and wasnt it now more then ever that we needed the language if the heart to be spoken? in broad daylight and at night...
Month: September 2017
ode to the love of the poor..
how evil, could get away, for so many years, for so many generations with doing to the good and the poor what it has. so much blood in the name of power.. in the name of a cult.. how evil could run so amok and be left un checked? its a wonder, if this planet … Continue reading ode to the love of the poor..
coming to a place of love and true care healing the new skin healing the new world the egg of the old as food for our garden the master tends his vineyard and remains in the future where no physical thing can find him. he invites you too leveraging the power of the infinite as … Continue reading Homeostasis
in my hands
So lets place the capstone, and make our new language then? or a few bottle caps and a mobile and some sun light.. i was waiting in the late summer for the next few seasons to see the mustard plant of next year.. holding a wild gord in my hand...
A Golden Road..
then she reared her head in my direction, riding bare back on the beast she said," i eat rocks, i eat diamonds.." my sword plunged into her and threw into the beast.. dividing everything in every direction the beast began its deaththrows and that world she was lay silent finished Golden roads ahead..new worlds ahead..
what were you waiting for? the rhythm couldnt have been in a better spot to make the transition from telling to harmony from singularity to concious flow two notes not in discord harmony balance it was never something that complicated.. just love
the perfect American Stoop
shadows of communication lines long shadows of power transmission lines salty lips from oceanas embrace. sun sheds golden tear in the form of beams and waves and particles well whatever you like, really.. nobody seems to understand that notion we just settle for the lowest possible value instead of reaching what we could actually be... … Continue reading the perfect American Stoop
this time when Atlas held the world his alter ego smashed the last one. and we all went with it but you couldnt see not even a blink of an eye you couldn't even tell i'm here we are in a new world stargates plastering new words on streets. back to the place we always … Continue reading old Atlas..