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
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.
I twist into these mournings, daylight saving me from the burning flame of darkness swallowing my emptiness while waves of irony wash over me i am toppled by the days and silently i sit hovering… wondering if i can float this time wandering thru wastelands of my mind picking up the book written by me on the other side of the dream the other side of the dream where it all spins into me… i find all the lost notes and all the lost tones and all the lost fractures of all my mended bones
I am painted the color red. I am tainted, the mother has bled
we D R I P together thru the weathered web, creating worlds in our head, to spew out into the ethers, to want neither this nor that nor wonder where its at, but to birth the beginning again…. knowing we are just seasons of rhyme
flowering in our own time chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale of all that is and was and wasnt for sale…
Across these moonbeams, these split seams, these written clingings to the dream…. across all these we call to invisible bodies that are singing in their invisible moments that are bringing their soulstuffs into existence to balance the tension of the desire to Be, and to not Be….
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.
I like to mock the Mockingbirds I like to poke the shocking nerves I like to watch as the terror spits Out from mouths and fingertips Clickety clack the keyboard smacks Lips flapping as vitriol cracks The surface of the peeling sheath That hides the blues and blood beneath That boils with rage and scathing pain As one-time-friends wrack their brains To scold and shoosh and spitefully spray Their 'told you sos' across the screens Thinking that they're so darned clever Forgetting that the pointing finger Always aims straight toward the mirror Of their very own demons hiding in fear Afraid to admit they've been fooled again By the test of the festering war within That wears the masks of red and blue Dressed up in fancy political suits So lost in the drama they think it is real The marionettes strings are tangled, my dears The clarity is strangled by manipulated fear You believe what you see, you see Because the Net-Flicks the switch of Reality And if its on a screen by golly it MUST Be Real and sudden and Oh No, can you believe? I saw it with my own two eyes! I swear! See that footage, right there!!!! I told you so! I told you they are bad'...now cue the echo chamber as curtain goes down... Start a new thread and congratulate yourself For berating your fellows and falling in line With the pre-programmed WashingOfMind... You see, I'm mirroring the collective hypocrisy In my raspy lambasting of this communocracy Laugh at yourselves and remember you're human Just like that other person that your poison is harming....
A little flip book of pattern play…. Hidden agendas and timelines of pain The master orchestrator always remains The being that’s seeing thru the eyes in our brain Majestic mazes of manipulated minds Creating a Space that challenges Time Eating images and projecting reality Holographic breeding of dystopian fallacy minds under siege as fearful hearts close The challenge to balance the whys and woes The fingers point outward in terrified blame Initiating the lock on the grid of the game The architect cleverly hidden inside The engineers blueprints of cold dead light The synthetic overlay ushered thru stages As the prophets, poets, saints and sages Paint the picture with poignant passion Proclaim the Game as their Saving Mission Whichever Timeline in the fractal you choose There is no Final Boss Stronger than You You will decide in each belief that you Eat How the story goes whether loss or defeat And when the jesters Chessboard is cleared We’ll Play again with Tears and Years To ReMember ones Power in the face of Pain Is to Step into the Joy of Process again To joyfully inhabit ones body and Place To face The tangled web of Destinys Grace Is to Simply reMember you Rolled the Dice In the First Place
When stars fall from the highest Mind and sting the soul Of the left behind We must mourn For our souls were sworn To secrecy in this deep night To imagine the fragile petals Breathing with delight Despite the fright that Must come before the gentle Opening of each and every door We must swallow the sound And touch the ground of our Sorest and poorest wounds Seeping from the weeping that Wept in the night The shallow light that spreads Over our heads and leads Us to right Where we Belong To Song To truth which is essence Which is gleaming and streaming Thru the precious remembrance Of lives left upon the brink Of existence Wondering if they were to breathe Would they shudder thru the sieve Of this world Strained thru to be part of that Which leaves too soon Parts and wholes And partial tolls and lifts And lefts and rights and Tests and matches And catches and streams and Patches of evening glow If only we could know The truth behind the flow So slow Are we, Though In perceiving the rationality Behind reality And even as the light penetrates Our damp skin, With our illusions of sin, We struggle to find the easiest Way in, A place to begin to Swim in the immense sea That is me That is you That is everywhere embodied in truth And therein we sing We sign our names to the times We’ve tried But hence have died Over and over again To begin again And perhaps be free Of that binding grief That we perceive as gripping So tightly around that Which we believe to be Ours.
BlissNinja 