A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind A catharsis of the Mind… I am left behind Until the Well is filled once more By the bride of the Hiding And the tide keeps riding From the ocean to the shore Cycling and circling Lands we’ve known before… Can the Saving be the same As the Craving of the game When you float firsthand Upon the rain, upon the sand? Still begging for the name of The Hand Which fed you Sheltered you from the Blue The freedom to choose Or not choose To Be To See To undertake this living Dream Before the experiment is seized And the hypothesis, unproven still Forms a catharsis of free Will Diseased by the need of the Turning of the Wheel.
Over and over they walk into the Trap Under hypnosis ….Minds under Rapt Entranced in Denial and playing the Part… The Game doesnt End til Awareness Starts Stuck in programming and battered by fear Believing their Eye.I sees the ‘Why’ Clear Each Side divided and Masked in the Mirror… The Shame doesn’t End til the Blame deParts
(young sterile dream of love) where are you hiding? Is it worth my mental birth for you to confide in? Confuse me confound me Search all around me My eternity is yours to keep. I want only not sleep Awake to take a gentle peek. To know is to lie, to lie is hate To hate is futile (and futility awaits) (sweetinnocenthope) of which I ungrasp- Grasping tighter but lighter still Than ever you will. How often does our love ride Upon the horse of doom? Sweeping away the truththetrustthehumanlust With the cosmic broom? Pity! Oh pity! Those who fell Were well ahead of the rest! Skipping the ripening feast of fest(ering cries) Stagnant and pregnant with lies. Deliver me, oh deliver me- Softly lay me down beneath the tree- Where its arms comfort me in the breeze- The breath of mortality. I ask not to be (forever be) But moreso to feel thee- Here and now… No whenbutwherehow And all I ask is to love thee- With all my heart radiantly.
I have watched sons Claim Their names beneath The sun, I have seen the same Done To me, I have been a child I have been a whore I have been a maniac Knocking on gods door, And in the neon The glow The bliss that sometimes We know I have melted like Wax And my heart has Dripped right Through The cracks in your Floor.
It’s so cryptic HYdrogen Oxygen Lipstick stains Lovers Pains The Waters Anew Spoken Soul in Silica Frozen Waiting for glaciers In galactic rows As woken snows Tell the Story once again Full Circle AnArctic miracle Of Man’s majestic Game Stone Record Keepers Hold the forms Shame and storms In cells and deoxy- Rib-oh…..of Atoms Eve Twist into mystery Again It’s so cryptic The Mother is made of Soul…..Matter Maid Of Soil Patterns playing In Paters Pole As Papas role is Two Die Diced in wiFi Spliced in techno skies.
Let it come I will hold my naked face to the sun And give my breath and my death Over to Life Let the blind fury Of the Ordered New World Inoculate crowds all around me Against their Spirit Let it be known That my Spine shall remain sure And straight Rooted in the matrice of my mother Smiling still as I Let those I love Destroy the last vestige Of their sovereignty As they knot and tweak Their ~deoxy.Rib.oh.Next.Stop.Is.Asking For.Breath~ With a mouth That no longer knows how to Speak Let it come And my naked soul Will take solace in my naked earth Away from the crowds Who have sold Their last sacred cow For one more sip From the poisoned Trough Let it be known That my entire Life has been Lived In preparation for this Trial As I watch the rind Rot Around me Exposing the elements of Wild Wonder As the Plot is torn Asunder I smile with my naked mouth Making the air pure Again With my gratitude Let it come I am here Naked & Unashamed
Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends Your etherNets are holding you In Breath no longer on You can depend It’s trapped gasses are masking the Lens Coming soon to a theatre near You, Truth Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind The mission statement of Ties that Bind Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape Room to Escape from the Lies that drape The soft cloak of terror over your soul Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole To Speak freely and seek freedom Within Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise Strangled by dangling delusions of death Cells compelled to sell their breath In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested Horror to drain the Soverign Selves of Man Within the Collective Decay as time Spans The Periphery, demands that history repeat Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light Of Illusion refracted from mirrored Delusions Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears They fomented, freedom they fled and tears Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain This is a test a push from the nest of thegame There is no Power Greater than your Will Are you Ready to steady the turning Wheel No blame no shame no remnants or stains or Victims are claimed in the Waking Story The Path is Open the Road is Clear Mind is aMazed when there is no Fear Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way Pieces return to Wholes in the Play Are You ready to Birth your own Being In Brilliant Renewal, Fueling and Freeing The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit Open to Infinity, open to Awe, We Are It But we’ve forgotten, begotten blind Eyes The Time has Come to ReMember and Fly Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight With Wild and Wonderful Dancing Delight Chaos of Creation Unfolds and Takes Stock Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks Freedom is The Foundation for All to Play And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way Freedom is the only true Path of Love Of compassion that lasts and rises above Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire Too fractured in manufactured woven wires Trapped by hired hands that block the bliss Within a mapped-out scripted judas kiss Their intent simply to help One ReMember Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers… Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in Deep See? It’s All a Dream of I-s and We~s
(The poetic Bio from my old webpage....i was around 24 i believe.)
