Sounds arrive to ears-
Also, heart and skin.
Eyes smell and nose listens..
Makes no sense.

Sadly and Currently -
2023 can f-off !

There is hope of a purple 2024 for all creatures.
Trees of small and oceans of tall.
Colours of wind - bring the swell.
Light and kindness to all.

The 4am need of smoke with clear cold sky and blanket.
Kalahari desert of old.
Hominini are wondering about water and grub.
Butterflies are playing with flowers.
Purple is moving forward with no regard.
Now Humans are here - and the tank is almost empty.
The sun burns hard through the smoke cleared.
Clean is the sphere - but expected kindness was not to be.
Clear of purple violet is the new fear.

Time does not wait for compassion.
Earth will rebell and take her children back.

On my Walkman - 1986 Helbron flat 180 Pine Street.
Walking on a hot summer eve down pine street hill, those smells... ...Wilson toffee's melting on the hot pavements - and chicken roasting machines outside the local Portuguese shop.
Arcade machine music - Pac man & street fighter sounds in the corner of the café.
The smell of fresh chlorine and water after school.
The Green grass feels and tickles under my toes, and the taste of Oros juice.
Plastic table clothe with bees humming a tune.
The feel of heat evaporating the burn next to the pool.
The touch of baked towel from the sun.
Night life of adventure in Pretoria, was 16.
Memories of life and wonder as teen…

The smell of winter colour is warm.

The Panther jumps high - below is the valley with shadow - The sun above brings light and balance of sorrow.

Turn the key -
No matter how much we think we have - nothing can stop the actual time assigned.
All are looking - do we see...
Clouds move
Rain falls
Snow builds
Sprung is spring
Then its all again
The conquer of lock , is love in a timeless flow of patients
and selfless - agitated baking and waiting of bread, teaching
those who need assistance.
Kindness to one self and understanding the lock of love.

Write on that paper I say to me.
But, deep between the micro layers its already written.
So.. I write on top of millions of what has been older than me.
I arrive back to live and love now.

No future and no past - just here in a moment to share on
pixel paper with who ever reads this.
It seems to me there is only now, kindness and hope.
Everything else is a thought before paper.

Clarity of vision
Twixed and twined
Love and life is blind
Mean it - take it - bind it..
You will never know what it holds-
trust it with open kindness.

No one can trust it
No surprise it fails.

Simply trust your self as you know you trust
your body to breath while you sleep.

Universe of light and encouragement of life
will always be. 80.000 before and more after.

Rain scatters across widows.
Bump - the sound.. strange.
lazy afternoon, get up and look -

A little bird huddles in the corner outside.
Run out and lift little warm body in hand.

Stare down at envelope of fingers holding precious
bird and feel the breathing and fast heart beat..

Connect sublime in a way that, is an instant feeling of sorrow.
Little bird shudders in my hand, softens and lay lifeless.

Natures connect - is the loudest word and feeling.

Best you respect yourself - whether you kak yourself out- or happy for 2 mins a day. look after your kids - hate everyone else in the world cause they all wrong anyway. ~Floss and brush your teeth till they tiny stumps..as this helps anger issues.. if not - tattoo your whole face to look like your toe nails. Or fake some of it, some of life you dont agree with. Just until the next glorious curry ****.. Then remember life is what you make it. Kak all the way to the end. **

Run to the phone box ..
Coins clinking in pocket.. run, run..
I have something to say - rain pouring.
Drenched, running and splashing now.
Someone in box.. jumping up and down with excitement
waiting.... Finally they finish and its my turn to tell her I love her!
Dial quick... ring ring..ring ring..
Voice - hello
Hi its me !
Voice who?
ME!
I want to say i.....

Its just me thinking while I sleep.

Mass of people say something together at the same time,
What about earth?
Earth listen to mass.
The answer arrives.
Then mass behave like crazy children needing loo roll and sweets..
Now naughty step will calm children.. to see WHY we said what about earth.

Love and respect.

Funny time

Christos
"anointed one"

Many there are and have been.

Buddha
Krishna
Jesus
and many many more…

These are societies current -
All have the same concept of rebirth.

Be your own anointed one, love and kindness
to family and friends, known or unknown.
Your neighbour, you local street cat or fox.

We are are anointed with possibilities.

Love to all this 2020.

Cause I wanted to know why everyone likes that.
Its aways about hurt.
Please people - must we all be suffering our own *******.

I dont know how to make this a poem.

Give me
I need
you give
I demand
We regret
I am me
You are a ship sailing away
Demand is to release
We are playing in the sandpit of life.
re lation ship

Servant of what.
Me ?
Life
Courage
Blame
Need
Im not a servant to see..
Im simply a result to society, yes a person
who has no idea of Doctren bestowed on me.

