#harleyhucof
I once wrote to mystify a tale of lifetimes crafted in each night and day. So I pray every night as I live a near-death experience before I sleep, and I wonder is it me or my PTSD?
Souls are precious for the soul-less and mine will never be for sale.
There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here.
Whatever might be the vows you've taken, by the morning they'll all lose their meaning because the night is harsh, and we suffer to sleep, and in our agony, the evil entities creep onto us with their mischievous deals.
There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here.
My vision's been recalibrated to see every version of what is real, in threads of colors descending, intertwining with my stomach and neck, like a magical key to a world that emanates consciousness in orange and red.
From the brink of death to love and respect, it is all good when I remember, but what can I do when I forget?
I sleep hoping that the morning will bring back my optimism
Words Of Harfouchism
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
Life is all entertainment , just like a psychedelic theater, our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation.
I roam in and out my worldless kingdom
Freedom's reserved for the wild and untamed.
For who cares to know, we could fly our way out as falcons , or swim our way in as whales. It will never really matter because it's all entertainment , while we patiently wait for the emanations.
Expectations emerge from preconceived notions and blocks the transmissions entitled to all sentient beings.
Like a collective prophet and a magnet , we learn to filter the commands to percieve the matrix. Finally to redefine and recreate a convenient path that is real.
Our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation, i chose my fun as transmutation, life is recreational.
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
What happens in the unknown ?
Sages preach of "knowables" and "unfathomables",
but I perceive it to be a cognitive game since my attention is always fixated
on patternized characteristics and sceneries.
I've known and loved myself enough to know not to invest my thoughts or actions in impulses
Yet from time to time, I tolerate myself.
Life might be identified as unknowable but we all live and die,
consumed by a spectrum of unnecessary emotions and intense analyses
to finally, ironically, conclude that death is punishment.
So, we befriend God like deceitful hypocrites, seeking immortality and monetary advantage.
Still, many believe in the procedure of acquirement through encounter.
Perhaps if you go further for once, you might find human alternatives locked in unusual dispositions,
veiled, yet waiting to be discovered.
Death only happens to those who have merit,
and what happens in the unknown is never open to analysis,
for what stops death
is awareness.
Words Of Harfouchsism
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
The art of knitting will never be taught,
Humans are not yet ready to knit life out of their thoughts.
Patience led me here, people suffer because of their greed but i'm in no position to speak
I might be called a hypocrite yet i can not stand still
You need two constants and a variable
disclose the knowledge, the truth is inevitable.
The wind is a constant , we need its presence
The moon is a constant , we need its presence
I've been around long enough to claim your reverence
Integrate the information through me
ignorance is not a bliss, knitting preceded technology, try to be open to this.
Words Of Harfouchism
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
I am pleased, might finally speak about my witch friend
share with you some of her wits and trends
Masters today desecrate the truth,
meditation and visualization are nothing but outdated tools
Culturally, relatively free i write fearless,
Contemplation overcomes meditation,
Spirituality conqueres religion ,
I formless, will not abide to your anticipations
I renounce my knowledge and education
Transparency , revolution,
Love works,
It has been scientifically proven
We are what we think
Thoughts procure reality
it has been confirmed quantum physically
So what's your excuse?
take control and imagine the best version of YOU
Imagination is the key to reaching everything and beyond
Words Of Harfouchism
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
The night has confided in me its secrets,
Revealing my paralleled selves.
We are all privileged, being depressed or anxious is hypocrisy itself
So
I've sat and thought ,
Time affirms knowledge
Though i am not my awarness,
I feel wired to a hidden intelligence,
Unfamiliar images, imagination,
Everything is a lesson,
Unlearn it to reach the destination
Gratitude brings bliss and peace of mind
do not underestimate the advantage of being ALIVE
Words Of Harfouchism
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
What i seek is real, preserved unseen ,
In a place reachable through meditation and dreams
The Akashic records contains our past, thoughts and future.
