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A humbling power
An artist finding her voice at 20 years of age

She got down to work
Rolled up her sleeves
And let it flow
2 or 3 poems a day

Many artists are able to do this:
Commune with Source
Bring back the beauty for the masses

You can do it
And if you can, then so can I

Her story is a description of
How you get up on top of the life force energy
And produce an amazing depth and breadth
Of resonant energy

Be careful
If you lose that trail
Spend it all
You risk everything

When Sylvia lost the trail
She tried to die
But 20 was too young

So she got down to work
Rolled up her sleeves
Couldn't let it flow
There were fits and starts
And 10 years later

She took her own life

What if We were more mindful of the rare flowers that live among us?
What if?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bell_Jar
Have you ever had yourself shattered into a million tiny pieces.
"If you ever have the opportunity you must ... "
Cause that journey of trying to place the pieces back together is impossible
And the mosaic that comes from you trying is a work of art
And trying is the battle of your life ...
But the endgame makes it all worth a while
I got to become the architect of my own life.
It destroyed me and I guess that is the point.
By taking ownership as the Creator
I had to emulate Source
Before my crash ... I never fully respected source.
After ... I knew where I had come from and because of the journey I just might have figured out how to get back ...
My life today, begins by ingesting a crystalline structure.
Lithium
The lattice-work simplistic contemplative duality built into the structure provides the foundation on which I stand.
Now that previous statement is probably all ******* 19 times out of 20
but isn't Dogma at it's very root all *******.
Funny thing is ... ******* is a pretty strong foundation from where I'm standing ...
Written 9 June 2014 -- on the road
You are the song of myself... That's why we resonate. But there is duality... Otherwise we're just ******* ourselves... We're the children of the Big Bang ... When you become the lightening rod for yourself, then we can *** together ... Forever ... Under the guise of J.H.Christ.... Why J.H.? Because there was a J.A., a J.B., a J.C. ... And this time, if we get it right, then we get to live forever zzz

Never get it right the infinite of eternity is hell ... God gave his only begotten son so the vampires would have something to feed on ... Puritanical is impure ... Perfection is flawed zzz eternal sleep... Vamps don't live forever, we do! U and I on the eye... Get to create heaven here on Hades .... in Walt Whitman's my self -->
Written for my other self @ 11:39 am MDT ... because I love her unconditionally
Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest
Brunch with Myshak at the Cabana

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