I blame my lack of seeing whats in front of me.
When I was a child, I did see and feel everything.

Now its gone - I am a serpent of we.

Little sharp mind again, wish for freedom.

Maybe thats the Servant.

When the ripples of a moment move out.
I wait for the motion to arrive back to me
Waiting is clear thing we all need.
Wait for ripples to come back to thee.

Sensitivity of hearing

Cutlery and plates smashed in the metal sink
Neighbours rumbling loud and low
Cat calling 3 blocks away
Mind calculating and attempting to calm cat and sink
Loud is the nerve endings, like antenna of feelings

Why then super sensitive to sound, clicks, ticks
driving me to hold my ears closed.
Its outside .. sound is not inside I say to the wave.

The monster can grab and grip and whirl a tee spoon fall
ting, ting ,ting , and turn high frequency on.. to push fingers
to ear holes.

Consider me.
I hear the cat call.
I am connected to the noise of all.

The city world is low rumble and loud for my ears and fingers.
You can hear it also, but you can ignore it too.

Consider me - I hear it all of the time.
I can hear the dust falling, thats loud enough.

Aspergers - love and be kind.

Like sound waves move and get through.
Colour of feelings arrive and touch.
I see it sometimes - and sometimes it gets through
the barriers of touch.
Waves and Colour of life is in me and you.

Gidz

In respect of colour timing and grace of friendship.

Me, I respect your love of wild.

You never did confuse not between one and another.
You Gidz show grace.
You Gidz have kindness.
You brother, have the crazy openly.

Hide the loss.
Feeling loss is the axe of love loss.. it Fucken hurts!

Have a coffee and Prego with me.. have a whiskey and laugh with me.
When we alone together, focus arrives in my project, your help and Encouragement sublime!

When we wonder, the colour timing of the universe arrives to the project; the mission of help you always deliver.

When you spend time with me – I feel I have your full attention.
I am the only one in this project and meeting.
I thank you for that – crazy violet light you are.

When we all make movies – you are always assisting ALL of us.
Deliver we did.

The way you bounced your courage and spirit around all of us –
Like a child on a bouncy castle… made me giggle and laugh.
I know I’m not the only one who felt the light of kindness from you.

The dark side of acceptance could be seen by your beautiful soul with loud judgment! You most certainly did not hold back on your
Theory of life, Gamma and Goats blurting!
Simply amazing-

I will miss long sunny afternoon chats on the balcony
of life.
Always near to be far, always in my heart ***

from google :

(vi) The Greek letter Epsilon '∈' is used for the words 'belongs to', 'is an element of', etc. Therefore, x ∈ A will be read as 'x belongs to set A' or 'x is an element of the set A'. (vii) The symbol '∉' stands for 'does not belongs to' also for 'is not an element of'.

In wonder - of the word belong.
Syntax and original word arrived in cyber text.

I choose to cover my head in culture.
I choose to wear nothing in *******.
I choose to have coffee in cafe to belong disconnect, yet in touch.
I choose to be divorced.

Kids will choose - and choice of hurt.

Belong.

We can choose to belong to Earth.
We all chose wrong.

Belong.
5 seconds of happy.

Choose to simply, be you. and Be strong.

This might be wrong.

kindness and compassion cant be a maybe.
You choose.

It dawned to me.
Everyone is a wonder and purple.
Forget that NOT.

No, I wont Understand.
Lets just be.
Stand and be equal.

The web of despair,
dissolves with kindness.

Water bows lines of fear, weight of compassion
breaks spinnerets of distrust.
Believe in transparency.
Believe in we of community.
Compassion of people will heal.

Or simply despair -

Beautiful one.
I did not know -
Was in my own throw.
Its clear to me now.
I  hiss and miss, was blind.
Was in a bind.
Was not arriving to land in time.
I did see and denied you and I.
Ran from I and you- like a child from fear.
Like a Man to war- was a child to blind love.

I will take cheese with that.

Not forgot and will remember always.

Dont go.

Go smart.
Protect everyone - forget yourself.
I arrive full shout, full tilt.
Know you are love.
Know you are light.
Know you are always there to sort **** out.

Sort it out for **** sakes.

Cant find my home.

Just cant see it - it's in front of me.
I see nothing-
Nomad is I, this is what I see.

I want to see-
But I wont believe me.

I cant see me.
I cant.
I'm in front of me.

I cant see I'm in front of me.

Nomad is we.

Be with I, Silence in lost of we.

You make me smile my happy.
I feel no judgment in me.
You make me feel smile open wide.

I make me feel happy for you 2 see me.
I make me feel no judgement.
When you are with I.

I
Smile with rotten teeth.
Smile with claws round me eyes .
Smile to be happy with your eyes.

Love to be me in your happy.

x

Which one should I see.

