Sleep walk into the slumber, Hive sleeps the brood soothsayer Mephistopheles meditates on shores of the Columbia river. Sipping from the eternal rain ship wrecked debris of sacred. Scribed runes on elder Oaks, they guard this sacred land. Sworn to Oath in its misery' we shan't remain silent. Tweaked out of minds, out of body experience we merge as one voice to get nothing done once again, we pray to our lord Procrastination. Then one day 9 years later you seam to be struck by sunlight through a different dew drop lens televised intelligence and the roots remain pure as sacred flesh of Liberty. When we awoke midsummer eve deep in the land of fairies, we rode panthers in-search of blue rings. Once that was found what we once seek, wisdom's passed down turn to ash in the records of knowledge...back into the slumber we are all sleepwalkers.
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Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, December 2, 2013
Nightshade Daydreams
I have seen spirits,
of the imortal soul,
I have listened,
to the Banshee speak in tongues...
I have been possessed,
by ghost from all spectrums.
beyond the night,
beyond centers of stars,
beyond the 7 gates...enter the minds eye.
drift into shakti abyss,
find the center of self...
reflected in the black waters of night.
deadly nightshade daydreams,
walking on thin air,
listening to sylphs,
conversate with elves.
contemplating
the balance,
of what
is that
which
is above.
LKCP2KXIII
of the imortal soul,
I have listened,
to the Banshee speak in tongues...
I have been possessed,
by ghost from all spectrums.
beyond the night,
beyond centers of stars,
beyond the 7 gates...enter the minds eye.
drift into shakti abyss,
find the center of self...
reflected in the black waters of night.
deadly nightshade daydreams,
walking on thin air,
listening to sylphs,
conversate with elves.
contemplating
the balance,
of what
is that
which
is above.
LKCP2KXIII
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Escaping hands of Time
Holding on to nothing rather than its illusions illustrated by artifacts left by tribes of the lower Iddhi. .
As if when something never happened until imagination brings fourth manifestation...
Be aware of its translucent surroundings of what it was, what shall it be.
Be it free or frozen in time like musical notes of Timothy Leary, yet the biological potions remain most potent.
Looking at the moon in her grace shining bright over casting shadows of stars, lifted by the winds carried by aetheric wings...
Soaring high within the liquid glass eagle eyes view of self expression expansion of self into anothers reflections...
Bending,
dimensions.
The heart is free from toxicology when the lotus has risen above dark waters, embracing the cleansing light of RA.
Awakened to find oneself, back in time.
Awakened to find oneself, far in the future.
Awakening oneself, in the now free from the hands time clutch...
LKCP2KXIII
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