The beauty of intention
is not for someone to see.
Its not to gain attention
its for someone to be.

Unsecured mind-set lashes its core, choosing to ally itself to that of no concern or thought. All sequence we shall herald as noble backlash. Blame shall rest with death of the innocent, for this is where excuse can be rectified Or rather that of fraudulent justification laid before another’s feet.

Insight to rise as we rise to insight, no notice shall be given and no action shall not be undertaken. Vandalisms recruitment takes it course. Internet conscription courses silently through hardy flex. Telecommunications providers enlisted to contrive location as we plan Google’s map attack.

The aim is that of procurement, not for freedom or righteousness, rather that of avarice and self contentment. We shall shop till we drop this eve and at much better than discounted prices. Personal retributions shall also conceal themselves beneath this direst of banner.

Filthy alignments will almost with abandonment unite in evil cohesion. Mass attack at fragmented locations will oppress any and all endeavours to quell this foulest of foul. He who hide his face away is free to loot another day, this seems the lyrical trend that thief and sinner does take this night .

Untold expectance by unlawful propagator is of a world that owes, favours him above others. He feels righteous that he should prevail in this life before his fellow man. It is of no concern to him that others may have more worthy an approach. It matters not what they may suffer.

If for no other reason to doubt he who professes to have nothing, to be cast out by the state and therefore be free to invoke retribution, why should he with nought, cast dereliction in his own manor? Why destroy what you have not got? Why condemn yourself to live in an unliveable state?

Such misdemeanour unto ones self is surely call for psychiatric assessment and asylums involvement? Here now stands a creature pursed to explicate erroneous act for appropriate content and expect audience to quell their disgust and rapturously give applause. I think not.

For not only did thievery portray itself on our streets this and other nights that followed, also violence, arson and ****** were carried along with it, like a leaf in the wind. Families lost what they had so long worked and strived to gain, watching helplessly as combustion condemned their habitat to broken ash.

****** drew its breath on more than a single occasion. Is this the result of political unrest, that is what they would want us to pronounce, to show reason that this is against the masses, such excuse may then be strewn as a just intention.

This is not the reality though in this case it is a the likely truth that rat endeavoured to crawl above ground and spread its pox amongst us, infecting devastation on good peoples lives as it did in centuries past.

My head is over swelling, my heart is overwhelming, i've been trying to deal with this fear but no promises are forthcoming. Abused intentions create these walls you have put up around me, tortured ambitions mummify the air that surrounds me, cremated passion falls from above like black rain making it hard to see, dreams are projected from my obsidian eyes onto a silver screen woven from a life of lies. Truth only hurts when you become afraid of the pain, learn to overcome this this hurt and you'll just have to suffer with the shame. In these last moments I have no one to blame and everything is well in my head as i prepare to take aim, a clock on the wall counts down to the twilight while I inhale the last cold breath of the night, peace is all i hope to gain so i pull the trigger and the last things i hear are sounds of thick pounding rain.

I wish to rest in your embrace.
To feel your finger curl my hair,
and trace my healed scars.
Envelope me in the inspiration
of your crystal breath.
Your embrace is my destination,
Love is my test.

Ocean breezes and Sun rays
Brush my crown and say :

" You Are Your Own Now. "

and it frees the pain away.

Silent times enrich my heart.
Sandy shores of broken starts.
Rusty edges guide the way.
My love has run astray.
...and I'm heading for the hills.
What for?
A fancy metaphor?
I have plenty more
In shrine time.
Where the roads wind,
And we live the real angle
Of a squared triangle.

Resting now I wonder, what is next?
Light & Sound will manifest
a true destiny
of centred heart
& gravity.

floating on, I just wish
the daggers of pain to be missed,
For our Journey to breathe clean,
still,
                crystal,
                          ­     mist.


And I will find you there,
Setting a sideways glare,
Romancing the moon.
I can see you in blue.
The dripsy gypsy caravan,
Will sing us the tune.
Press and feel the life,
Of a flower fractled love<3
Kiss me with your warm breath.
I grace you with the Sun's caress.

Higher minded now.

And we stumble for the stars...
Alone in our palace.
Riding the waves of the heart.

We live through the molecules,
Of sacred combinations.
To create a cozy transportation
To the life made of Creation.

Full Circles Never Stop.

We Spiral, Forward, Further...

The waves engulf a Large Rock.

Splashes of memories encoded in the sea,
Translate the energy,
We give through you and me.
We are Captains of the Conscious Sea!
Trailing towards our victory.

We Are the Sacred Journey.

And within a Simple Touch.
Air for us to breathe.
We let go of the little things,
We know we must release.

For We Are In Our Own Hands Now.

The paths will wind us tight in line,
And far across at the same time.

Rest your mind,

And breathe again,

My dear.