when the angels took me to Venus finally i met her in palaces in skies above skies. she was crying tears of gold asking God "may you please sing a new song?" and so it was, there in the secret most Holy place we began..
Author: John O Sanford
what was it that could turn the force of Pluto? from his destructive pose, to one of the exact opposite? the forces of nature inside you from languish to vigilance from storm to calm. were the keepers poised for annihilation? or was it that they could feel the vibration of eternal life. i choose the … Continue reading ode to the keepers..
Cyborg sun in the palm of your hands the heavenly bodies racked and placed on new cycles world energy machine head waters rivers streams oceans laughter and i never left. and never will. i live....everywhere well go ahead then, make some clouds world energy machine swallows things takes long rests in dark reaches fires out … Continue reading Well Go Ahead Then, Make Some Clouds.
and send him into heaven falling evermore banished till midnights age is crawling blue oculus phychiatric rite from which we brought the arcons back to life through careful consent and mingling pythons grip oh the sunlight calling old horace to rise again a new sun emblazened and ripped open the sky and those of us … Continue reading Old Horaces golden face
the cold wind over the mountains from the sea thick fog burned up by the sun seemingly longer to midnight the first day of the begining of time i set my dreams in motion this time my sweet sweet darlin. dont eat the Apple...
despite what you were told everything is heating up everything is alive i gotta view of it from here its golden and your face mystic sand rhythms in your heart blends when we get close the rhythms harmony a field magnetic electric Lord sing a new song please..
Old Susanna doesn't cry for us. the pass where she made her journey first is a nice place to sleep for the evening. The wind feels wonderful coming down these hills.