Once all's been accepted and amended , we conquer perception and perspective in a suture
Closing the gap of dependence
We become the silent masters
Convinced in our experience merely as observers
Detached the information flows
The secret is attitude and love
Everyrthing is written, destiny is destined ,
Show me what is hidden allow me to share the message.
Words Of Harfouchsim
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC
Alleged linear
Ignoring its devious nature,
Time is homogenous
Conflicting with my behaviour
Allowing ritualized secrets and processes
Personalized by fragments that possesses
The civilized enablers
To protect art in form of divination
Revealing obsequious attempts
To pretend the culture's end
Ignoring our needs,
Promoting that healing isn't real
Inculcating us through a pharmaceutical delight
A treat to numb your mind
And make you believe that magic isn't real.
Words Of Harfouchism.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
I know i chose the right path
I've seen all the possible outcomes
My sight seized by the hawk
My aim is the aftermath
Laying on the highest rock
The teachings of wisdom will last
Dripping from the skies
Protected by all the curious cries
Onto the souls seeking the holistic prize
And guidance
From the divine creatures in the Heavens
Transmitted to give hope and validate your merit
Until you accept you are a god and live by it
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
Sophisticated
Information penetrates in light
Medicated
I no longer believe in your fight
Elevated
Intelligence evolves
Circulated
By conscious thoughts
And a will,
Hard as steal
To divert the fear
Through a creative lens
Expressed in a bleeding pen
Mixed with a salty tear
For the truth to be revealed
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
The night comes but i am not ready to sleep
In my dream my lover comes in yellow and green
She removes the crown of leaves off her head
Pulls out a leaf and rubbes it against my chest
Then crumbles it into a pipe and place it on my lips
Commanding me to take a big long hit
As i inhale i reach death,
The end has been summoning me
Whispering my name in between breath
Yet life still claims me
And leaves me wanting more
I would smoke the whole crown if i had the choice
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
My words won't sooth you
I've been guided and misguided ,i am out of depth
But let me introduce you to a perceptive a little more complex
On how you view life,
Whatever you may desire, exclude it from lies
Because the truth brings peace of mind
Invest in fellowship.
Sing, dance , imagine, but don't worship,
Unless in bed.
Communicate to the other what you like in ***
Words Of Harfouchism.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
The future depends on our state of mind
Be grateful and leave the past behind.
Tell the judge what he is ought to hear
Make it clear that we humans are born to be free.
Words Of Harfouchism
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
Sigils in the sky
The wind is my luck
My knowledge echoes , amplified
As it wears the dusk.
The bell chimes with my commands,
Alchemy to help humans understand.
The hidden truth bleeds in rhymes wearing dusk.
Reflecting our paths in one big entangled knot
Words Of Harfouchism
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
I find myself naked
In front of a mirror
Giving my imaginative speech
To the people
Suddenly i'm in the middle of this river
And the Oracle is looking at me
"Smile child
We are here to feel
Life gets confused at times ,
It's allright
Separation is not real. "
Then why not only happy feelings ? I ask
"The duality of your emotions
generates the spinning required for the matter to manifest
Trust and accept life through your feelings "
Words Of Harfouchism
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
It is from your synthetic relations that i learn
what to make of, and how to observe
the traumas that once occured.
Transformed,
Translated into words
To lighten up the burden
Of the destiny flowing in my nerves.
Chosen for me or impregnated
The path is created
Before the men that walks it to get mutated
Together in your synthetic relashionships.
Words Of Harfouchism
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
Birds, they come to my porch to talk
Except for these crows that visit me on my window in floks.
With each cycle's end the black birds come to me again
I learned to speak with crows many lives ago
We have a pact that makes them reveal to me what they know
Knowledge is a fortune
Curiousity is a heavy burden
When the cycle ends , i close my window's curtains
Restless days , restless nights
Restless thoughts inside this restless mind
My will is conscious , my allies are aligned
Death is still , waiting silently by my side
I am ready to accept what is mine. ( Do i have a choice?)
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC