You will look for me, but you will not find me; and where I am, you cannot come. John 7:34
Tag Archives: Life
Exceptionally sensitive to nuance
Can it be that the changes are turning the tries again Ineffable occurrence showing up like an impossible dream Nude of soul beauty and extending all hands as the sky falls Ether we are together or we’re not together; ’cause I’m here Emanating movement drawing out my tears and I am Listen to sounds of …
Teardrop
Produced by Grantley “Daddy G” Marshall, Andrew “Mushroom” Vowles, Robert “3D” del Naja & Neil Davidge Album:Mezzanine [Verse 1]Love, love is a verbLove is a doing wordFeathers on my breathGentle impulsionShakes me, makes me lighterFeathers on my breath [Chorus]Teardrop on the fireFeathers on my breath [Verse 2]Night, night, after dayBlack flowers blossomingFeathers on my breathBlack …
The melancholy of most mournings
How to pick up speed when the whirl is shot to hell anyway; the heated, the so-called holy, they talk among the vines, of ‘niceness’ that doesn’t last and what does not matter is kept, as what does matter is abandoned How shrill, this droning is, the way that many pretend to be artists as …
A time for everything
Yes, it is noble, persistence, but it meets the path of most resistance, so it is folly in form There is a time for everything, so there is time for that and if you feel me squirm through the flames of uncertain love, then I ask for the light to be made manifest through the …
Another timeline ago
Where I fall, open, to receive on the grounds of merely being real and murderous as the divinity of discernment and hate, as the witness of the walking dead and then spiraling return as the eternal observer- yonder the impulse to kill, the righteous wrath that fuels all destructions of ages we’ve made it out …
Ultra negative
In the pick apart of reality, dash to see what is, doing Inside complex structures and over the top, this whirl never tells us to face North Coaching me to get a grip as I go analyzing the shit outta and the revelations are much bolder and darts come and thy are aimed at my …
Arriving at Honesty
And the withholding No, don’t dare to deny it, any nudity, any sense of revelation Undressed in crowds, no, so I flee and say — Candor that burns, a dream ignited, some awkward output, but as honest as life and yet the spaces, the gnossiene, I still live in Crystalline, sacred tears break the reserve …
The Immaculate Perception 