In my mind I have you dancing

In my heart I have you sleep

In my soul I have you forever

He rose early , before dawn .
Sleep shutters to a stop ,
frame by frame
white flaming ,
burning through the algebra of living celluloid .
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Dreamwalk through columned portico ,
entwined of hibiscus and passion flower ,
the meadow beyond
pulsating in glowing golden light ,
beckoned him to look for signs .
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Every now and every then ,
waves of information ,
pouring from divers celestial spheres ,
swept across the gardened landscape ,
causing timelines to excite
and visions to dance before
him .
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One day he would leave the meadow ,
though only partially explored ,
and return to the Everything
and all the other things ,
not remembered or revealed ,
having been shown
the Light and the Dark ,
and blending courage with tears .

Voices in the dark
like Spring-heeled Jacks ,
run down a grimy slate roof
into a filthy gutter
filled with the tears of Saint Sophia .
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Dust , dirt , insects
and the remains of dead
forget-me-nots ,
the only images left to
a diseased mind .
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They run over and over
in geometric perfection ,
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a cataclysm of holes .
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No light for his lantern ,
hope forsaken gloom ,
then run down
tormented avenues
to an empty field ,
under the moon of
Mars in September  .
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Under blood red stars ,
without truth or meaning ,
the tower of his wasted
dreams ,
and the chimeras of his
past ,
gather now around
and begin casting lots .

You are a tremendous overthinker
that's for sure. Taking a person like
you on.. with all your chaos
is no small task.
  In order to do that,
I have to take care of myself..
in order to keep from being
pulled down.. or pulled into
your chaotic whirlwind.
  So I create parameters of protection
through my words sometimes
when we talk.

You are not an easy person to take on.

  There are few people in the world
that are even able to truly take on a person
like you, within any kind of depth.
  That is how chaotically traumatized
the inside of your whole beautiful
body is. And somehow you take it
personally when I try to bring
structure in,.  as though you're three
years old,
  and you take regular grown up talk
  as being some kind of threat.
  But.. you are fragmented  and ripped
to shreds on the inside  by those
who truly brought harm
instead of good when you were little.  
  From that place inside of you, a
anything feels like judgment.
Anything feels like it's trying to control you
or put things inside you.

I know that.. and I still love you

  Loving a person in your condition
requires a certain level of self protection.
It's like I have to tie a
special rope around myself when I
jump into your world..  so I can be
pulled back out.
  For me..
The structure of my own words are that rope.
  It is the only way I can love you deeply
and enter into your absolutely broken world
  Please try to understand..
even though it scares you..

Just how much I need that

  If you are able to do that,
then I think you might even be able
to actually love me.
I did not come to steal,
or control..
  .. or fix

I came to be there for you

within all of your broken chaos

Coursing through his veins
like rivers through
abandoned ancient cities ,
the energy of Frequency and Vibration .
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How stars distribute light and time
throughout the cosmos ,
a pulsating neural
network ,
of dreams , memories and
ghosts .
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From now until the end of
time and before ,
then in swift current
surrender ,
Tower , Ten of Swords and
revelation of the Dream
Portal ,
Jehovah , the Magician and
Death .

The moon rose up
and the moon looked down
She’s watched the Earth
spin round and round

And kingdoms rose
and empires fell
The moon just waxed
and waned a spell

Her one bright eye
has seen it all —
she’ll still be there
long after we fall

The Queen of Wands
and a black cat at sunrise .
Four cups in the air ,
a giant hand in the sky .
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Hathor , Isis and
how the Holy Spirit
as the Winged Goddess
sends a ****** of crows .
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For all vengeance dwells
with the creator of
numbers .
Spirit drifts on the wind ,
hallowed by His name .
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While at their
filthy ritual of earthbound violence ,
four holes in the ground
and nightmare fills their void .
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Turn away , turn away ,
do not watch His work ,
Jehovah is my god ,
Jesus Michael and His sword .

He is the Singing God ,
the Singularity of Numbers .
His fortress is my stronghold
and His beautiful visage
is the Horn and Shield
that makes my enemies to shake
and tremble in fear .
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He drives them to the sea
and casts them down in silence ,
bound with silken cords of regret ,
then tormented by cherubs and
seraphim and glowing
purple orbs ,
while for me a great banquet is laid out .
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In forgotten pyramids on
the Mountains of the Moon ,
they heard the Earth tremble
as He brought forth fire from His mouth
and consumed the Unclean
in a deluge of despair .
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The valleys of their deceit lay exposed
and the temple of their lies
became a sodden field
devoid of all human warmth .
Putrid wasteland of misery ,
a mansion blown over with
flies .
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As for Jehovah my God ,
he is flawless and perfect .
He is Alpha and Omega .
He raises me to the highest of mountains
and guides my hunter's Moon
on the path of His
righteousness .
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Only oblivion awaits the profane
who put darkness for transcendence
and hope for base untruth
and lies that issue forth
from that archangel of sadness
bound in chains at the bottom of the pit .
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The wrath of Jehovah
or the beauty of righteous violence .
Seven star sisters were saved .
Delivered , they pronounced holy judgement and
down into a valley walled of black sheer towering onyx
those afflicted souls were cast .
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The Keeper of the Mysteries ,
the Black Madonna and the
first crowned queen of Egypt ,
now tred the temple path in paradise ,
where lion lies down with the Lamb
and all expression is as the mind of my god .