We dance this process
Until we are due to die
As serpents tie the one severed tie
That binds our only individuality
Into a legion of mortality
We're nothing
But everything
And it appears that's what's needed
A biting dose of reality seeded
We all have perceptions
But no acceptance to call our own
Of our reason of no reason
And you are not the chosen one
Kneel and realize who you are
Everyone

The grand nature of existence,
So delicate and supple.

Allow truth to enter your eyes,
Removing doubt from the confines of retribution.

The laws of nature
Shall imbue your spirit
With strength so far reaching
You would think you were dreaming.

Admit that the factual container
Of lies has served its duty.

The normal tendency of escape
Into a pattern of mistakes
Has been blown out of proportion.

Equalize and acquiesce
The moments desire and nothing less.

Allow an enigmatic psychology
To permeate the very fabric of your being,
Blanketing the treacherous reminder
Of a life without direction.

Declare solitude
in eternal conviction
Of passion fueled living.

Craft your reality.
Infuse meaning with direction.
Carve out a picture so grand
That only you could appreciate it.

Inside the tiny dark space,
Tucked behind archaic connections long forgotten,
Witness the muses of an insane creation,
Slowly working, slowly showing,
Revealing bits of curious movement.

In the end I am just a messenger
Talent is nothing more
Than skill dressed in will.

Life is a vivid scheme scheme of joy
painted on photons
flying through cosmos and
Manifesting in the perception of beauty.

My only request
Is that you enter the lair of truth
and seek no counsel.
Take it upon your own hands to end destitute solutions
That have robbed your will of hunger
And have starved your passionate wonder.

POWER,
Be it.
DIRECTION,
Feel it.
DESIRE,
Chase it.

Embark on a self-prophetic journey,
Centering the life you're meant to live
In a consecrated permeation
Of the live you deserve.

I
push
at my wall
expand into the
far corners of total
conciousness yet there
are four dimensions to bind
and five senses to contend with
therefore I'm compressed in
the shape of enlongated
boxes turned onto
their corner tip
and discover
the shape
of


DIAMONDS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2016

Beyond any understanding of readiness,
Past the present, onto the horizon of a next moment to spare.
Within a hidden emptiness,
Somewhere to be, not aware.
Where echoing tensions melt,
  Into a calming silence, allowing the Soul to articulate,
The heart listens to love as it translates,
Touching self expressions, it’s where peace in mind dwells.
                                                         ­         PFL