I forgot who I was along the thread of lives that hold me here. Now, I can begin to remember. Now, I can call all the lost pieces back home. They fly back, as if waiting – held in suspended animation – until the right prayer is chanted, the right spell cast. We call to each other, all the scattered fragments of this soul. Even the ones that seemed to betray us. We welcome them all again with warm heart and wide, open arms. The child shaman, the nurse, the chamber maid, the *******, the revolutionary, the teacher, the old witch, the mother: We see each other one as the one we are also. We are coming into oneness with what we are. We are here. Finally, we are here.
I'm grateful for my avatar Functioning well, the odd scar Often bored of my own skin I visit worlds waiting within Physical demands eventually disrupt Noisy distractions persist, interrupt When night falls they tend to refrain Hours may pass, I still remain Inside transcendental places Meeting new n' familiar faces My senses heightened Existence enlivened An economical holiday Safe and far away From all life's worries And its incessant flurries Experiencing new chapters That my brain captures Just like "actual" memories Stored in my treasuries I'm starting to realise That each sunrise Lights a world that I can Explore as a man Just as I do with glee In Dreamland so free The difference being I'm no longer dreaming Choices endure So I like to ensure My future gains By this choice which remains What choice do I mean? The ever moving scene The Present as they call it You get to draw it Your body the pencil With so much potential Constantly writing Is the story exciting? It's hard to know But I'm keen to touch snow Which I've done in Dreamland. Just not in Queensland. Nor any physical place. I want to go to space.
the balance arises she points illuminance not the right joint like the sun overdosed in the sky clouds disappear in the high flipped worlds refraction in swords
in an instant speed nightfall glitches in a scream kiss the moon in a double tick the fulls bright convincing a vision trick save the day in no way
spinal chords in the dark serenading the blue but my colors drained from every single hue the center of the system remains golden confusion enlightens a feeling so broken trapped the whole breathing and my lungs are still bleeding
The world's end The world's end is near. That is very clear. It's like a blackness or darkness ******* me in and I enjoy every piece of it. It's very comforting. I see the fire. The burning flames. The chaos. Everything turning to ashes. It's not pretty. The grass is dying and now is a black pond of dirt. The echos of people dying is overwhelming and I sit down and look around. The orange sky hitting my eyes with a passion. It's not a good thing. The roses dying slowly. The crowd gasping for air. The world's end is finally here. And I'm here to witness it.