take me back to the space where i could 'poet' to infinity,
not scrambling for the most complex
or most context;
so i can express gratitude toward my innocence,
ask that version of me to stay naive
and to stay without question,
resting sure that all is as it must be.

something about walls closing in
as motion keeps us closely connected.
-
something about utilizing my energy
in ways that serve my entity
then choosing a whole new direction.
-
something about the wander
leaves me searching after souls to save
with a constant trade in madness
and true sense of adventure!

i have so many words at my own careless display,
so many means to express
and so many questions.
-
i have ends loose that crave connection,
ends cut that want so badly to be ******* again.
i have bruises on my knees,
cuts at my wrists
and demons still begging for another taste of righteousness
at its peak...
so fine,
so sweet.

take a look
at what man has done to earth.
-
the natural order and flow in disrupt,
as false riches now wither and rot.
fear not.
-
do everything in reverse,
return as old and wise
then leave as soft,
empty
and innocent as child.

im not hiding truth,
im guiding you.
not tryna' rule,
just guiding like a guardian should.
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we came here gods on guard
with bodies physically formed
like spaceships
from spaces
so filled with powers so holy.
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with abilities vast & expansive,
sacred energy,
its tantric.
channel all through
soul, spirit, mind then body.

but i crave connection...
unlike the mediocre 'claim to love' that has disguised itself well as what it can never be.
-
& i wont settle.

its a virus,
don't leave your house.
shut-in with phones
as word of mouth.
don't let them troll you,
don't let them boys control you.
they don't own you,
stop thinking,
they dont know you.
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they don't know it takes awhile to be still,
to find form,
to find prose
and a comfort within yogic.
they'll come.
they always come.
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they come in form of what you fear,
to distract you.
the lights are gleaming,
beaming red
and oh,
they flash too.
sending signals "just to warn you"
or some micro-waves to warm you...

what a marvelous day it is,
not a 3D in sight.
what a wander-filled stay it is,
moving slow as snails
and fast as light.
flashing lights
still flashing lights,
distracting
but now you hear birds sing,
do you hear the birds sing
siren songs
and trumpet sounds?
all have taken cover,
the gods are back here on the ground.

this space is large,
vast,
expansive...
dont give up just yet.

why settle where you are unhappy?
amongst beings that only dream in sense of nightmares,
only dream of sceneries tangible and surface,
without awareness of intensity and depth...
im wondering,
is there a place in this world
to condone my escape from this world?
are there beings that see as vivid as i....

imagine...
being nothing amongst beings who think they are everything.
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beings fearful;
killing "roaches",
"flies",
"moths",
"snakes",
"trees",
"birds",
"bees",
­and all other sorts of ancient beings.
-
fearful,
ignorant,
in process of extinction.
the great mother shall react accordingly.

take it or leave it,
or take it then leave it...
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they'll take everything from you,
leave you empty,
empty-handed
& you'd let them...
because they're appealing to your mind,
in its lowest state;
you find interest in what's behind
but never knowing true face.
my dear,
be careful who you allow in your space.

you find interest in entering the walls of multiple;
i find my circle smaller,
does it even exist?
as it stands,
i reprimand all requests
that contribute not to what's next
but to what was...
don't lose sacred ties and connections
by the hands of
meaningless projections that feed your ego,
be disciplined
not desperate.

he wants something to hold onto,
an anchor to ground,
hips to grasp.
maybe hold onto my willingness to embrace your god-hood,
or my grip
onto ways in which
you exist...
-
im obsessed with you physically;
spiritually im in-tune.
mentally,
im attached emotionally.
every part of you captures my awareness,
not just the half of it.

your role is not one of mastery,
its motherly.
you serve as portal
of a world so otherly.
you are guardian
and guidance,
confidant,
enlightened.
a protector by all means,
an example
and all seen.
influencer of cycles repeated,
dear god,
please take responsibility
you are in need
and you are needed.

take your time,
only fools rush in.
know this journey here without
takes you far within.

sometimes the noise gets too loud &
the weight becomes a burden to bear;
your wings get tangled
& tired,
your feelings are worn-out
& you're close to the edge...
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you can save yourself.
stop still in your track,
look around & you'll find
a sense of being evanescent,
so mysteriously divine.
you'll see that weight isn't a burden,
its a kind of
mass energy urging to escape
in form of creativity,
with the need to re-create
& innovate.  
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become distant in face of any worry or fear,
stay present,
you're here.

it’s cold here..
the place where grudges held are like jewels in a crown,
we wear them.
loss & lonely visits
& never checks out.
anxiety always comes in strong like waves
trying to wash away any possibility of new destiny.
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it is too dangerous to stay here
yet i can’t just get up and go...
i know of nowhere else,
i am too familiar to this place of nothingness and sorrow;
this place has kept me warm
& this place has kept me sheltered.
-
this place...
it’s dark;
dark like the corners of my heart
where love hides,
fetal position.
-
dark like the pupils of my peers,
in pairs
they appear misguided.
why am i here?
-
the things you hold onto are the things that hold onto you;
your resentment resides
& it situates itself in the deepest parts of you.
it takes full control while you watch yourself become homeless in your own home...
stranger.

double the love like double cups.
im not ashamed, im poetry.
double or none,
who gives a ****?
are you afraid? thought you knew me..
behind bars like a prisoner to love.
he spit bars that are clinical,
what is love?
& he has heart, he ain’t sinister..
when i call he’s a minister giving me good love.

i write when i feel free,
it really frees me.
-
they said i could no longer talk with myself.
its not working
maybe i should try someone else...
-
but when i look,
there's no one..
not a single soul
that fits the rhythm
or the role.
-

what purpose do you serve?
what good do you deserve?
you see what’s right before you,
you wont even say a word..
so ill say it,
and if there’s a price to pay
then ill pay it.

the girl that only shares emotions with pens and pages,
intended phases
or a sudden craze;
the girl once counted out
& counted days...
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who knew freedom would actually come.