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Eternal Revolution
Compliance in an alliance that is not of yourself
will bring no health or wealth.
By stealth, internal treason, even for a season
will bring conflict, dichotomy and more.
Soulache, brainshake for sure.
Combine sublime designs for a pattern of progress;
spiritual ingress, to the fortress of "I".
For as within, so without: have no doubt.
And none other than you, and what you do,
will turn your thoughts into things.
True.
Where
Striving, intent on surving
amidst the coiling turmoil
of internal paradoxical shifting.
Revealing, unconcealing
the programs of patterns past.
unravelling the knots of paths travelled
to weave into the tapestry of the future.
Seeking the centre of the sphere,
the focal point of infinity.
To regin our birthright,
our unity, our divinity.
A gift from the one to us all.
From there.....where?
Follow the wind; make connection.
surge with the deepest urge
within your soul.
The Warrior Tree Massacre.
How can mans ignorance cut the limbs of old?
And savagely, carelessly slice the feet of strength.
How can one mans words desecrate, humiliate?
And decide the future of the warrior trees fate.
The reason, the purpose, its sadly too late...
When stood at his scarred, ripped, torn, damaged feet,
looking up at what now are stumps of defeat,
A friends eyes of disgust and pure disbelief
Unbelievable I feel and grotesque speak.
Utter sadness follows
No words can fit these acts of gore,
as he tells me of the beauty that once stood before.
The reach of his limbs and sheer size of bulk.
The protective qualities of this true warrior hulk.
We wondered what "inspired" this desecration
that seems to be the norm in this uncaring generation.
What recompense did the butchers receive
that allowed their conscience to believe
this mutilation was alright?
I can hear them saying..."we've got bills to pay
and anyway, it's only a tree."
What price do you put on the silent scream
of a tree that is so brutally
consigned to the land of the dream?
Not just for this guardian my anger and sadness,
but at humanity's wanton madness.
Will it be the last animal, mineral, or tree
when we realise we can't eat money?
For all who read this, mark ye well
for the end of the tale is yet to tell.
Trees are the old ones of this land,
holding memories of the places where they stand.
Once before a massacre like this occurred,
and our memories of place, of self, became blurred.
Our connection with ourselves and the land became dim,
and darkness and fear did slowly seep in.
So reclaim yourself! And your love for the land!
For vast changes are now surely at hand.
Throw out your newspapers, turn off your tv,
Get out, breathe the air and befriend a tree.
Ditch the mind pollution and you will see.
Ditch the mind pollution and you will see.
Ditch your mind pollution and you will SEE.
Chimp Chatterings pt 2.
Aggravated idiocy
with too much complacency.
They're swarming once again,
just like all
the time.
Not committing any crime
apart from baleful repetition.
Emotional submersion
awaiting chemical conversion;
the
"ultimate" chimps suck on their juice.
Let loose!
Freedom for a short season,
abandoning all reason.
Cognitive
treason to the core.
Yet they'll always want more...
Midnight Blackbird.
Quite the unknown,
undone without woe,
flat out is just too slow
for me.
No accomplice
is bliss
in this stealth parade,
a masquerade to free WE.
Remains of the past
fall like fruit from the tree,
energised
earthly entropy.
Betwixt and between
if you know what I mean.
A blackbird at midnight,
you know what I mean.
Goldfish
The shallow gasps of a dying, infectious consciousness pervade our
being. A relentless stream of non sense
invades us through our eyes
and ears, influencing our decisions and thus our path and what defines
us, shapes us. Which
is why we are awakening. The dream has become
rancid, and as the ream becomes real, so reality becomes sour,
tainted.
We are converging from sluggish slavery to brutal awareness;
harsh yet inevitably necessary, and without a trace of "fate",
purely
because energy flows where attention goes. What are you paying
attention to. And how much are you paying...?
Too You
Sometimes it's all just too much...
Thought, feeling, sensing, being.
Nirvana's
a bad bet at best,
for nothing stays still,
and yet the idea of nothing still stays.
