Fleeting acceptance, make me your witness, force me close with the arms atop your eyes. Correct my mould with the fingers from the sky. Reverse my order, and "Repeat machine." Look in my eyes, my mouth becomes mean. Atop the surface of a Holy little hymn, Atop the Earth, I join the corps of… Continue reading Number: January 3, 2009
I wish people knew: the person behind the eyes was never created to become a freckle of their past.
Somedays come & go, without pointing to the next, so, I huddle down low, & break at the crest-- A waveform of a person [a being I love] --To me, is so beautiful, I shall repeat so for the above. To be so sweet, all of divine, blossoms forth from boulders, & fractals,… Continue reading The Power Grid
What would it be- to turn to another page-- Where I did not hold any concept, Where I saw no more age. It would be a new state of forgotten words, where we looked at each other, and beheld the observed. So beautiful, So linear, and so out of line, Where time regains… Continue reading *Edit
Visualizing where I dream to be- Whilst being there is a mighty, mighty thing. To stand on the teeth of description, while maintaining my own integrity, and learning to form a formation of foundation, where my flow of knowledge may develop into a stream. I speak of illusions that present themselves in farace.… Continue reading Portal-able
"There is something in the air tonight," said The Sad One to The Queen, "I was walking around outside and--" She then proceeds to halt talking, as The Queen lowers her head, and whispers nonchalantly-- Something I cannot hear, since, I am just a distant observer writing. A secret of the trade -to share ideas… Continue reading Perspectivity: The Parable of The Queen & The Sad One
"I lost my way," said the girl, who was found TODAY.
If truth is this & I am that- what is matter, when dependent on fact? If belief is knowing that you know that you know- then why waddle in doubt, yet feel comfort alone? Many poems on my minds & words from my soul, that get covered in cheese & fall right off the bone.… Continue reading Lady Justice: Wake Up in the Late Afternoon
In such quarters, we plant & water with the words of Me, Sing, to sing of our inevitable horizons, thus sprouting forth into a land of liberty! I may turn, to turn, to move, & end up in 360°, The collective act of actions, reveals truth in actuality. Falling into focus, we wake up by… Continue reading Panorama’s Box
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