A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it

The
stirring
vibration

thickens its essence
into the soup of physical matter

as you hold your lack against them

fish
eat fish

cat
eat fish

fish eat cat

The staff on demand
Pulls tight a ribbon to its decadent throat
Corporeal being spills empty its spent space
into the corpse of clay
pressing its leer thru a slip of truth
peppered to the eye of its socket

the blood cloth inks its let
to her red rosey prejudice
blackened by its banished stain
relinquent and beastly
delicate and deathly
oer the swinging skull of memory

dripping its smelt on the suicide skin
a pest be its pleasure
pining and clad on the hang of hope
hurling at the end of a tethered rope

you'd surely
stop looking for your self

the nothings lost
is the best place to be looking

Be
looking
thru the eye

not from it

the eye
be looking

the eye
not be seeing

as you hold your child
don't hold on to them

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter its meaning

No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault

I reach
as far
as my thoughts

and
I stay
out of the reach of others

He spoke
and spoke
and spoke
and spoke

until
he had said nothing

and then he was heard

control me

and Ill learn to die trying

N o
    n
    e

I am not born sad
To learn happiness
Or dumb in the quest for knowledge
It is all I
All knowing all not knowing
From beginning to another
The lover and the loved
Over flowing in my own cup of understanding

I’m not an orphan in my mothers arms
I may abandon her but she never abandons me
I can not separate myself from my own creation
The ocean from its waves
I’m not innocence to lay guilt upon
Or a voice talking itself into being heard
I play in the game I am making

I may chase my own tail
To the ends of time
Still  I will begin
Where I am
In this body
Before I began
Nowhere I know
Everywhere
All at once

no
you doesn't

you
loses its content

is thought awake

or just a picture to a wakeful state

failing us
into the risk of knowing

the take of leave

a leaf that wanes
on the wither of a stowing breeze

carried to her seed
on the heel of a fickles mind
by the seek of his grounded harrow

a meadows hang
on the tenants tell tales wonder

advent on the shimmy
of her seasons *****

a braze on the heat
of a weathers mulling think

Find
good feeling
thoughts
wherever you can find them
reality be vibration imagined
sustained and realised

this be the only requirement
to creating a  satisfying reality
vibration be first
action be later
alignment be all

You may be right up close to each other
share the same space and be infinitely apart

cause you live
to the mind of where you put it

unless it hurts you
to know it more

I to let
on all be guesting
this house of requiem ascension

Evoke
U surp this incantation
Stung into a dislocation

Heads on crick end
Neck a keel
Gulp upon a dry repeal

Blood a rune in gurt be fester
Scented to its hazel pine
Zip a crux to ravens jester
Lusting on the grip of vine

its your childs mind

feel it your healing

we neither hear
nor listen to thought

we be busy on the body
and its weigh in on life force

A deep laughter
came to see me this morning
it was so excited
for the use of my soul

it slipped its fingers
across my chest
leaving by way of the heart

filling my rest
head to toe
its echo on my bones
its history
unknown

Its
only
cure


seeing
beyond what is

A lot of energy
is taking up remembering creation
and creating to that memory
nothing new

as you become more
its not the more you were
its the more you choose to become

A feeling that cant be felt and sustained
cant be realised to matters of the world

Humans want and wish for change and cant access it
as many believe against it vibrationally
miss understanding the vibrational laws
in operation governing change

as a picture of me in your mind

be sure
to take the whole of you
into a new creation

not just the headache

A fell sweeps claim oer an oceans crawl
Its swell held steady on her masters wheel
On tip of tail
Rip pelts its gain
To faces of white oak
Fleshing its lash to stern a skreel

Akin spill brine oer crested seal
Flayed to a heap on star of board
Meets mercy to a shantys wail
Scored deep inside her blackened hold

Buckles bound to chain and silk
Be heckle fetched to flattery
A brat un bridled to its helm
On wish be forged her majesty

The energy push against unwanted things
Is the same energy creating unwanted things

A truth
be wanted

and

A truth
be unwanted

all
be truth
all be
the imagination believed

a choice be yours alone
a choice be the only truth you have  
all be true as ones attention be put to it
and becomes more true as  it
trains your vibration to its resonance

you see
what you create
to look at it
you look
at what you create
to see it
thru projection
you illuminate  reality
from behind your head
its light becomes you
you become it
the shine takes its form
thru the formless self

a death
denied life

is life pronounced dead

hurt

that a blood hangs
the boil of blame and bitter on
thru history

is the culture
to be released from and refurbished

and a new blood
breathe itself into place

until ones resolve
is to their own to settlement

nones blood be restored

It's all much easier
when you are not making hard work of it


the energy put out to solve  a problem
is the same energy that's feeding it
lean back from the script in action
and life will write you a letter of recommendation

now is the time
to stop winning it back
and be on the losing end
of life on track

no fault here but forgiveness
and an army of silent action
bound by heart to soul

no plot to sow

the sown

Because others
don’t see what you see
doesn’t make them blind

but it does
stop you looking
through their eyes

you have everything

and nothing
is enough

Be not
warming your
hands over a cold fire

be lit
to the heat of a new desire

each thought alone
has itself a personal reality
history and story to be lived through you

and expect not to go hungry first

you be well and all be's well
u be food to lack
and you be eaten to death alive

never plant more
on a less


meaning sleeps
in every chest

So
called
missing pieces

be the very essence
to fill my empty

and the more or less aspects
become you as chosen

thought application
is no way to liberate an i pad

You can not look at and focus
on something you don't want
and not activate it in your reality

You can look at something
you do want to see
and in the process
deactivate what you don't

you release yourself from the resistant vibration
and emotion of looking at what you don't want to see
by looking at what you do want to see

we have learnt to suffer
been trained to stay focused on things hurting
in the hope they may go away if we stay focused on them
how is that working out ?

suffering isnt required to grow
misery be optional
its where and how you look at things
that determines your vibrational stance
and your life's circumstances

reality only changes
when perception does
there is no other window to creation
but your own looking
thru your own eye
your own consciousness

clean that eye out
and all will become clearer
as you look thru it

Her warm glow sears the cold clay
breaking its wake oer the dream of its children
cracking its whip to the kneck of the hollow skull    
where seed be ground  in the mill of sleep

The veil  thickened by time lifts its skin from the thin of eye
worlds within worlds play out on the stage of the great mind
its infinite reach dredging souls in its wake
its mercy scolding and none to the sleep not awake

A habit

be fed

keep starving it
on good food

and it will get sick of you#