time no time reveals
     in neverland we grow 
          feeling tasting loving
          grasping dreaming falling
       to surrender in our turn    
     through stargates  
  death and birth

At 15 we were women
And at 12 we were sexualized, scrutinized , afraid , wary , shameful .

Plain Sight is the best place to hide something,
What do you stand for?

We are made from the creative ****** force,
So don’t tell me that I must be dressed up like a pig after slaughter to experience
Sexuality….
I’m made from an ******.
I’m an ******’s repercussions…
And I won’t be told any different
No matter how “scary” you make *** sound
I’m pure ENERGY WALKING.
I’m a cosmic bliss wave flowing….
What do you stand for?
At 15 we were women , but we didn’t know what it was to respect our wombs for the stargates they are.
At 12 we were sexualized , scrutinized , afraid , wary , shameful of the natural blooming of this  cosmic force, sneaking looks at naked ladies on the internet
but we didn’t know how to respect that shaking energy that called out
so we hid it  , underneath our pillows.
Plain sight is the best place to hide something , and right there on the cover of The Sun or Daily Star is the most powerful force for change on this planet.
A woman…
And her ****** power –
If a woman can create a child from her own energy systems in 9 months
Then what do you think that power could do to a project or idea
Over .. say 5 years…?
What you stand for is where you invest your attention.
But for now we march on –
Because there are forces mightier than any human being
And they move despite all our frantic pride and jealousy ,
hatred and pain
they move in our heartbeats and in that solar flare , or the pulsar star on the other side of the universe
they move in the spaces dark energy
they move
crescendos rising
majestic beyond any king or queen
holy like you’ve never been privy to
the forces that move in the wild flowers breath
power the changes on our planet .

Balance is coming
Will you be in balance?

the
beauty of blackness
for
thou
art wonderful
in
the
creation of light
unto
this world
that
manifested in
the
building of
the
Great Pyramids
project
the
heavenly constellations
and
journey towards
the
stargates Sirius A and B
generates
beauty of blackness
through
a deeper and spiritual
understanding of mankind

i watch a man's body expire
i want to be inside him
i want to feel his spirit shaking free
blocking out the customary wailing from others present
i try to focus on his destination
wishing to sense with a sense
outside of the five
moving beyond
through clouds or
stargates or
complete dimensions
to places where dimensions don't exist
where measurements don't exist
there's no sadness
just... release

(who said anything about dying?)

because you didn't think the southwest was beautiful in a desolate way
all of those ancient layers of rock
stayed standing despite the earth shifting around them
perhaps they are stargates that we have once passed through in other forms
only to come back to where it began
you quoted nietzsche to me:
"time is a flat circle"
in fact you said that many times
i have already done this, i have already made my choices
i have resorted to convenience when i thrived on the uncertainty
coming and going is all the same when there is no end
you're an old bruise i keep pressing on
the blood underneath fresh and flowing to the haunted spots you keep leaving in me
maybe i hope you can cover enough area that i finally dissolve
the ******* in me wants a reason to hurt
i really should not feed her, but she is begging
and i have a hard time saying what is enough
when i am so good at turning nothings into somethings,
and somethings into nothings

My heroes were
windows of wonder

That gathered no dust
upon sills

But under the leaves
of their autuums

They turned into stargates
battling over their own wills

Falling like meteors
into the deathtrap of time

Across the night's sky
to the memories of mind

Upon the sad realization
that it was evident

They were no more
infallible than the heavenly sent

That their seconds were
accumulating score

Leading to the exit of the
house of life's back door

All of my Heroes are zeros who got lucky in some way

Whose arc of spark is spent  
and now fade away