Frightening in it's implicated
antiness
yet alluring nonetheless.
And then a fractal door presented itself.
Opened; and I saw infinity.
All and
everything ever.
And there I was,
slap bang in the middle of it all.
Beware (or charlie says...)
Spiritual
corruption
material destruction
lowest compulsion
of highest function
urgent re-integration
mental deviation
from
soul substation
luciferic conflagration.
Avoid annihilation!
Multidimensional relocation
Surf's Up!
A seashell in my ear,
all that I can hear,
waves, crashing.
The salty
taste of fear
in a single lonely tear.
Waves, crashing.
I think I've passed the end
into forever I will send
my
waves crashing, crashing.
No barriers will hold me
even though they all told me
a sheep without a flock will never
be
much more than lonely.
Yet in solitude I'm free
to explode into me
and send my waves fierce crashing
back
to the sea.
Shared.
So now, to fill this page.
An age
has come and gone since my word hoard shone.
Like the treasure of the drarves,
buried deep, asleep; unknown
in
the castle keep.
A dormant dragon presented a flagon
of ale, so rising from his slumber,
derising the smoke that
rises
from such a pitiful fire. No pyre,
yet the spark that kindles the wildfire,
the all consuming wildfire,
that
when sated leaves emptiness,
and the promise of something new.
It is death
that defines life.
Sincere Bullshit....Am I Lying?
Look me in the eyes!
It's really
no surprise
that you can.t, shan't
acknowledge the differences
that make us the same.
My anger rises, derises
the
apparent void between us.
Illusion confusion,
the boundaries that we maintain.
Strain! Your brain
seeks patterns,
connections.
But inflexions of verbal nonsense
give no recompense, it's true.
Well' I'll tell you what I'm gonna
do...
Laugh! Smile!! Shine!!!
Darken, harken to myself.
Pixie, gnome, goblin, elf.
All in one; myself.
Chimp
Chatterings. (In a pub style)
Mind-less babble of the "ultimate" chimps.
Evolutionary penultimation;
is
this the final station?
No rest from the prison of words,
concepts, ideals, beliefs,
snaring us in perceived freedom.
The
incessant static of vocalised nonsense;
no sense or recompense
through oneself or the company of others.
like minded,
yet utterly different,
and ultimately, intrinsically linked.
Oh woe!! Where to go?
Anywhere.
We'll always be here.
Lizard
Loungings.
In dreams the unknown is beautiful, possible.
Inconsequential; terrifying yet alluring.
In dreams
we are unknown to ourselves.
A never ending fractal coruscation.
A scintillating spectre of deep desire
and morbid
dissolution.
Purification and pollution.
A flickering flame in a sea of pearls,
a forest of fragrant death,
a
cemetary of quiet regeneration,
a familiar street in nowhere,
a friend you'll never know.
In dreams we dissolve
into forever
and hear the laughter of children,
the sigh of a life well lived,
the silence of a seed splitting;
roots
diving, shoots yearning.
The hiss of the mist settling
as we awake.
A Little Death
Languid
benevolence;
the afterthroes of melding.
A surge contracting outwards.
Not yet indifference
but flowing into nothing.
The
power of extinction
that heralds creation,
of joy, yearning, lust, life.
A little death,
a peek into the abyss.
Beyond
sense, fading into bliss.
With the ghosts of passions'fire
whirling through the afterglow.
Fading radiance of fusion;
sighing,
lying together.
Forever now only seems to be
a moment away...
Oi!
Can you
avoid the void?
Will you be destroyed
or just annoyed?
At a chance to see,
to taste, to be,
a part of infinity...
Eternity.
Will
you convulse in horror?
Or shudder with delght?
Fascination or fright?
Or maybe both...
For in the void all things
are possible.
No thing mutually contadicts another
or cancels out it's opposite.
All things are equally valid
and
nonsensical.
Hypothetical, possible...
Zero is nothing
yet can add the weight of millions
to any number.
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