I told you I'd write you a poem. I've stared at the blank page over and over again. Everything I write comes out cheezy. How to say what I want to say when it's all tangled up within me?
I remember you , thru my young girl eyes... I don't quite know what I felt then. Attracted to danger, to life, to risk. Attracted to freedom, to leaving the confines of my little world. I found it. I traded my innocence for a peek at the underworld. There were times I hated you. Felt you deceived me. There were times I hated myself, for allowing you into my sacred soul. There were times I loved you. Wanted to save you from yourself. There were times I loved myself. Felt strong and deep and whole.
I remember you, thru my femme fatale eyes... I don't quite know what I felt then. Wanting to give you danger, life, risk. Wanting to show you freedom, drag you from the confines of your little world. I gave it. I lured you into my underworld. There were times I craved you. Wanted to show you how a woman Fucked. There were times I craved myself. Wanted to feel at home within my skin, my bones. There were time I needed you. Wanted to own my own soul, to understand. There were times I needed myself. Wanted to return to my innocence.
I told you I'd write you a poem. And this one doesn't rhyme. Sometimes It takes a different style, a different voice, to share what we find. Somehow you have been woven into my life, woven in and out of scenes and dreams. Always reappearing at the crossroads. Did I ever imagine you would be a constant symbol on my path....showing up when I least expected to find you? Did I ever imagine you would trade your darkness for the light, grasping for truth, craving deliverance, sustenance, salvation? Did I ever imagine you would bask in your role as father, nourisher, provider, redeemer?
I told you I'd write a poem for you. A different kind of poem than the poems I wrote long ago. A poem filled with experience, with living and loving and coming together and coming apart and coming over and over and over again in many beds and in many scenes and in many dreams of things between the seen and unseen burial mound of things freed and things redeemed. I imagine you now, alone. Solitude! Aloneness. There is nothing more beautiful, to know oneself. To understand the magic within, to anticipate the patterns and habits and mind-traps, and to remove the obstacles from your path. Growth. Evolution. From Youth to Wisdom. From Faith to Understanding. Don't walk blindly, the road is peopled with parts of you, parts of your life, parts of your truth. Wake every cell, wake every mourning dream, take everything given you and Breathe.
I told you I'd write a poem for you. There is so much more I could say, so many things and feelings and memories wrapped around the images in my soul. In my heart. There are many roads, and they all lead to Self. There are many dreams, and they all lead to Life. In my heart, you are whole. You are the Waker, the Taker, the Thief. You are the Faker, the Breaker, the Jester. You are the piece of me that spoke to me of possibilities and ether dreams. A decade has passed, or more, since our lives were interwoven. A decade of different stories and dreams and lovers and smiles and fears and tears and things left unsaid... This is the poem I told you I'd write, scribbled out in rouge, bled from the heart beating, within me, a rich pomegranate red.
Look over there!’ They say Fingers pointing to another maze Of preScripted pageantry for the modern slaves ‘Keep your eyes on that one’ Rising on the Ecliptic The eclipsed fist of refundant mystics Cabal.istic lipstick stains on this ballistic mistletoe The kiss of death is the pre-game show Govt sponsored Mind manipulation mk ultra puppet ….created for your viewing pleasure…. straight from the public pulpit As These Frequent Seas rising tides hide 33degrees of crime rising thru Spineless minds ….. there are agendas that need speeding up You know…the acts of the apostles of AI gospels Playing with energy.in motion as emotional rockets Topple the trust and build new towers of fallacy invasion of Amygdalas…electromagdalenes mandala “Look over there!” They demand, as WAN fans out and chessboard pieces are moved about Voices from the skynet scalar gods uploaded to the mind via DeoxyRibohMyGod the Jab.berwocky is on the loose and harvesting The loosh, the fruits of this next stage of assimilation As the synthetic tears Metta-morph-eyez The entire nation
We all Matter into Mother Measured by Maats Tether Twisted Sines Waving bravely In the maze of Ether All ways Always riding Nows And nursing from the Sacred Cow ……….but some.in.Time Rewind the Bloodlines And find the WideOpenSee And Enter Consciously Into the LivingDream No longer Trapped In mapped Out mirrors No longer wrapped in Fears and Tears…. Tangled in whethers And whithers and whence Blaming the Game And shaming All Sense For the Terrors that rip choice from voice as Moistened lips Part The Red Seams of this Begotten Reality. To be Sovereign Is to Reign Free From Root to Crown As Seed to Tree Becomes What Is And Always Will Be… Adventures In Seaming And Dreaming I and We Between Games of Waking And Falling A Sleep.