I am the eternal girl, starchild and roguesmile and weaver of dreams both brave and wild... Born in a bustling blue dream, to a couple wit h lightflakes and dreamcakes in their innerspace! Grew up in the mountains of Virginia, free and fair, tangled hair, feet bare, there somewhere... Enjoyed school because of access to books, hated the authorities and teachers and crooks who feasted on the childrens minds, wasted all their precious time on frivolous things...though there were a few who seemed to know, who seemed to see, who seemed to feel the breathing dream...and in their lives I saw some light, and inspired with life I prepared for flight, escaped the gaping hole of home to soar the skies and freely roam. University, ah, big disease of society...wasted time and wasted braincells, tasted life but also hell, flew so high but nearly fell...nearly drawn in to the spinning flash of tangled thoughts and mangled mass of human drivel of human waste of human tears in sad dark place. Then free again, light peeked thru, home again, round two. Still the prison of closed minds and zombie sheep, they're awake they say, from their bleak deep sleep...Off to an island in the sea, Jamaica breeze calling me...to put together the peices I lost wandering amongst the holocaust of deadened creativity...and there discovered my mind was scattered, ego ripped and tattered and shattered, self awake but not on the ground, seeking my soul from the lost and found...and I glued remains of flesh and brains into a coherent and capable flame to withstand the pull of the world and the fool within my spin of twisting spools...and home I crawled with energy high to bid my time till next dreams flight. Then off on bus to coast on west, to possibilities unbound...to peace of mind still not found...and there I met myself and Love, my priddy twin flame, my husband in Soul...now with partner to share the smile to swim the wave in webs of life, I felt complete and strong and sweet and ready to begin my task of breaking the worlds coffin of glass...and we twisted and tugged and loved and hugged, my priddy one and I, back to the land of his home, the emerald isle , the mystical bone of all I sought and found within...and now life begins again...And now with eyes open to life I see that home was never the strife, the mountains begetting the flame of light that lit my soul and sparked my smile, yes Virginia my dear, I am a child...of your trees and flowers and breeze and rivers that flow and winters deep snow, and yes my parents were right in their ways to leave me free to make my way with mind and heart and soul so free, they never forced a mould upon me, never drowned the I that was Me...within this coagulation of life, energy, consciousness, within this mass of 'IAMTHIS' and now that time has shriveled into a point of light I choose to peruse, I embrace the heart of the world with a smile. I am the eternal girl, the magical child...rogue smile and laughter wild...
We wait our whole lives for this Morning light strikes my lips It’s a kiss I don’t want to miss It’s it’s own kind of bliss When the sun rips my mind to bits And fists let go of the need to know Why the seeds we sow Grow into deeds that show Just how little of our roots we know As saltwater tears turn into mist Our stories Rise from the black abyss And sing our scars into soft lips That open like flowers Held in the spell of Life’s deep Power As tongue touches wounds so deep The blood and the salt trickle thru sleep To dream of a Well that will topple the tower As Green Man reclaims the game again And turns Hours into Nows That are forever Ours Somehow.
BlissNinja 