Poems from 2026
May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New I born From repetition
Of ancient sounds
Burrowed deep
Within the blessed soul
Who sleeps
Upon the wheel Of premonition
That pokes and prods
This sacred mission
Of god-in-hiding
To forgive the Mind That cries inside him
Divided into whither
And whence
Perched upon hallowed fence
That splits the world From Sight and Sense
The rebirth of Light In the newly born Sun
Til the Name has no number
Not even The One
May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New l born
From repetition
1-1-2026
The Script unfolds
Right In Time
"I am Left hand of Shiva", Saturn cries
Can the Old World Infrastructure
Weather the Storm?
Will the bodies for Al Gods Birth thru Earth in Form
InFormAtion
Is scrambled
Like eggs on a toasted head ...(the butter melts out of habit the toast isn't even warm)...
lonsFormInA Scripted Sea of WAN
See what I mean, man?
Or Is it depicting a cryptic deed That speaks in a bleeding dream
Of BAN
Body Area Network human IP
Addressed to this messy plan
...(the butter melts out of habit
The toast isn't even warm)....
1-25-2026
“I’m with the That One
I’m with the This One
UnFriend Me Now
If You’re not with The Same One”
Why say such, it’s lack of courage
If you want to break the Tie with Others
Just Do It…
Do it Blatantly, hit that button
Tip tap those keys
Delete the Imaginary Friendship
That lives behind the Dumbscreen
Stop asking the Other
To do the job for you
Passive aggressive pacification
Wrapped up in Delusion
The Eyelids are heavy
From Fighting the Fog
The Myelin too Thin
For the Mind to Behold
That which percolates within the Field
The ElectroMagnetic Drag that breeds The Sag
And breaks the Seal
….leads To broken Lives Within The Lie
UnOpened Files in the Hard Drive
The Sweet MeatSuit unZips
And drips from the Hive
“The Land of Milk & Honey”
Or the “Best Milk & Bread that Money can buy”
Or Steal
Human Biofield wrapped up in sudden zeal
The frequentSeas sign the deal
And Stage The Set
As the broken Nets
Are all Set
To be ReVeiled.
The EyeMage.Is
a Script
A Synaptic Aleph-Bet
Written by Adepts
Of the Photonic Neural Net
-Working overtime
To Hush Little Baby Don’t you Cry
And pull the Covers over Sleepy
Wittle I~s
CLJ 1-27-26
The Fool is All, in Abstraction
InDistinct
All potential, No action
Imaginal Dancer
Within the Fractal
The White Dog Is, All Instinction
All Distinct,
Fully Present, on the brink
Here and Now
Cosmic Wink
Soma Playing Hide and Seek
…the Particle and Wave
…Point and Line
Sacred Companions
Traveling thru Time
….a Dog chasing its Tail
or
a God chasing its Tale…..
It’s a Sine….
And It’s All Light ….
And
EveryThing Matters
Right?
Left here, in the circle
In the loop
Twisting tendrils
Into Truth
Age and Youth
Playing games of I~s and You~s
The Fool smiles wide
At the side of the cliff
The White Dog nips
At the heels of Bliss
The Mind becomes Moment
The Sphere becomes Flat
It’s Plane to See
In the Arms of Maat
The Fool steps over
the Great DiVide
Holds her Breath
Opens her I
The White Dog winks
In FreeFall
The Bliss of the Abyss
is the best Gift of All
a Dog chasing its Tail
or
a God chasing its Tale…..
It’s a Sine….
And It’s All Light ….
And
EveryThing Matters
Right?
Follow your Nose
Or follow your Knows
Follow the Gnosis
Wherever It goes
In and out and up and down
Over and under the merry-go-round
The Dice Game of Shiva
The Jesters Playground
The tapestry of Time
is where It is Found
The Tale we tell of the El and the Mag
The Tail of the Dog eternally wags
The God in the Tale that twists the Rhyme
Is the God in the Self of You and I
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CLJ 8-28-26
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