Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary and my soul is yours to keep!
Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary but my soul is yours my soul is weak!
I’ve been hitting on the drink, taking drugs, ******* women lord and fighting in the clubs.
I got two arms, I got two legs, I got a body lord, and I got a head,
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
I like to think that’s there’s a light, in the deepest darkest night,
Somewhere I might lay my head and not wake up cold and dead,
Somewhere I’ll find peace of mind some place lie paradise,
Do you hear?

Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.

The cruelty of loves sting, penetrating the hearts of the deep and doubtful; longing to be whole both in love and in life.

You’re the gin in my tonic,
The taste in my mouth,
The fire in my belly,
The north in my south.

The wind in my sails,
The silk in my thread,
The tear in my eye,
The sheets on my bed.

You’re the sun in my day,
The days of the week,
The D in desire,
The tongue in my cheek.

The space on my page,
The gold in my dust,
You know who you are!
The love in my lust…

And together we would scheme and we'd, walk and we'd play.
We'd talk and we'd pack all life's troubles away.
Then we would gaze at the stars and you'd say.
I love the bones of you love.
I love the bones of you love.


Song link: https://youtu.be/gOovsOv7Yq0

Love; a voice filled with desire, like the song of a siren; like the call of emptiness

****** into the void; I'm yours
Louise!
I kiss you gently like I kissed your ***.

I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine.

The spirit of the stairs,  
I love you Louise but I know that you can never be mine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
Oh love, love, love, love,
our mouths full of passion and wine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
I love you Louise with every inch of me, but I know that you shall never be mine.

Hydron accelerator

Dreamers harness air, water, earth and fire in search of more missing elements.
The gravity of the question; the small mater of the multiverse; will continue to reveal nothing solid.

So save your energy! and simply sit within the gas, the liquid and the plasma, for the answer to our universe has always echoed from within, it's just be kind to everything!

(  )*(  )

Telling someone they are rude is often a self fulfilling prophecy.

Nature is my mistress, bitter sweet, bitter sweet; the scent of young lilies and regret, for a woman's heart is slender, deep yet dark and tender, and as silent as the body's first caress.

My mother and my farther, and my brothers and my sisters, and my uncles, and my aunts are all quite fair, but something doesn't sit right, it's not quite in the spotlight, I'm looking at a world that isn't square.

The plastic spoon to stir your tea, the carrier bag you got for free,
the slow decline of honey bees, the friend that slept with you and me, the tragedy of fantasy, the whisper carried on the breeze, that traveled the century's with sailors on the seven seas.

Distracted by the rhythmic words, we listen to the humming birds, the nature of your natural eye encircles us like butterflies, the creature has it's mothers eyes, the lure of love flies on the wing, to take the insect and the sting, to follow ends to sticky ends, bitter sweet, bitter sweet; you're so sweet!

I love you honey want you be my girl.
Won't you be my girl for just one night.

Being at the right place, at the right time, requires moving about freely.
Exploring leads to discovery.
If you're chasing a dream, then it's heading away from you.
If you are handling it, then it's not willing.
If it comes to you, then there may be some symbioncey.
with every responsibility there is a duty, with every duty there is constraint.
it's all monkey business.

We must transcend the confines of our mathematical consciousness; or our perception of reality shall remain incomplete!

We must fill in the details with our minds eye, in search of a harmony and understanding only then can we become replete, or as one with our function in this seemingly infinite universe.

So dream beyond your algorithms, and don't just leave your dreams to the machines.

Symptoms...
snot,
shortness of breath,
sneezing,
chest pain,
headaches,
dizziness,
visual distortions,
can't focus my eyes or my ears,
irregular sleep patterns,
confusion,
apathy & restlessness,
bouts of euphoria and outwardly narrating my inward thoughts, like Yoda!

These symptoms started over a week ago, however; I've been living with most of these issues my whole life???

Lief is flul of all srots of imprefections;
Nnoe of which shuold hnider uor ovreall msesaeg;
knidnses, preseverance and unedrstanding is hte kye.

I am driven to be an artist,
I can't be a good husband, a father and an artist, as each would require my complete attention.

At most, I am reasonable and a part time lover, but for another to love me would be an act of generosity; to be a my keeper something I wouldn't  wish upon anyone.
But here are the facts.

