Who?

 Have you ever wondered what you are? why you were, or even there...from where do we become. When since birth we are taught to fear, ones own reflection. I walked outside for the first time in 10 years yesterday and it felt like astral projection but tell me why I walk by all neighbors in silence. Yet here we are left wondering why it is much easier to hold a conversation in the grocery store, with a complete stranger via mobile...serene.

 What is this toxic stench in the air that surrounds my being like second hand smoke stacks of boiling cabbage. I seen a Opossum flip its stomach inside out as children hung upside down from monkey bars swinging...back and fourth singing. While we spun on the Mary-go-Round, hailing scriptures raising road kill from the depths of the heavens.

 Call fourth the birds from 9 hells pitiless ens-amble... Sounds of the crypts Apocalypse soothed from lips of our leader, Thoughtless children shed no tears living amongst the living, walking with the dead. She rode a seahorse into the sunset and whispered to the trees her fantasy of making love to sea turtles. And you ask me again. Who are you? I have no answer to something I cannot even fathom.

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Vapors of Gods

Once we lay our eyes to rest, the world blossoms insights not seen by sons of man.

And as it seems at times they only listen to voices of God's Scribes of man.

There are those who seek alchemical whispers through eyes outside of ones mind.

But un aware the true reflection resides in the pools of darkness hidden deep within the cosmos...

Seek not and thou shall find, the many treasure gods placed inside...

Coded in language of the birds for in each his own to decode,

Reach out for Akashic vapors...for its very keys you hold.

LKCP2KXIII

Modern Archeologist

We have already reached a point in our times that there really is nothing left on earth to discover externally, but there is a vast space inside our beings for all of us to discover.

When there is no mystery left, and all the veils have been lifted then there is no other direction but evolving and transmuting our selves to the next level.

You are your own archeologist...

Dig wisely.

-LKCP2KXII-

Earth Gazing

Gazing at the world from star eye level witnesses clouds caressing magnetic fields.

The map before thine eyes read;"You are Here"...

Surrounded by the masses in the same dimension in the now yet there is still so much separation.

In desperation to bring back the oneness, jets climax explosive radiation in the name of unity...

Yet all heroes are forgotten and we still praise wars in the name of Gods & Prophets...

Yet most of our pockets remain empty and children are still starving, being sold, and orphaned.

with all this "power" we the people have resolved nothing but attained reservoirs of bitter memories.

Where do lost souls go after the sounds of thunder, fire, and dark clouds fade into aether.

As all energies return to the womb of the mother, waiting upon the next fertile spirit of the father.

Remember,

You are Here...So are we.

LKCP2KXIII