I watch my baby-booming parents wither in the flames of society.

wow: the warmth is coming through my head, so I instill,
go down into my feet warmth,
golden make me completed as a planet.

i do not feel complete though i have this status.

disaster areas are known to be located near the heart,
the anus, and the third eye.

there have been droughts,
famines and idea-wars.

all this planet needs for conclusive history is warmth.

imagine beings at wonder over the whole exterior of your skin.
you know well there are better areas for habitation.
that the wind front on your head is severe
but for underground reason, existence there is prolific.
there is terrene bursting with soul
there is lithe by terrortory: the devices at work
are in reflection to the cosmos;
activity drawn from
the core of the active-conjured.
i consider myself as outer space.
the dimension of my gut this day
has erupted into world war,
with casualties at large
and a genesis of
immense pain
the body
like planet
over.

there is purpose for every separate world to cultivate insight.
to find its individual enlightenment to then carry through
to the greater universe of worlds.
do you see dimensions?
we must gather first by cluster, then culture.
we must gather nation wide for our land, completely,
to get over her adolescent angst.
for her to reach wisdom within the universe
and to next collide and gather
with other worlds detached.
imagine universal consciousness
in the language OF THE UNIVERSE.
what then?
what kind of existence is the Everything Known-Of
part of?
how infrequent does dimension get?
how high does it go?
HOW HIGH CAN I REALLY GET?
the unity of Whole-Self is communication
with the stars.

the history of this world is so deep
so absolutely breathtaking
as a spiritual experiment
through identity.

i imagine the Book of Earth as an organ
within the Great Conscious Thing
as a living experience that just is
without mythology, without bias
just the quake of a crashing
higher mind.

my feet are still cold.

will i discover in my lifetime?
give expansion to the spirit as proxy
so that when my humanpet removes herself
i will be taken home satisfied
from my adventure.
MOTHER, i don't want to leave you
until i get full compassion from you.
i have remained laced in the stream
of your children growing greener
and i want us all to acquire REAL EYES.
i want to realize.
i desire and request
personal freedom.
what stubborn piece of paper must i show
just to take leave from where i was born.
what law of morality has been sewn into
the mind of the commoner.
i need to give my bleeding mind a head.
i need the external memory of a world whom
i adored birth in.
why do newborns weep so bitterly?
i cannot live in fear
i cannot live in fear;
i demand paradise!
i will not be lazy in the maintenance of health.
if this was land without war i would sweat by the land
for i'd be elated to participate.

mercy for our body!
you have come to a beautiful PLACE:
glory for the art strokes of nature
and, curses, christ! to those who will not stop and look.
the earth is stunning.
she is the grandest woman of your life, imagine,
your
mother
is seducing.
is it within you to understand beauty?
i wish against ignorance:
i seep inward bringing consciousness to
positive vibration.
i send it home to my spiritual self at intellectual play
flying through the skies and
if it detours at linger amongst the people
so be it.

am i right to consider life on a question of higher
existence still with quarks and quality?
connection between souls must simply get deeper
until it is One.

but then,
is this character lonely?

the emotion frequency involved with this planet
is a raw actuality
we as a species
is cretinous to.
JUST GO SOMEWHERE
TO HEAR A WOLF CRY.
i have heard the symphony
and had never felt so passionately alive.
there were many wolves playing in the darkness that night.

mother.

we phenotypes have faults.
what if no one was boring or evil?
where is natural vaudevillian,
should we comprise our attention to creation
and dispel that thing of luster.
greed causes us addictions we may only conquer
as forfeit incarnation.
we cannot abolish greed, we must abandon it!
that looking at the mountain peak,
beaten to your erection,
is the bliss of this breathing.
the water body from puddle to endless shore
is a miracle your own
divine hand
manipulated into livelihood.

subsistence here is solid ground.
this is the spiritual wake of this life.
i often think to myself about the FAR OUT
but this dirt is the worshiping backbone
that lends me notion root to crown.

if only wealth would spoil,
expire like the vile men it bleeds.
if only institution was lost. banished!

i dream and accept my fate as a dreamer
who will be ridiculed
without contempt
and redeemed
the failure of the syndicate
and live
the happiest life
of all.

i've subjected my soul
to this rawness of human survival;
my life can do what it wants with me.
somehow, i have made it to this moment,
SOMEHOW
WE
HAVE MADE IT TO THIS MOMENT
people just
sit
and absorb the world.
lay back in comfort,
that feeling of confidence alone
connects you to life everywhere.
lay back! be at peace
and in the moment:
every moment of peace
is a moment superior
for celebration.

warmth.

