Archive for May, 2014

& this is how momentum starts
it is exciting
but always let it be
infectious
never keep it
to yourself
fire is
meant to be shared
you better be ready
to die hard
for your dreams
because
this land doesn/t take kindly
to dreamers.

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Of Brahma
dreaming 
cosmic dream
dancing 
with Shiva
nothing
absolved
everything
 dissolved
into n…n…

nothingness.

space

Innumerable
incarnations
linked heartbeats
beating to 
their war drum
perpetual
deja vu
familiar
phenomenon
psychic

deja vu.

space

I know me
&
I will remember you
shall our paths ever cross.

I will find you.

space

… the jewel of a planet that our universe has gifted us with. What a privilege it is to be born in a human body and to live in this enchanted realm; floating on the ocean of the cosmos, and to have the opportunity to learn, grow, and develop here through many lifetimes.

Because we all have been here before.

And we are all struggling to remember.

Graham Hancock

Drain

Posted: May 22, 2014 in Poetry
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Psychic vampires
no life their own
always impose
on all of those
who let them in
their cozy homes
they live off thoughts
from those alone
when all/s sucked dry
they gnaw on bone
but in the light
they turn to stone.

Don/t let me go
just let me down
can/t find our way
through this dark town
must feel around
we know this life
ain/t what it seems
we die each breath
& live off dreams
what do you do
when you can/t sleep?

Tempered

Posted: May 15, 2014 in Poetry
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She whips the me
out of me
a servent gently
as her world turns
I bend
to pray
then I
walk away
to the warm arms
of hate
when I know
all I need is love.

1 GOD with many FACEs

Posted: May 5, 2014 in Poetry
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Raised from the dead
A crow once said
That a mother is God
Within the whispers
Of all her children
Somehow creating something
While she has nothing
Never turning her back
Heart without judgment
A love set in stone
By selflessly helping
Her child she helps
Her self to stand
So they both can
Walk away on their own

Why We Live

Posted: May 2, 2014 in Poetry
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She doesn/t know
I/ve begged for her
in my dreams
long before
she knew me
how easily
we let slip
that which is
precious to us
once within
our loose grip.

Our loose grip
once within
precious to us
that which is
we let slip
how easily
she knew me
long before
in my dreams
I/ve begged for her
she doesn/t know.