(Sept. 22-Oct. 22) Clutching what is left of my adrenals to my left knuckle, I fidget and I shift from point to angles and dig deeper to all that which can serve a purpose or is reason enough to give what remains of my maddening obsessions and perfections always a breath away The time to …
Tag Archives: Thoughts
Love anyway
Chew it up and spit it out, every violation of the Spirit Paths cross and the cross we carry alone And there is a Christ in every crisis and a message in every pain that calls for us to make peace again
Alone with Spirit
Truth be told-who comes to see the showdown? Once again, primitive beasts in human skin, they enjoy the masquerade of niceness and call to feed like a vortex I will continue to go at it alone and prefer to fast then dine with the fraudulent I will continue to spend my nights alone with Spirit …
Long and Fine branches
Catalyst for change, or mirror of our own apathetic mind The cost of living true has brought me long and fine branches Each one spinning their chapters of Life into mundanity Questions, some love to grab at our members and drive us out Into the nameless streets, zooming solicitors, each with another brand of perversion …
Le Fool
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 …
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 …
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 Immaculate Perception 