THE GIRL WHO TAUGHT ME OUT IN THE WILDERNESS THAT IS IT OKAY TO CRY.

One day I'll tell you about the things
that move me more than anything.
This new revolution of Self
are my eyes that learned to speak
my eyes that may easily scream.
They have watched intensely,
they have been too shy to look
and for years
they have been static.

I was alone, feeling, without even
the spirit world, experiencing self doubt
clinging to my skin due only
to the circumstance
that my soul decided upon me
and that now
I am stuck.
At the very moment following despair
a soulmate spoke to me with spontaneous words
filled with affection, these expressions of
powerful speak.
She sent me to absolute glory.
My infinite soul!
The words she picked were perfection
against my demented dent of mind.
I let my sight blur and before consideration
I was weeping all over myself.
I was spilling my soul all over the blinking room
shedding the water of my mind every colour
of the disc of feeling.

I kept myself seated
for my thoughts revolved in a world
a far more horrid place then what, commonly,
I allow my mind to vulnerably think it as.
That human nature so easily falls to disgust,
that there are always victims
and that there is hardly ever
deserved
mercy.
That basic footage of the collapsed mid-east
and the alien demon of terror feasting there
requites all hope for beauty in this
original beautiful world.

Is there any hope left for beauty?

Within my small world getting bigger
all the time
I was reminded
exactly on time
that yes, there IS hope
and there is already beauty
because I saw it in the victims eye of fear;
she was truly a gift
about to die
by a soldier's hand.
And in her final perspiration
she was a queen,
premature for her death, too,
was awful early.
I was reminded exactly on time
regaining personal hope
and feeling the drops of something beautiful
falling from my obscene face:
HERE IT IS,
THIS IS LIFE.

I do adore this existence. I have found
true companionship.
It is friendship that is not jealous.
I beg the unknown with every breath
that speaks in silence
to seek the same fortunes:
SOUL that does move
that does love and provoke love.
Peaceful awakening and a time
of peace before rest
land that does not bother to own
but radiates in freedom
and
the celebration
of all these things
together.

I imagine an audience of spirits
gathered about I
at contemplation
of these fleeting sensations.
They are observing this breed of human kind:
a young woman
hurt by violence a million miles away
wanting to GET AWAY
and feeling ashamed for every earthbound illusion.
Retracting but falling again. Finding joy at my core
when intuition provokes dreamlessly:
KEEP IN MIND, THIS IS LIFE.
Thank your soul for friendship and love.
Do not bow to your savior, but rather,
to the feet that spared you.
I would give my body away to Nothingness
if this world finds path in war.
I will abandon this gorgeous planet
full of natural wonder
if the profession of solider persists.
I do not have the will
to live in fear.

My infinite soul.
The qualities of the wild.

ernst

the way i held my face
i found a salty tear at my lips.
these last moments keep me transfixed
in fascination.

i was enjoying the peace of meditation
revealing energy and dwelling within it.
my brother burst into my room
carrying two small containers.
he tells me quickly to help him, that on of
the fishes fell and has almost no water left.
i am disappointed for this interruption,
but i cannot ignore the dying fish!
as i prepare new homes for the creatures
my brother explains to me the ridiculous exploits
to result in all this: he and some friends
stole two beta fishes, literally put the cups into
their jackets in order to watch them battle each other
though the plans did not manifest, i am disgusted
by these words. one fish was bright and normal sized,
the other, the one that had taken the fall, was incredibly small.
he tells me that one of them
has to stay with me
and internally,
i treat this like an unwanted pregnancy.
consciously, i have determined that i will never seek
to keep hostage animals of my own
that domesticated pets are an unreal theory to me
that i dont appreciate their mess
and that i'd simply rather
they keep natural habitat.
i respect all animals and fish
and wish them all health: i did not
at this time
want a living responsibility.

