And can't we? Can't we know the dancer from the dance? for the dance is all its own but the dancer she brings heat she brings her eyes she makes it real. apart from the dance her mind is beautiful and she holds up the entire universe with her movement...

when i am in battle. when i am in the heat of the middle of the struggle i hear your voice, and it brings me straight out of it and into another time and place...

We must awaken and Rise! we must use our voice to shudder time and divide as we will

i went to the moon for you i saw all their wondrous terrible psychological operations going on i pulled back the curtain for you i proclaimed loudly in love and light this is life! its not a game its not an operation its not a machine it IS Sacred.

was it that we were asleep? she came in dancing from the great central sun. and touched our foreheads and we rose the crags and crevaces and twisted menaces of the underworld started to lift in a mist and we found ourselves in paradise again..

i have navigated the hall of the fallen and learned what it meant to be in the waters of chaos Ive left that too and navigated the halls of the warrior and still on to another one of peace one of no chaos no war one where the spirit abounds and the flesh is aloud … Continue reading ode to the Halls of Man →

i am sitting in the bath reading and writing about the higher form of war i am bathing, and i am at war i am in love do you want to be my friend? i am in the trenches i am on the front line. i have come to the cross roads and the devils … Continue reading did you get the memo?this is not Mundi →