Das my home
Das my stylin up bone share
Oh how contrare
Its hardly fair they get to sit and stare….
Necks well stuck up into the dry Galilee air …
Such a dueling fueling pair
We once stood there cooling with the muelling tares
Stood fast no time for silly cares and cooked pears in caramel snares
Bares the soul bears no resemblance .. no semblance.. well maybe to an Ambulance but that would only come by chance… down at the waters edge .. Hedge your bets at Sandy Gallop Get a box and call it Ballot .. Salad for the stars Stuck racing their well spent cars Incarcerated by the fact men are from Mars… Go figure with your figure its enough to divide and fall.. Gimme a call when the light returns… fifty fold is what it took for you take one free style look.. and yes can you see what we see … It’s very very old once the liquid’s no longer Gold. Very very cold now all of what was precious has been sold.
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Macro ….. Micro …. and everything in between..
all that can be touched and all that can be seen..
The fractal patterns repeating in waves
Our hearts beating…meeting it in the octaves.
All the way out and all the way in
And everything that was, or has ever been
It’s contained on the print of your babies hand
Such astounding understanding
No matter at what point you stand…
Man! its grand!
The body of the land isn’t fairing so well
So many places they left her to smell
Her body cut open and bleeding ..
the blood of her arteries is seething …
all the way out and all the way in
Its sick its not seen as the same freaking thing
Stop raping my mother and destroying her soul
Stop gouging her body for your useless economic goal
Stop poisoning her veins for such insane gains
Stop testing her… Stop arresting her and causing her pain
Stop messing with my mother coz your messing with me,
We are the very nature that we can see you see, same!
It’s oceans of love and rock hard laws
They will be here singing
Long after this psychotic pause of shame
Cause ..and effect .. to stop the insane self elect.
It is said that the intolerable things in our lives put us on the path to the best that will happen to us.
Even if all the signs are in double dutch,
and so and so and such n such
and when life feels like its out of touch
Crawl if you can’t walk,
Stumble, fall, keep going forward
Trust in the lesson from the paths you’ve just toured.
Unconditional is the global positional
Directing the mission call
The memories are tied round trees
Like translucent ribbons and bows
All of what went before is just excess adipose,
I will , I pray, I say I love them anyway
and …’the future’ is a creation
The ‘Witch’ which none of us knows.
“THIS IS THE FIRM – THE STANCE – THE STEADFAST DANCE”
My mental progeny
are working over time this morning see!
Creativity gives me a form of levity
to generate a new outlook and a new state,
I am running this..
dismiss the principals of insignificance..
The jealous stance ..
The minds and wills and their mental rants …
Better to make a stronger stance,
dominate the mind of the masses,
those sheep like classes,
the weak ones stumbling with vintner glasses,
skipping over frozen grass and landing smack bang back in the past.
Various vicariousness is just leaving an even bigger mess
and this inclines others to whine and destroy this
I can rise above this now,
understand the true transmutable power anew.
No longer does this being sit and just admire the beautiful view
There is much adieu
Coz whence we look up from our disgrace ..
and Lift their gaze
Mastery is found in simply talking to a tree,
Standing barefoot next to the icy sea
Low conditioning steals EVERYTHING!
This is the wise man and the blind slave!…