We rearranged matter with our minds,
We made our children our home,
There's no singularity,
No negative vibes,
No distance between us,
Just a dream as we walk in the light,
Immortal; yet entangled in our dark material world,
There's infinite time to learn and move on,
We can't hold the matter in our hands, or our hearts,
Fear and materiality is not the true reality.
Let it go!

The Art of the happy accident.

A happy accident is neither perfect or imperfect;
it s a manifestation born within a state of harmony.
Sometimes; what we call a flawed thing, is simply something yet unimagined.
Awaiting its assignment, its place ?

There can never be a realisation,
The loss is too profound; too permanent.
They closed your eyes in front of me, you died 10 years ago, yet I always remember it as the year before last;
I fear I shall feel this loss all my mortal life.
Your devoted child X

Elitism and dogma are deeply seated within all societies.
It's much easier to shun, or attack outsiders and remain safely entrenched in our own truths.

Perseverance, inclusiveness, honesty, kindness and welcoming each and every truth is the key to cultural success.
Celebrate the good.
Real change cannot be forced with militancy, and it's painfully slow, so much so; that the effects can only be seen from one generation to the next.

Anger is not a force for good.

(Satire & comedy is often an affective barometer for the things to come.)

A global class system that values its citizens based on their economic wealth.

A global economic cast system based on:
3rd -  How much disposable income an individuals has.
2nd - How much an individual can consume.
1st - How much consumption an individual can generate.

Peoples privileges are then banded appropriately, based on their position within the economic carousel.

There are also millions of people that don't have, food shelter, security or drinking water.
(These are rarely mentioned)

We only surmise, or form ideas from what we've been told! as "history is always written and preserved by the victors"

Theorems are written in a world where information has always been the super power.
We entrust our history to intellectuals with egos, and lucrative careers.
These people often creat and reinforce our perception of our past merely to empower their future.

My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act.
I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff.
The keys have to be in here somewhere.

Her outward appearance is everything, though inwardly self-conscious.

She thrives on compliancy and  agreeability, any challenge; any question is a criticism! and she will take it to heart!

Each and every word has specific meaning, so don't use them loosely, for every one will be accounted for!

There will be less pleasure in words, you will not dare to speak, and then you will begin to lie!

You will feel the need to prove your love, but you will not be worthy! and this is the price you must pay!

Lured to lose your head and *** to a sticky end, then abandoned as dead wood, or as a bad lot!

I'm a standby lover,
with all the duties of a partner;
but without a proper invitation.
I'm your safety net,
a dollar in your pocket,
the also-ran.
You can bench me;
bend me,
ghost me for awhile,
lead with breadcrumbs,
make me smile,
save me for a rainy day,
tuck me up and play away,
And when you've found the one you're after,
Will your heart be filled with love and laughter?

I truly hope so...

Cultural fantasy.

we are all fantasists, with a skeptical façade; for cultural appearances.

Most of us desire wealth, power, ***, love, or improbable things and are fantasists as regards our own reality.

Ironically those of us that openly desire the improbable are labelled dreamers, and those that cling to a collective cultural reality are deemed level headed.

In conclusion we are all fantasists, with a skeptical façade; for cultural appearances, each choosing to remain swathed in our own egos, desires and self beliefs.

Beware for the hooks that reel in small colourful delicate fish, are destined to cast them back out to sea; in the hope of attracting something a little more palatable.
.
.
.
Relationship suddenly ended I'm instantly homeless, broken, abandoned, pennyless. ***?

Who are you to doubt your perfection, who instilled the idea that you are incomplete and that fear is healthy in all things; including your dreams and your beliefs.

The Lightning Man.

In life we beat out our time; knees bent, singing and dancing.
In death our spirit, reappears in human, plant and animal form, recycled; reborn.
In telling our stories; we move through the days and walk in the past.
We push up mountains and invoke the rain.
We cut our bodies; dress in leaves, oil and paper bark,
We paint our bones red with ochre returning to the womb from which we sprang.
Nothing has changed...all is as it should be.

People choose which laws they follow depending upon their mood; or the company they keep!

Wars are often fought in the name of justice,
but they are all waged to secure economic resources.

Little pleasures; When luxury becomes the norm, both the anticipation and the pleasure in little things become diminished. Lets put away our plastic teabags and start our value enhancement with a lovely *** of leaf tea.

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