Feathered Paperwork

I lost my mind in a piece of paper, 
I lost my soul in a breathe mint.

I seen the future blurred in an eye drop,
that seemed to last an eternity. 

All the while still confused about the world
and most of all who I are? 

Where did my people go. 
Isolated by media and social screens. 

A dream what was it like,
to walk miles across borders. 

Dreams of freedom,
 to live among demons. 
Drifting by light thought to be sanctuary.

My thoughts shatter beyond shuttered eyelids 

gazing into the infinite darkness, 

yet we find comfort in our own blindness. 

Walking up toward the heavens on dissolving stairways...

still waiting for aliens to save me...

-L.K. Cruz P. 

Cosmic Lore

When yesterday,

becomes yes-today then we mimic a system that is failing. 

We must expand our emotions as limitless as consciousness to match our eternal infinite subconscious in order to grasp the macro cosmic multiverses that are waiting for us to walk through the doors that we have been shown. 

As above so below the world within is the same as the world without...

Remaining still we are not our minds, Reflection. 

LKCP2KXiX 

Retrograde

I thought yesterday was today last year while Mars was retrograde. Rewinding past, present, future into one time sphere.

Raising the dead for festive occasion. The children play in the dead seas while washing away the priory's karma.

As blood flows down stream from the mutilation of our people nearing extinction of decent. Ascension has lost its meaning.

Only embers remain in the ashes of what knowledge was passed. The seldom few with akashik keys have mercy on the gods agenda.

Seeking truth while walking on its hands as time unwinds. Waiting patiently for the shift to settle.

Exploring soul

Woke up one morning,
to decide I am no longer
a slave.

To the war,
humanity, and
the secrets of propaganda,
they hold.

Forbidden thoughts shared
via text message,
the man comes knocking on doors.

I see vision within the wax,
of polished wooden floors.
doors of the minds eye open,
traveling along it's narrow halls.

 Exploring soul,
through meditation.
bound to light without religion.

 

Spange

 There standing still. Witness the birth of wretchedness of "awareness". It was much easier in times of "blessed" or as it were. Some soothsay about the dooms day, but we have the ability to manifest much more than required. 

 When do ghosts die, is there life after life? When the blind seeds go fourths we reaped what we sown. The blood spilled for madness or holiness or which is the lesser of two evils? To convince through torturous repent threats, to keep on living. Or the madness from the love of one true God that seems to be driven into the core of hour system that binds us to hands of time. 

 A mother dies to save a family of sinners, as a soldier dies at the mercy of wars, they shed blood we shed tears like stars evaporating into blankets of night. Yet our spirits seem to shine no matter how inflicted the median.  A man hung from the Oak tree. He invoked the spirit of wisdoms he travelled far from the other side. Between worlds, a thin line wrapped in consciousness. 

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