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Accompanied by my inner monolgue Colouring glasses with insecure glaze Hyper aware of my unawareness Punctured heart as bonds fade Daydreaming an array of desires Waiting for things to change I drop into my body What I feel, see, hear and taste Letting energy and feelings flow Letting breath and heart slow Connecting to my higher self Connecting to the present now
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
Grounding
I want to say "good bye Alyssa", Not just "see ya". I want to tell you that I love you, And always miss ya. You pay attention to the news, You study and reflect. I meet the daughter of my dreams, and her beautiful husband.
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
Peace
today i feel quite alive how exquisitely dear that this ****** composition and each soul in their position ushers me to tears today i feel quite alive how transcendentally clear that this world we inhabit composes peace amongst rapids and boy do i love being here so to my people who love and to my people who see know to endure and continue to be be well, bcb
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Arcane Parting .4
I have always dated beautiful, and bright, women. I never married, probably because of the trauma of growing up with a father and mother who were so desperarately unhappy, but never divorced. When I was a freshman at Columbia, I dated a Barnard freshman named Stephani Cook. When Stephani was a senior, she entered a nationwide contest sponsored by Glamour Magazine for the best dressed coed in America. In effect, it was a contest for the most beautiful coed in America. Stephani won, a win that launched her on a  multi-year career with the most prominent modeling agency in the world, the Ford Agency in New York City. Thus, she graced the covers of the most famous women's magazines such as Seventeen and others. In the early 1980s, she authored the book "Second Life," which was an incredibly well crafted account of her years growing up and her excruciatingly painful early years of adulthood. And though I dated beautiful and bright women throughout my life, really one of the happiest facets of my life, the most beautiful woman I ever encountered I saw in the film "Casablanca" made in the early 1940s starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Ingrid Bergman, simply put, is the most mesmerizing, transcendently beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I really cannot put into words why she is, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. When she came to Hollywood in the late 1930s, the studio moguls said she needed to change her name, that she was too tall, and that her nose was too big. Ingrid's riposte, an important part of her exquisite beauty, I believe, was she was not going to change her name, that her height did not bother her, and that she would not undergo any plastic surgery. In "Casablanca," Ingrid first appears as she enters Rick's Cafe Americain with her husband. I click at that moment to freeze that frame so I can gaze, for as long as I wish, at Ingrid's face (she never wore make-up), even from a distance. It is iridescent, and every time I do this, I am transfixed for minutes. That scene, that one scene, is the most extraordinary moment of all the scenes of all the great movies I have ever watched. I wish Ingrid were still alive so I could tell her what I've just shared with you. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks every time I do this,     her h
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
I have always dated beautiful, and bright, women. I never married, probably because of the trauma of growing up with a father and mother who were so desperarately unhappy, but never divorced. When I was a freshman at Columbia, I dated a Barnard freshman named Stephani Cook. When Stephani was a senior, she entered a nationwide contest sponsored by Glamour Magazine for the best dressed coed in America. In effect, it was a contest for the most beautiful coed in America. Stephani won, a win that launched her on a  multi-year career with the most prominent modeling agency in the world, the Ford Agency in New York City. Thus, she graced the covers of the most famous women's magazines such as Seventeen and others. In the early 1980s, she authored the book "Second Life," which was an incredibly well crafted account of her years growing up and her excruciatingly painful early years of adulthood. And though I dated beautiful and bright women throughout my life, really one of the happiest facets of my life, the most beautiful woman I ever encountered I saw in the film "Casablanca" made in the early 1940s starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Ingrid Bergman, simply put, is the most mesmerizing, transcendently beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I really cannot put into words why she is, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. When she came to Hollywood in the late 1930s, the studio moguls said she needed to change her name, that she was too tall, and that her nose was too big. Ingrid's riposte, an important part of her exquisite beauty, I believe, was she was not going to change her name, that her height did not bother her, and that she would not undergo any plastic surgery. In "Casablanca," Ingrid first appears as she enters Rick's Cafe Americain with her husband. I click at that moment to freeze that frame so I can gaze, for as long as I wish, at Ingrid's face (she never wore make-up), even from a distance. It is iridescent, and every time I do this, I am transfixed for minutes. That scene, that one scene, is the most extraordinary moment of all the scenes of all the great movies I have ever watched. I wish Ingrid were still alive so I could tell her what I've just shared with you. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks every time I do this,     her h
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Do you ever wonder why music transcends sound? Or why a painting transcends the landscape that it represents? Or why your home transcends it’s geographical location? Or how a story book transcends the pages and words by taking you on an adventure to another planet that you wish to never leave? Do you ever wonder why no matter what you do or where you are, something profound feels to be missing that these transcendent moments merely beckon? What makes them so tantalizing? Why do so many of us live for these transcendent moments that always fail to deliver what they always promise? Is it because what they promise is actually the thing to which they point rather than what they promise? Is that why these transcendent moments deliver with diminishing returns? Are we just getting a titillating taste of true reality or is it just a scratch and sniff of a single ingredient? If these transcendent moments are created through material objects but move beyond the object, mustn’t there be something beyond material reality?
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Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
Searching
*Fairytale Evolutions, Terminating Digital Mutations, Simulated Sensations, Transcendent Revolutions, Hybrid Generations, Altering Stagnant Amplifications, Shape Shifting Constellations, Sterilizing Implications, Eliciting Blissful Animations, Decoding Kaleidoscopic Flirtations, Fabricating Holographic Dimensions, Reflecting Labyrinth Ramifications, Transgressional Diversifications, Empathetic Extortion, Serene Distortion, Subversive Contortion, Forging Conceptual Inoculations Violating Illusionary Variations, Incarnating Prototype Deviations, Radiating Subtle Speculations, Catalyzing Crystallized Civilizations. -01:09AM*
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Prelude 3.0
Ever so smoothly, we dance to the music of passion. Ever so softly we fall like feathers from the wings of Eros and Phileo. Ever ardent we bring each other warmth and affection transcendent. Ever do we love.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
Ever Do We Love.
I must write! The transient words pass by my consciousness like the piercing lights that take dull eyes aback and linger for a few brief moments in the peripherals-- before disappearing back into the heavens. Curse these confounded ink-stained fingers; your scribblings barely get the thoughts out in time, and you do so with mortal wounds of aches and cramps, and god-forbid, your pen runs out of ink! So you keep your tools sharp and your stone tablets at hand, for when transcendent light strikes again: You will be not be caught off-guard by serendipity.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
I Must Write!
I strive to be… a transcendent being… armed with fearless questioning powered by Love and light. A transcendent being ...is not lead by ploys to keep the world separated. ..does not judge others In order to feel better about themselves. A transcendent being is comfortable in their own skin... therefore … ego and envy are taken out of the mix... A transcendent being sees through fearless eyes the beauty of the rest of the world, A transcendent being carries with them their own personal joy… excited by possibilities and purpose their world becomes full of adventure. Problems do not disappear… They simply become a challenge Fueled by what could be inspired by justice distributed with integrity. Without fears… transcendent beings see what is truly needed… … a system designed with the realities of the present and accommodations that are handed out justly… distributed with intregrity. Ushering out "should's" And “should not’s” Replaced with more… fearless compassion... and why not's. Imagine then... what you would change... and join me in striving To be a Transcedent Being.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
To Be A Transcendent Being...