its own perfection
in the matters it reflects
Adrift inside the memory bank
The cause without effect

Is this thought a thinker ?

But we are never out of your mind

Those
who hurt you most
be muses to the soul

pressing  buttons
you be wearing
telling
of an un-declaring

thought application
is no way to liberate an i pad

showing
that you mean

not telling it

is an easier energy to receive

a with
not an at

kind of feeling
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Your breath gives rise to butterfly wing
Carries wish to seed at fertile feet
Shapes your echo to the ear of great mountain
Your voice spinning on the wild eagles call


Your heart waves green cross the nape of valleys
Pressing your kiss to the lips of the silent rivers
You thresh your hair on galloping wild horses
settling their wake in the rays of suns blessings

Your body shakes the faces of oceans
Cracks its limb on solid grounds
Your children’s whisper
Your angers roar
You be
Where wind be born

irreplaceable
and non negotiable

Remember when we didn’t think for each other
We played in life and our quarrels were not long living
We moved on swiftly for we knew better
not to stiffen our excitement

Life didn’t matter
Living it did
We choose to be Kings and Queens
of our own imaginations
No skin could separate our worlds

Her warm glow sears the cold clay
breaking its wake oer the dream of its children
cracking its whip to the kneck of the hollow skull    
where seed be ground  in the mill of sleep

The veil  thickened by time lifts its skin from the thin of eye
worlds within worlds play out on the stage of the great mind
its infinite reach dredging souls in its wake
its mercy scolding and none to the sleep not awake

Whisper not
so the deaf can hear

roar as a lion
to the ear of the desert

hurt

that a blood hangs
the boil of blame and bitter on
thru history

is the culture
to be released from and refurbished

and a new blood
breathe itself into place

until ones resolve
is to their own to settlement

nones blood be restored

One
mans truth
can rule the lies of many

a spoke
be spun
to a wheel in turn

gathering

its
earth asunder

Drowning
in
Air

A habit

be fed

keep starving it
on good food

and it will get sick of you#

you have everything

and nothing
is enough

Stop
and
thank the air
with your breath

in thanks
you out
in thanks
you out
in thanks
you out

blame life
to make it worse

blame none
to make it happen

Always be
returning to your own body

when
you feel invaded by another's

but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell

Force not yourself

at a world you believe
is not here

is the best way
to present your self to others

The
baseline
of all perception

is what you look for
not what you look at

you find
what you have largely projected

You are bound and blind
if how we see you matters

you are not
if all you see doesn't

you'd surely
stop looking for your self

the nothings lost
is the best place to be looking

is not the power
creates it

but the power
makes it real

thought hangs no power on you
until you believe it and receive it as your truth

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

but the sense of its not being

but really
we are a no body's any body

I wonder has anyone looked me up
any highlights on my avatar
or comments that might fill my cup
a robots touch a single star
to feel connected to the fire
the want of me that thick desire
an all out nothings cloak of lies
to tell me of a fake disguise

but no not I my arty craft
I lay no bet on hover that
tastes much better on the real
a nothing special to reveal
but a human kind of *** appeal

not to say your not my type
just blood is blood and hype is hype
how little do we really know
realities remote control

Lay dream to the heat of a swans pose
a tickled scent to the babies toes
press taste to the breath of a red white fire
a wilt to the wonder on a willows shire

Chase hunger lame to the lions eye
fleshed to the essence of an eagles fly
spit soul to the buzz on heave of hive
a bottlenose swim to an oceans dive

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

The actors
in mind

play out
the parts assigned

you may shuffle the cards
and still play the same game

if you re arrange only the content
or thoughts of a mind
and not spin or feel it different at source
holding to its own story

an instance keeps returning to you
over and over in the flesh

until one re unites , balances and aligns all the bodies
vibrational firstly then emotional and mentally
to the point of activation or to the hollow space
nothing ever changes

the deeper you
shows up to the shallow waters
on the face of behaviours forthcoming
brought to you on your vibratory command
by others and the world about you

A lost lamb hides in its eye
waiting on the shepherd  to look through  it
blindness be not friend to sight
sight be friend to blindness

Words
neither hurt nor sting

all opinion
bes self inflicted

to like self

that's not how you work

is thought awake

or just a picture to a wakeful state

failing us
into the risk of knowing

the take of leave

a leaf that wanes
on the wither of a stowing breeze

carried to her seed
on the heel of a fickles mind
by the seek of his grounded harrow

a meadows hang
on the tenants tell tales wonder

advent on the shimmy
of her seasons *****

a braze on the heat
of a weathers mulling think

and the more or less aspects
become you as chosen

and
there is more

you are equally
not you

and
there is more

you are equally

not you
and more

as a passenger

to some one else's life

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

and it comes to you clean

Winds cry happy
weep no loss
earth shake sunder
bear no cost
sun crack her whip to ray on sight
clay moons a face at huest fright

oceans roar ******* wave
across life's shore her open gaze
a snow white ***** to kiss of truth
at mothers ****** on the tooth

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body