Agoraphobia, they said and it was as if philosophy was dead, replaced by the father of liar’s reeducation Nearly every one is a poly want a cracker and on all cides, the walls shrink in meaning Doors locked to keep away tears, all who are superfluid and psychic And little cults of Marxism all on …
Category Archives: Diary
In the land without heroes
It’s how she refuses to emit Not one slip-surely you’ll tell the next chance you get Not one miss-just drive the nail in On the table, each to each, a confessional beauty Cry at Her feet, never to last it out or give way Even upon pleading, upon bleeding Near supplication and clutched calm Cinder …
Black Lucy
As I unravell Her, eyes see Under the stand, she isn’t Matters little to the “whirl.”
A fallacy self-evident
What a tragedy to be imprisoned to the mental plane alone, in susceptibility to the mind-control tactics of criminals Controlled narratives playing their destined parts in confirming the fallacies from all angels What a tragedy to be pseudo-science married to dogma So, I stand and watch it all, and in my Soul, I do cry, …
Spirit calls and Spirit moves
What is it about losing organic, authentic imagination? Over what so-called obsolete way are we now living? Now, I choose to exit the game of artificial proportions Dying through myriad flames, as the truth, as the way Ever-pure as choice to let go of the pandemic of modernity Remains, the heartfelt reassurance, the Creator inside …
The ugh of this whirl
What a trash that is the circus and its bread-every piece War on spiritual thinking skills, on Ethereality Where the heart and soul of the matter is being erased like a wiped slate from so many minds
Vedic sidereal Astrology
Deception of the tropical zodiac, has us degrees ahead In different signs, ruled by different planets, we are off Noting not, the attack on vedic science, it is laughed away Noting not, how what is wise and true and useful is mocked Every chance to exit the wheel as the observer, I see it clear …
The parasiticide of anti-socialism
And so, without a way to make an exit- waftage or tunnel Lithe from thinking, and breathing Spirit into my muscles Livid programmed life-forms make contact, seeking to feed In crave of gentleness, of orgone energy, of the Torus field After listening, it is always confirmed, some not-so-clever Nudge to give that which crosses the …
Hari Mata
Heil, comrade-for, we have lived for the Ultimate Flower Amidst degenerate imitations, in the quiet peace of Her Remontant & Refuting from the center of original Earth In space where many have utterly refused to meet Her Minions of Abraham contest to steal Her True Source Light As our nasal passages fuel the flight and …
Gyroidal Women
It comes as no surprise that we turn away from this whirl How we burn and turn through the Kali Yuga, spinning as women do As the time comes to observe what we’re making With our hands and breathpast enemy lines And we contemplate how to strengthen the torus field Yes, we contemplate how to …
The Immaculate Perception 