round about midnights age tarnished copper patina silent furling waves trechery through alien artificial intelect entrainment lost humanity, lost fraternity blessed sacraments changing reality close your eyes you can see it if you want outward manifestation care love then bind it together and call it a race to the finish line call it a capstone
Author: John O Sanford
and wasnt it now more then ever that we needed the language if the heart to be spoken? in broad daylight and at night...
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..
just as the old vine soaks in the blood of the ancient war.. the new wine the sacred female whose cycle is commanded by the cycles of the moon are you aloud a place here? or are they poisoning the vine? or are they plucking you off the vine and planting you in fertile soil? … Continue reading oh Mother..
as the discord of the present moment prepares to come to an end, the beings left in discord will remain until the energy itself is worked out in physical ways. 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 … Continue reading Homeostasis
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...
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..