1 million thoughts...

 One million thoughts drowned the megalithic crown that ruled the land of linguistics. Text message terrorists confused the youth of it's language. They began to loose art of conversation while trapped in digital worlds, of light and vibration. Whats the use of vocal cords when you can read and try to emulate emotion through letters on a small screen. a customized tone for the bell, toning sanctuary a reminder that we are not in misery.

 We spent decades trying to master the art of telepathy just to be distracted by cell phonic frequency, but we remain a glitched freak in the system. Trying to find methods of communication with inhabitants, consumed by holy spirits. The answers are sealed within relics and pigments from centuries old when once one finds the essence of word is no longer bold.

 When true emotions get lost in translation text messages fail to convey ripples of silence,
 broken by ring tones.

My Sands

I once whispered words to a grain of sand, it multiplied into a vast sea of sand which later became an ocean floor.

they never wrote books about me and credited these feats, to myths and gods.

unattached to the fable, I brush the facts off my shoulders for it brings joy to see all the people enjoying what I had left for them.

Please stop polluting the water which houses my sand that you play on, and craft into glass.

LKCP2KXIV

Sometimes

Sometimes, I don't know wrong from right, Left from tears. One mind torn into pieces. scattered across the landscape. They prayed. I felt like all my marbles were lost or stolen. fragmented in a piece of paper, secretly I hide underneath my tongue. I have seen beyond the lands of demons, and seen through gates of heavens. yet the truth still remains true to only the believer, if one is of its own blood a seeker. My teacher once told me. the true teacher is your heart. yet it is the most difficult, to master. but if you can learn the art of hearing each other, the teacher and student as One. become a master. only then will the ears, be ready to hear the cosmic organs. strumming from the heavens.

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

Word of Mouth...

Dear Reader,

In the old circles lips to ear, was the ways it was passed down. I would like to try this in a modern marketing sense...

Operation ask you're local book store if they have the book Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.II
Looking for 100 local  volunteers that go to book stores regularly and simply, ask the clerk, or librarian if they have Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Alchemical whispers please and thank you its my power of word of mouth experiment to pay it forward,
for each copy your simple asking a clerk if they carry my book, is one step closer to getting
Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 2 into book stores, and I am told word of mouth,
is the best advertiser I wanted to try Operation 100 people
ask your local.
book store about
alchemical whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Thank You All! Its is a great book.enjoy.

LKCP2KXIII

LKCP2KXIII Up and coming new book!

My Poetry book Alchemical Whispers has been doing well. if you like poetry that invokes thought then this one might be for you. i also have a Kindle Edition of Alchemical whispers availble for purchase or check out on kindle prime.

I am currently working on book four, hopefully will be ready for release soon. will keep you updated on the progress of that. here is a clip of the contents in the new book im writing now. 

"Dust off your eyelids and awake from the blind slumber you have been spellbound see through the eyes of the hollow moon, before she was driven into our solar system. Without the shadow there would have not been life, dew forms as the sun goes down while Lilith tells stories to her grandchildren. Minds wander intoxicated by the scent of the Nile lucid dreaming about reality and the day of great pyramids generating the grid of dragon lines before they shifted... the time has come to illuminate your center and become the sun of your own galaxy. Surf the unthreaded sands of the unconscious landscape, and touch the purest untouched darkness and the clearest light...awaken...you are here... awaken." 

the book is a poem but also a story of a kids journey through life with a new consciousness after recieving a gift from a stranger. more to come...

 LKCP2KXIII 

Reflection of Duality

Written on pages of thin air...history recorded archived in collective unconscious we roam freely within its pages.
Making use of a full cycle of Sun to Moon, Lunar to Solaris in our modern divisions of this observations we categorize as time.
Till the day we see clearly through eyelids, piercing illusionary visions we bend perceptions of what is "real".
Lost in false matter searching for importance in its state of being, reflections taking first steps out of the glass...
Or were itself a product from the silver gate which side was more real, the reflective material or the glass & gum that binds dimensions as one.
Now both stand before the mirror for the first time a quadrant perspective of its dualistic program revealed...
Question upon questions arise, and the one that lingers how many more reflected will step beyond the gate, will they ever fuse into the same body as one...
Creator,
Or forever endlessly search an eternity outside the self for answers which they have no questions.

LKCP2KXIII

Passing Gates

I was walking in that dusty town one sumer night and watched the snowfall.

Streetlights glistening with frozen dew drops dripping a symphony in honor of the mid...night...sun.

I remember when the banshee stood like a bronze statue in the center of the hypnotic sun.

As birds harmonized with the eclipse blood red was the horizon as mars came closer to earth.

Chanting a wormhole the ancients escaped their doom...

LKCP2KXII