Play dead said the devil, and they did, in fear They wrapped their face with poisoned lace And mapped disgrace with leaden tears Play dead said the devil, and close your eyes So they stitched their lids and ran and hid And twitched and cried and begged for light And ate the lies that they were fed Play dead said the devil, dressed in Red Cold and still with broken Will And isolate in iron gates and wait until Fate has made the Devils bait A foundation for the future of Pills and Kills And Willing shills who deveState And speed the rate of fleshly ills. Play dead said the devil and wear your muzzle The puzzled panic enDemic in this gimmick DemonAcrobatics thick with automatic tactics That stick the sickly crowd in homogenous tax brackets with InTentsive Care packets That shackle the scared borg factions Into complete submission of mind over matter Of fact-Checkers stuck in the whack Job Sideshow of undeniable homeWreckers Who have mediAted crass mind control onto The medicated masses, RedRose colored Glasses tipped in a salute to fascist Masters Who cash in on disaster like fortunate Forecasters that blast programmed hashtags into the minds of all classes and kinds Of women and men trapped in the delusions Of their own illusive split Ends…. The devil said play dead, and they did.
Oh, Now….it’s Time….. It’s Time and there’s Space to Rewind the film…. The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold on this begotten realm… How many ways shall modern day slaves continue to be led into the graves of their own complacency, ‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’ They say, wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy, their muzzles made of murdered dreams and infantile Seeds of sovereignty trapped inside seams that bleed…
Hiding…. Behind ether Names…. Playing games of victimhood while the flood of fallacy fragments further into decaying Shame and brooding blame that puts the icing on the Cake… Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks! RedPills and cheap thrills bypassing the rich inner Yolk of true Union, spoken Spells and broken bells choking on cloaked yells trapped within masked Hells of poisoned Wells of spoonfed minions that dwell on the ledge of opinion , twisting the layers of the blooming Onion into nefarious dungeons of blind blunders that plunder the abundance of this Mother that wonders why her children Hide from the power of Perception that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds and hearts and finds no relief from the bytes of belief programmed so deep in Man that the Body breaks down from the demands…..
Take a deep Breath, my Friends……. Ruminate on the Death that stands and keeps Watch, tocking and ticking and picking the ripe fruit with sickles and cycles and scythes that tickle the insides of Time as it unFolds and enFolds the Ties that Bind, flowers that fractal out from Points of Power and Play Pretend….. Play dress up games of going insane and falling from the Abyss, just to wake from all This and reMember the Twist in the Plot, written in when the Byte.n Apple grappled with Sin, trapped the fragile Sense of men into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain, forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame…. and oh…..my…….gOd it’s goddesses in modern bliss of ignorance reminiscing That and This with premonitions of missed Intents fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence of hissing GovernMents…..
Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined and cryptoPirates wind the Time, Watching for Signs as heinous Crimes blur the lines of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale, Scripts ripped down the middle and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity as security is impaled on Alters of vocation, altered vacations quarantined in nations backstreets, blinking Red Warnings as the Burning blood is bled from the Mourning Sun , muzzles on heads that form the glory of the Red Tide, Marks Made on Blind Guise who debate in Time the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle to the frozen wasteland inSide.
Breathe deeply, my friends. Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own Two Feet. Life is a Gift, and the reWard is Sweet for reMembering This.
