how we do not know
until the character life steps into play

how we do not move
until the whisper of thought helps you to your feet

how we do not breath
until the press of air takes you on its wing

how we do not live
until the wave of emotion shapes space to your skin

how we do not love
until desire sits you on its tongue to taste

how we do not be
until the souls keep puts light to the shadows face

the art of picking
at things that wont heal


Be tender at your mind
as you roose its wounded kind

gentle are a child's giant healing hands
warm upon your golden soul


no wound heals
as you keep picking at it

especially those you do not see or feel

Liberty tasked to a brass bell
feigns dull a **** of consequence
heather wanes wilt oer a rosy death on a winters mete
bellowed ripe to reprise on the thick of natures breach

Hurried flush a hue sat on shire scalp and silken sheath
feather fire to a lucidious claim a flay
ambushed by the echoes martyr
a drench thru brines commence

Set down as thorn on the kreep of ivy
a bit to writ chucks tic to a tocs tail
wapping a wimp to the mustard sail

No thing
bes out of order

but that to order it

blame no food
on a menu

not ever alone

all one

being an invisible word and all

thoughts are in space
things are in space
I am in space
space is in me
space is in space
space be's

alls

salvation

you know

as
you are no where
to be seen

Emotion
be the great guide

to the from
and
from the to

its middle
no place

have no wings
to fly

but yours

The risk at trying to make others happy
is you forget you are

and now ask others to be the clay
to mould an emotional state at play

know joy and spread more that scent
know lack and spread more that scent

A hurt
has no care
to heal itself

it will stay hurting
until  its pain giver is gone

few

to your true inner bliss

thankfully
this love never blows out

represents the physical reality
the one looking creates

love is looking every for you
as you are looking every for love

stop looking
and it will be come you

The future
be a vibrational seed
planted watered
active in the now
present in this time space reality

the birthing mother comes to you
as you set the tone in your clay body
for her to give life to your creation
as you draw her to you
by way of hum of vibration
and focus of clear sight

there be no need to go any where
she be not there
she be here
there be no where else
as all power
be all here  now
happening at once
unveiled in the breath
unfolding
becoming more
coming to you
coming to you
coming to you

Flesh has none
but your heart to melt

about wrong
being right

we have not left of you
but the the wit of life
made way on the inner voice of silent speak
spoke as flesh into this resonant body
sung into being by the minds lament on the tongue of tongues

no other ye be born to here in the spin of eye
no sight no blood no life to gift
as that first dies in the living of creation
buried in the hopes of prophecy and self
scented oer the trunk of the open heart
on souls stay as gone isn't long now
and rich be's the fruit of fear
loved unto its truth

we are created by it

I put pain
where I think it hurts
the same place I put my wellness

most humans
are not injoying each other much

but using each other
en route to a higher potential

appreciate first that you have
not that you want it to be

and life find you to it naturally

Jump the fence at the traps
and bolt on life's pleasure

fix you

I'm no match to a box
I strike out on my own

Be
slippery
as eel

and sharp
as the arrow

Now we have touched
each others mind
let there be light between us

holds its remedy in the body

a poisoned body
holds its remedy in the heart

a poisoned heart
holds its remedy in the soul

A hurt
shy’s away from kindness
A smile
breaks its back of shame
A look
opens its window to a new world
A laugh
weaves a memory to its sail

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter  its meaning

Play of time
caress all absent sorrow
fades joy tease way
to the stay of soul

a sky smiles
a sunny smell
a rivers grin at wishing well
a green wind hung on tress own breath
a first kiss touched upon the breast
a play of dangers forts of dreams
a storytellers pinch at knees
a shade of night to candles flume
as pillow puffs at ears perfume

you be there
already

a life not teach you

limited
to a tight schedule

Be coming home
Be not afraid
be here plentiful and patient
armed and ready to wrap scented heat and hue
around your ever beings cure

open wide your life valve
let pure bleed take your body to seed
purity of place amongst us dwellers of the open grave

Win me on a wilt of wind
tune me to it's line of sight
melt me to a silent cure
as day trips oer a feral night

A tenderly sense sat down upon the crown
makes way in a crimson pyre all risen on the rust of will
bold and bare oer the carcass of content

The lick of life's tongue cures its tickle to the nape of soul
plagued to the flare on a comets tail
shot thru the veil of nights surrender as some would have it
in the pale star light explored to the repertoire of truth

Taste mercifies the victory of stain
and teases itself to the cure of a mothers breast
sure and safely as the perils swine swap lots for paupers prince
and kings scavenging on the onset of deed by deliverance
made sound on the fright of the angels wing

heart touch you
sense hold you
skin breathe you
being create you

life
not fake you

Come
to all softly
we come soft to you

Come
at all softly
we come soft at you

Come
thru all softly we come soft thru you

Come
to all hardy
we come hard to you

Come
at all hardy
we come hard at you

Come
thru all hardy
we come hard thru you

Come
thru all
all come thru you

hollow emptiness at the chest
signifies a lighter body

dull heaviness at the chest
signifies a dim lighter body

thinking below the kneck
at the heart arena

puts your attention on the charge
calling all thought to you

feel first look later

resonance

not knowing

is you

and just maybe

someone might

Nothings more dented
than a worry

thinks it loves you

The way others
got into your head

is not a way out of theirs

phena lashana
khono lakheem mo lathean

Slip thru the eye and take a look
the world is serving up its book
as tempered be to mare at hand
in luck of might and reprimand

so gentle on the freedom wheel
is life here tuning thrice its seal
to ones own point of pole and peel
a flicker on the reapers reel

space is salvation

all is mind

no inner

no outer

no in between

is life not enough
that the lesser of death take its place

There is
no power
greater

than
what
you give
power to

We see it as its meant to be
Not as it is

We be it beyond belief
to make it liveable

life by request

not on the playlist

Lend me your eyes
Ill show your majesty

Lend me your broken body
Ill shape its universe to mine

Lend me your soul
Ill set  fire to it inside me

Lend  me your will
Ill die and you will rise