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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 ***

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

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

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.

Its just me thinking while I sleep.

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.

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

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

This is a funny storey.
The tree asked me, is this funny funny - or just funny...
I said Im not sure yet.
The tea poured in to the cup and swirled round and about §.
Its like I waked in to a dream I lived before.

Time wont tell.
Still.. love and funny is time I cant tell.
Some thing is helping me from a boy to now.
I cant see it - But I know its there.
Comfort and believing in me.
I help others and the love sets me free.

I cant let this be.

Dedicated to a Brother who believed he would be ok.
Knew he was Protected by the saves he had made.

It took time.. but he made it.
He made it.

Love and honesty will set you

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

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.

I will push them away
as long as they are there to push
I will away as long as they need I
They will away when they see my need
I could not show love
I was buried
They will be free
as I will be deep
The need to release
to set the free
Balance the whole in me

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.

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

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

I did see -
I spoke.
I was spoken with-
Yet it was not seen by others...
Then, one day it was seen
They were scared and made it something else.
They justified it to their minds.
Fear of unknown petrified them.
I was confused.
Then it never arrived again.
I did speak again - be still was shouted !
Think it was more scared of them.
Feeling of over and end.
Acceptance is a scary thing.
I did see.

Ghost? or just me.

My skin does not fit.
Love and live.
Hope si seconds away.
Live the hope.
Levi makes me nervous - what if - 501

Life  - Love
Efil  - Love
Ilfe - Love
Ifil - Love

Life fills me.
I have love in me.
We are we.
I am you.
You are love.
Be free.

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.

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.

At the time logic was the answer.
Who would believe the layer between all things is the network
of all things.
Atoms and logic.

Its not you..
Was wondering, then.. it was just I.

Without your light - I am pensive shadow.
With your light I am alive.
If we both shine .. we blind.
I am grateful we know how live.

I dont know how to make this a poem.

Feeling like I am connect to everything.
If this is so.. then its ok to be quiet and excited.

Depressed and content with it.

Self destruct and instruct well being too.
Is this True.. can it be life as I know it.

So be it.
So be happy with it.
So be sad when you need it.

Return when you ready.
Just be ready when you do.
I'm waiting for me.

Over and end.

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…

Your name - The sound of your name - the wonder of the reason you were named with the sound you are called by.

The sound
The feeling
the ....
The live

look back when the vibration is called forward.
look forward when the
listen

our sound of calling you.

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.

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 !

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.

i Point with my small finger now.
Now i know not to point with index finger - it can be harmful.

When the suns cry
The clouds calm
This makes rainbows
This makes life

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

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.

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.

Come here

See me
See you
Be free
Im here - see me
You there, free?
Be here with me
So long
Just not meant to be.

Hate you - free me
Hate me, be free of you.

Let you go -

We are free.

Boring

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.

The smell of winter colour is warm.

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.....

Sometimes I dream Im flying
Sometimes I fly
Sometimes.

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.

What is that sound
When I drive back to city
That droning low rumble
- calling me back
Calling me wild
Fear
Worry
Like a child to blind
I hear the call of back to me.
I feel the nonsense
Adult I must be.

I Love the child in me.
Not forgotten - I still feel me.
That’s what keeps me free

Now a smoke and a whiskey **