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.
Take a deep breath , folks,21st century Fox Poppin off the top of this metropolis, Mocks Your intelligence and plays on your emotions So easily led and Fed the poisonous potion Of political devotion gift wrapped with Shock... Take a Deep Breathe and be ready to surrender All the Scripts that rip right thru this Dyin ember .... Step away from the Line, step away from the Lies Every single scene is a Set meant for your mind A studio Setting created just for the blind Adherence to the program that steers your Lives....
It's not even abstract, not just metaphor... A Literal Configuration of Lets Pretend Some More Actors n Agents and Fictitious Stages The masses addicted to social Graces from Instagram faces in Media Contagion....
Bless Your hearts, my friends Find your Center, Within Everything else Is a trick Of the Lens
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.
In winters deathly grip, I choke to spell Your name, in frost, upon the lonely hills, The appendage that writes is wrong, now, Somehow, shaking from the suns low brow, Right at my hearts strange eye, the appendage Has appendages which dangle, unseen, Gangrene in the walls of my mind… Where do the shamans go to die? Where do the moments go and why, Do we tear at truth till the bleeding shows, Till the meetings end, cleave thoughts From the gentle wind, upon which blows The written recipe for the mend, for the Mend of all this tattered flesh, these broken Vessels of forgotten truths, made lost By the echo’s of the hidden hooves Of the horsemen trotting through The moon. The past is played Upon the theatres of light, wrapped Around the core so tight, they cannot Fail to suffocate, to impersonate What they fail to see, what do they see, Do they believe that they are free? Winters face is masked and turned, I burn, I yearn… to learn the tide, To turn the cycles inside outside Over the underside of all that I know, And all that I do not know. All I know, Is that the tunnel beckons me, Warp speed, to the essence of the seed, Point of light traversing the worlds, ah, Galaxies, inside of me, a billion worlds In one single cell, and in my cell, my Prison shell, I retrieve once more, The part of my essence I let slip Thru the door…
Why do we rip? Why do we tear? Why do we crack? When there is nothing there? Nothing but a glare Let it slip Fall thru the lip Of the lie The tattered scattered Wounded sense of Why… Ms.Intense and her Defence is writing Down her W O R L D I forgot that Would-be humans Should be fuming Like factories unsatisfactory Failings Watching the mass Slaughter the lass Who saw thru the Ailings… She weeps aloud Her tears her turns Her aching burns Learns to break away Peel like clay From the potters hands Pieces of thoughts of Creation of good and evil All dripping down Thru my crown Into her Into her Hanging onto the sides Of my smile And pulling it down Into frown The weight of the Hate of the town Where once she slept Upon the Face of the beast Facing east Placing the casing Over the peace The fleece Of which I strove Down she dove Into ground she drove Out the demons That found her Hosting, Like Semen They swam into her, Scanned her for A place to hide, To ride and wait Till the light abades And here it comes! Uh oh, another day! Another game to be played I crack Addict did too… What was that I tried to do? Words are swords To sharpen and Splinter And spank And spit, her bossman Has had enough of it A tough lil bit Of skin To sink into To think it through To become the show Behind the ego To placate and dislocate And anticipate The dissolution Of that mask We made To play The game of ‘make a day’ Into the same old Give and take. Jump up and give A shout a shot A short salute To the World we pollute Before You crack And I crack And we lay Together Dreaming of fleeing Dreaming of feeling Dreaming of peeling The rots Off our dealings Till we can Still stand And look Thru swollen eyes And broken lips To rise Each morning, And to shake loose That grave grip And let slip the noose Of that pimp We call the Ego…