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 …
Tag Archives: Thoughts
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 True Anima del Mundo
The one who’s always here for me, through fire and ice HER, the creative principle, the regenerative principle- ELLA Emergencies, you gave me the Winter and we wintered well Friend of the vulnerable, of the needy, of the innocent-you Endowment of genius made manifest in the spinning of Life Mirror to mend the cracks, warm …
Reclusion
The oscillation between philanthropy and misanthropy Richness of hyper-awareness brimming out of the pores Under and overstated hands conceal the conductor’s play Too reserved and self-contained to be much fun anyway Helping only the gentle spirits, ones inclined to do no harm Beneath the surface, life is preserved with solitude Emerging only to see if …
Extraordinarily Vulnerable
Smell the purity of this blood, I can add it to the list to do Halt, to clean and clean another mind-set, to drink water A time beyond, to inner-space, interfacing and countering Running over a statue of liberty, livid and distressed-wet In the sinking mind and the love I will always, ever hold onto …
Through the Whirls I never asked for
Burning and turning through the whirls I never asked for Every yearning dies into the see as I take up my cross Acceptance in order to Exit, love Under the wobbly stand of some, I allow uncertainty, pain, surprise Topless confession in the right hand of my surfacing dream Yonder the daze of a cyclical …
I’m not losing my sanctity
Something in the breaking down of the soil of the mind Anyone can see it’s dark and fertile, anyone can dig North nodes, they don’t pick up the bags of the setup that is the moon So, carry, I will, what I must- with or without a map And help those who are in need …
The Signs of Our Times
I won’t accept the bending of wills, harming of innocence Near fury, we demand justice for all victims of paedophilia Dropping the bitter truth into the collective mind In times of high crimes against humanity, breathe spirit-fire Prepare to serve and protect innocence Notice the riting in their temples-don’t bury your head Ask not, for …
Herme’s Bird
What it feels like when you just drop on by Would you take a walk around my mind and take some thoughts home? Go on, take a few more-do you want the tears? I remember you told me to “just take a chance on love” and yet, I’m still thinking it over. More aversions to …
Figure you IN
Take up your cross and take off the persona, snickers Of pure intent in air flow in between the offering of words Got to burn every mental prison in these guttural sounds Every tear piping hot, a sacrament ready for the drinking To see inside of water, to see how much love remembers Halt the …
The Immaculate Perception 