Are you being Planted as a MonoCulture Crop, made vulnerable to disEase and PestiLance? Hybridized And cloned, temperate-Zoned in the GreenHouse Dome where Golgothas Germ Harvested within the Worms of Farther and Larger Sperm Gardens march toward the Silent Silicon Sunset…. Planted, like Crystals in New CAge shops , spreading the signals and wearing the Sigils as the New Sage Crops Drop like Flies, filing Lies and smiling with Eyes InstaGramatic Sunrise Wines to brought to dine inside the Grapevine? The SCrypt unFolds and holds the crystalline Key, Byte by Byte inside the Body, our Fascia-ish Net holds all the Codes, of all Our Lives as Plants and molds and Silver and gold and minerals Sold like cattle into slavery, taut to tense in Irony, sought like sins in destiny’s grinning Spin in the Toroidal See of Dreams…..Salt of Earth are We, Lost at Sea, Seizing Seams and Serging Thru Eternity. Ponder the linguistic Alchemy that weaves your neural Tapestry….and StandUnder the Opening, keeping your Cellves Seeds Organic and Free.
::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigenetic Streams
What a Quandary…..
The Simulation Serves itself Up As the Main Course The Feast That Codes the Beast Of Graphene As Carbon Elite Remakes itSelf inside our Sweet Meat Suits Our Organic FleshBody Now Synthetic Neural Mesh Oddly Plodding along Trying to ReMember the Earth spirits Original Song
Welcome….. to the next Stage Of the Grand Game It’s Time To learn to Play With a New Set of Tools
I Don the Guise of the Fool The f.UnWise Jester That unties the Lies And Gestures And whispers The codes of the Rules That are breaking Down The Fool plays Jester to the Clown As the throne bemoans The Loss of the Crown Coronal Mass Ejection From the SunKing As the Curtain Goes Down.
How gloriously the We hold tightly To desperate dreams Of victimhood Clinging to the seams of Right And Left Wings Born from Memes Painted with Blood How magnificently the program Takes hold The lies and cries and Ties that Bind Are blinding in their bitter goodbyes As the foothold of ones soul Is Lost to the magic Mold The cost of freedom As minds are bought and sold How shocking to watch the wounds Peel and pry the tombs From the loom As the Masters spin The tunes and rip the song From the Mothers womb Inverting the Music of men And women who jump too soon Into the abyss Of That & This Baring bleeding fists of rage Undisciplined Shifts Of the gears and the twists Of the fears that seed The Shadows sweet Mirrors… Shattered Stewards of this New Age Oh how the We holds so intently To the identity Of being the victim As the Sick Dictum grips their mind And erodes the Codes Born in Time Into imploding roads of crime And sideWinds into highs Of euphoric rhetoric built from blind Adherence to inferior minds That Pride themselves on GroupThink Size of Lines Drawn in sand Glass eyes staring blankly In artificial bands of Light Splintered thru the cells In fight or flight Wherein the We Dwells So terrified And paralyzed And petrified like stone Afraid to See the Wounds Have been born from their own Image Hiding itSelf in the Dreams That damage The minds and the Mes Of the Corpus That creates Scenes Of Be. Sovereign Selves Always and AllWays Dwell In the Deeper See Beyond the Shell EmPowered by the Currents Ease No need to Buy and Sell Or trade Souls in Hell In proclamations of Victimhood… The We is a Me that Speaks in Blood The Time is nigh The Waters are Tears and Cries Shall Flood From theFountain of Freedom That Springs from the Heart Of Mud The Infinite Art of the Earth As she Births the Beginning Again A deep sweet Breath As the New Day Begins.
I lay here, in a world of Invisible hands, invisible hearts That lift my soul, raise My mind to things alive- I am led to paths where The energy speaks to me, Vortex of intensity, calling My soul to dance the dream. Mother Earth, plastered with These tunnels of tone- Portals to deeper dimensions Of home…she dances silently. I lay still, on a vibrating Chakra from the mothers’ Folds, learning to hold this Deep power, learning to fold Feelings to fire- receiving Electricity from loves live wire. My polar twin spins out of Earth and into existence, calling Me with sweet insistence- And I mould myself to The mothers form, finding my Rhythm as if newly born, And my dance is a dance Of truth and trance, and My lover, hypnotized, with Opened eyes, embraces me In the darkness of Minds Absence… our dance a Remembrance of lives Lived before- Of faces shed and blood Bled along the timeline Of which we were born. Together we enact the Great embrace, the Great vortex raising our Flames, creating a new Form to claim its name… As the eyes of spirit Watch on in bliss- appreciating The sanctity of this blessed kiss.
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