Atlantean overseers “expunging” guilt from that life experience

helpers always helpers
never forget them
always there for you

there is a sphere
growth therefore
benovelence

see how these things unfold
everyone
profits

STO

you can rain rockets
down on the children

it has no meaning for the blind

change other
directly
do not want

there is no valid justification

narcissistic phase of infancy

here in solace you know this
drink from the vine

what about them out there
they take more than they give

ever a mirror of the world you have been

growth-denying mode?

breaks down the norm
trailing in the path of shiva

capricorn destiny
suffer until
the shifting earth

tree continues to grow
all these tempest
brings forth fruit

lazy trigger

As I drink this wine
tears inside for them
this war
new blinders
newspapers

I find that we
cannot turn away
yet I do
every day I feel
deep cry

All time high
of media lies
such sadness
was known in me
from before

One day we lay
underneath that burning sun
and we became one
with its rays
burnt

Each hour pray
for renewal of strength
not for lack of apathy
but for them too
I am here

fresh breaks

Flesh

Never known
Blessed when left alone

Not to worry
There are no mistakes

me
thinks
breaks

the other route

sure the sun will rise again
this is nothing really

there will be sustenance
an adventure

even as they wail
it will be as if

morning

was the brightest ever
so new

o-lek

questionable
all things

knowledge
will bring

happiness
eventually

all things are
as they are

until
they move

transition
questionable

the signs will show
expansion

remembered density

of oneself in love
and it was
as in a dream
for there
appeared
one who knew not
about the touch
as me

when two are joined in this way
know light pleasure and are free
to look upon the simple wealth

this day we walk as true beings
in this harmony
it never is what you expect
in ways of trust
waves of lust
not to consume

to know
not to use

to grow

to thyself be true

Is there any truly benovelent force in the universe?

Counsel all things
Lay them at the throne of the higher self
Remember my young friend
That you are young
Remember
Trust no-one but for their fruit
Is present
The vibration of divine sweetness
The sour smell of rotting flesh
Between these two

papaveris

thankyou for my friends
to the far reaches they roam
such a dynamic bunch of free spirits
without a hearth to call their own
that spiral fiery

to the bone
never alone

thanks for them speaking
in conversation in the night
but more for their silence
for it speaks of adventure
mission, home, light

gotta love polarity now

creation destruction
i am dancing for them both

curse

wake up, wake up, we are almost home
stuck, fuck this impudent sense of being
trapped in density
those that you once coached now whistle carelessly
while you writhe in disgust
in all honesty
I curse all creation
never rewarded for the effort
consolation ever further
any effort at positivity is fucked
now just sit and be happy for the passing day
one closer to death
one closer to an ending
one closer to ever increasing pain
It is laughable how much care you once had for yourself
so much compassion
brought to tears as you watched the fellow humans
the gravel cuts my face
I seek blood loss
I smoke so much, still not enough
I hope my lungs burn
I hope my throat burns
may I never speak of the illusuary light again
may I never allow myself to entertain any thought of love
one step away from doom
I welcome the destruction of self
I welcome the torture of flesh
my own, my body may it suffer for all the falseness
May I never believe myself to be loved again
for all my caring I am less of a man
for all my loving I am closer to truth
press the button
no chance of grace
what stupidity to think that I was special
from now on I shall shut the fuck up
I vow never to reach
I vow never to teach
I shall embark now on a life of utter destruction
May I end up on the streets
May I end up in the gutter
May I end up in hell
and know that I am home
and all is well

the cold of this climate

Through this undertone of deep sorrow
I continue to wish that it was over
This life, because I have never had the time
for romance, soul longing
Desert of rampant gay sex destruction
spread like a cosmos of death
They claim it brings joy but I cry such tears
at the lack I perceive, the cold of this climate
My soul, you know of this cruelty, you know of this desolation,
yet you do nothing, you pitiful creature
It is not great what you have done.
This sort must be extinct, the species that would love and be loved
so simple, somehow innocent, you are naive, you are dumb!
Such wishful fantasy to think
that your fellow men, even know it
You percieve, such fellowship, fools practise
this temporary oblivion.
I am dying, I pray I am dying
This reality just renders me, these dying embers are gutting,
cutting to the inner flesh of me,
such a simple thing; a touch, a smile, simple romance
unknown, companionship,
I cannot be contained here, I am alone
just a tremble of warmth, I see none in this city
I am a sorrow, self pity
no, no, not going out to get
to take, steal, there are none

reflections in trembling waters

visible spiral
spiritual viral
passing comet in the mirror

volatile passage

rummaging through the attic
of our second lives
the boxes of lies

pile up of plastic and bored
out of our minds

mind the turkey
mind the rabbit
they have a symbolic role

symbiotic hole

with the light here too
but tight all through

not what people here adore

Who sends the mind to wander afar? Who first drives life to start on its journey? Who impels us to utter these words? Who is the spirit behind the eye and the ear?

kena upanishad

bedford 3

trance nation vodka
explanations
chatty and shallow
welcome break easy
ignorance refreshing extreme
state of allowing
non judgemental such freedom
not even fake even
loving clubs drunk left
behind europe tiny
crank eyes wide
here open state
cotton and cranberries

bedford 2

outward and inward
the environment becomes the mindstate

spacious, blue water, heatwave

extended daily lush living

space in the head, stretched out suburbia
little appartments are huge with the ensuite bathrooms

trucks like tanks
different moral landscape than I am used to

churches all over
diners and drive

sexual undercurrents and why not?
no hang-ups
lesbian gang tattoo

blatant but blessed
vibes I want to comprehend
simple

underneath that burning sun

bedford

skip out brother
spring art hottie

drink coffee

sleep book dance
more inhale love

light smoke job

night roommate

jericho dub

In silver fields

down them

valley

of music
cannot describe
this beauty

only listen

with my being
here