The mind one, or the body one...
Something is wrong - being strong to open.

Opening me to see if it's in my mind or really there physically -
Simply being open to me should heal me.

The cats distract me.

Better make a cup of tea.

Freedom to control.
We want to control our freedom.
Being in control is nothing but a hole.
Fighting to control is a fight for flight.

Free to want, is burdening our soul.

We don't have control.

Planted a letter to my Mum when I was 8. I was left with my aunt in Capetown..
My father left me with her while the divorce was going on.
Felt alone and rejected. Wrote a letter to to my Mum cause I wanted to be rescued...and gave it to the only one trusted to deliver the letter - The one who held me safe since I was 4..., the only one that gave me perspective.
The only one that held me tight so I would not fall.
Made a little hole, pressed my letter in between the fingers of root and earth.
I knew without reason this to be the only way.
I still believe to this day in the nature of nature.

The only thing I have found impossible thus far -
Is being able to love one thing only.
Only one human
Only one animal
Only one plant
Only loving one of anything is impossible to me.

Hide the bind
Find your kind
Find your blind
Bind the Twine
Blind the kind, hide yourself...

Bind your free with Kind
Find your twist
The ties that ....

Blind your Ego of self

All is compassion

Show yourself Kindness

Then - something about your mind..

This rhyming thing - can be so lovely and yawn.

Now I'm remote memory.
Adjustment is tricky.
Still, l cook for 4.
Yet I eat for me.
Physically alone.
Mentally 3 run riot.
I live now, and then.
Now Present.

Feeling runs down
Spin spokes push water out
When spin stills - water.. it runs inward
Feeling down and out
gravity is undone
I cry in to the sky
Water runs outward
Feeling drops in to me

Say what you mean.
Mean what you speak.
Hidden agenda is weak.

Bite yourself.
Pick yourself.
Scratch yourself.

Pick yourself to scabs.
Shred your hair and skin.
Shed your love.
Love your bile of bite.

Clean it !
Fix it..

Clean your bite.
Clean your scabs.
Clean your eyes.

Pick at it. till pure forms.
Own your self hate.
Pull the hairs till nothing grows.
End the self loathing till it slows.

Own it, own yourself healing.
Heal for ever as it must be.
Heal the bite.
Heal the scab.
Heal your love.

Learn to get through and see your beauty.
Love and beauty of own self will arrive shortly.

I believe in you.

Caring and giving hope.
Nothing to give.
Sake of it.
The shake of it.
Hoping to shake the..
Choice of feeling
The need for peeling
for the sake of care.
hope is despair and feeling is patient.
Keep on caring no matter what the feeling !

Wey swirls around.
Outing kindness
Drawn in, further and further.
Center is attraction of nothing but hope.
How to leave this is ..
Giving can be gravity that was not meant..
or at least unseen.
unseen swirls around like feelings
unbound

The wellingtons stand without feet.
Patiently and willing.
Forward they dont.
Love is kind.
Waiting is not.

My vice.



Never see the outcome.

I don’t seem to see the end.

I have seen it through in my mind space.

A challenged mind to myself.



Space in my mind is real , I just can’t see it.

Answers I know to be true - Just can’t see it through.



Stop the goal and see the truth.

I am my own goal.

I have seen perfection is simply protection.



I protect the outcome of mind space.



A challenged mind I am.



I see wonder in me.

Never did that happen
happen by two
50/50
Outcome is always infinity by half
Blame this -... no blame that ....
If I just did this at the time
No ! it will always that !

Magic will be in -  In the maybe
Maybe is the daily
Daily is the 50/50

Running out of time
Happen your always

It is never the outcome to blame arrogant Choice.
Get back to half
Love and blame has no place in magic.
Just infinity

They dont give me.
Recently Im empty.
Best get back to me.
Dont feed me.
I will empty, leave me.
I will see to hurt me.
Skinny I am.
Pretty, dont you see....
Im empty.
Cant you see.
Brexit is killing we.
Hate and culling will be the end of us.
Borders of shame.

Rise people
People rise

No end in sight

best to flight

Free of need and

Magic or reAl.
rEal or magic.
feel or real.
Disconnected or tuned in.
Tune the real
Tune the magic
Is it a game .. or is it *******
feel the game and call it
tragic

Drives me blind.
Perception blinds my drive.
CONTROL.
Must control the confusion.
Configure another way.
Always contemplating
Always muxing
There must be another way...

But there is not.
Figure another stay.

The trees.
Small are we.
Simple tadpoles in the weeds.
Strong we grew.
Few are we, masters we want to be.
The trees , our friends let us be
They keep us safe.. those masters of kindness.
The leafs that sway comfort.
I betray thee
We dont know how to be.
Forgive us
Masters of me.