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Bekah Halle Jan 2024
From the alarm to Instagram, FB, TikTok and beyond…

The external world is screaming:
Watch me! Follow me! I’ll show you where you belong!
We’ve been led, by the piper, into 'other' consciousness,
Happily, we submit to its authority
Because this world is too much.

We stuff every gap, every silence with ******-fanatic thoughts, slap!
Running further from our true selves
How did we get swallowed in this chasm of chants;
That said we are not enough?

It’s time to do something revolutionary!
It’s time to sit in silence;
Befriend the bewildering quietness,
And accept with loving kindness.
chris Feb 2021
we're immature nature
we all helped each other make ourselves
please be gentle with me because i'm nature
we have to preserve ourselves
asutrick Apr 2020
Black & white thinking
Respectfully lacks a meeting
Where two minds could both exist
Respectfully taking a risk.

All the holes & cracks
Actually point to what both lacks
A canyon growing vast
Based on nothing but the past.

Tree rings growing together
Will help everyone weather
Wood slices revealing
Our tree of life healing.

All those imperfections
Become organizing motifs
Informing we have choices
For turning over a new leaf.
M Vogel Dec 2019

It was somewhere  between
her third and forth ******
when the wall, came down;
a wall  she didn't even know existed--

                   A wall, that is,
    until love came to town.

And so it is,  within the pleasurable;
   when mixed with pain,  
   in certain moments;   
becomes,  quite obtainably
the death, of death..

within the loving-kindness
         of things known, anally--

        (the tenderness of a back-door man
        is a righteousness, all it's own),
        as  it is the intentions of the heart
        that brings one  closest,
        to that   of kingdom, come.

And yet.. an angelic, front-pew voice
   singing praise
   when heart-- unchecked,

can become a clanging sound, unholy;
drowned out, by the passion-screams
of the one,  once-bound--

        but now,  breaking free.
        (a truly righteous sound in Heaven,  indeed..)

        --and Love,  Love,  Love;
        is rarely what we think it otta be.
        (or maybe, there is a heretical-hell
        waiting- for those  just like me.)

But if what passes itself off as life,
is actually Life, indeed    
                 then I choose hell, (yes. again, indeed).
And if heaven, for most.. is nothing, but a crutch
I'll choose death, over death, every ****** time..

                                           thank-you-very-much.


rantings, of the insane.
or **** it.

          or whatever..

--you're welcome.
https://youtu.be/sf3KG8VAtJg
~J Morrison, inebriated
Possum living Oct 2018
We begin with ourselves, a lofty proposition

Shifting this intention to the loves we have known, those who’ve shown us the way

We pass through gates of uncertainty and benevolence, arriving to meet the ones cast from our heart

Now sharing with all who surround us, and in the end all sentient beings in existence

With a fierce heart, your ever well-wishers

May you know boundless love

May you find relief of your burdens

May you break the chains
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