but now my younger sibling has found this
awkward fault
and i have been inflicted with the caring
of another life, as small as he is.

i felt unkind towards this.

that my mind was incredibly open
and vulnerable
at the time of interruption
and my reaction made tangible
the effects of everything swimming within me.

i cleaned the bowls and put the betas to rest in them.
i knew which one i was to keep.
he took his with him, and left me with a tiny, blue
fighter fish exploring a home
far bigger then what i first saw him in.

i ask myself if i could obtain the same meditation
but i feel my body has given up relaxation
and my spine is sitting uncomfortably now.
i look at the thing spinning itself 'round in the water
stopping and seeming to look in my direction.
i feel unkind that it has appeared, still.

i sit with myself and calm.
i sit with my eyes closed and think of existence
and how awesome it is. i feel warmer.
i have thought this entire evening through
of things much higher then i
and am now blown away
at this spontaneous turn.
that i was searching OUT
and was exploded in.
i open my eyes and look again at my new,
blue child
and he is still directed towards me
though this time
i naturally feel comforted by it, not hateful
that i did not want this for myself.
"maybe i'll take you in after all," i say and immediately weep
at the sound and honesty of my voice
of my transformation,
of the lessons of this full moon.

MANifestivities.

LISTEN
all you beautiful people:
do you understand
your place?
do you know your power?
Be spoken to as the individual;
answer as the universe.
In the holy face of Revolution
how much confidence do you exceed
to look it dead
in the eye?

The call for faith is meaningless now,
NOW there is the call for spirit.
The call for glamor is meaningless--this
modern movement of art & culture does not care
for unfelt design or the trendwhore.
It speaks of genuine expression, whatever it becomes
and genuine presence, whatever it so happens
to look like.

There is an age drawing its end
and the UNIVERSE RISING, listen!
This is about the turn of the century
as a chunk of Time unkept
a chunk uncalled for, as in,
unfocused
scattered energy.
Reflect on the most recent 100 years.
This was a Time surrounding the first WORLD WAR
this was a Time that bred Dada, the breaking
of the world of art
the chaos of the Mother made tangible in art
and as art.
Obviously, this was rebirth, however,
to recognize all the elements of immense importance
in this era takes serious
emotional
consideration.
Unlike distinctive counter cultures of decades post
this was SCATTERED ARTISTRY
necessary for every ISM:
a time
radically kindred
to the time
now.
It was a fascinating MOTHER.
The century's foundation was this piece
of crazy history. Every modern revolution
based itself on the enlightenments reaching from the turn.
The century in its entirety derives from the turning.
This history is most evident today;
WE ARE
THE GENERATION who will spawn the next world.
We will quake to shaken Earth.
We find ourselves scattered for collection
and for definitive movement.
We must draw each other to community
for community stirs movement
community speaks.
It is a worldly universe, and holy inspiration.
WE ARE CERTAIN UPRISING.
The recreation of art MOVEMENT is upon us, for, simply,
we are the turn.
And, LISTEN:
we are even more than what was just related.

We are more then the turn of the century, PEOPLE,
THE GENERATION NOW
IS THE TURN OF THE MILLENNIUM.
We have brought our souls here at this Time
to create and furthermore
for absolute creation.
Inspire: to be, to seek, to discover, to cause.
The next one hundred years depends on our say
and, even, this whole next AGE.
We are living excitement.
We truly are
living
at the dawn.

Draw community.
Let your impulses reveal themselves.
Your ideals are within you.
All those things involving inspiration will realize you.
Let rage your innate spirituality. Fear of the world is unnecessary.
You
will
discover.
The universe is you.

what i think as i sit in the gorgeous autumn sunlight painting psychedelic bomb clouds

I have been taught this day. I have within hours grown closer to creation
and KNOW, now, that there is movement. I have dreamed for it
in my lifetime
and have considered it before
concluding in serious contemplation
that it is a thing of the near future.

This day has been so simple.
The food in the house is leftover from
a day of festive thanks,
the season is changing
but for this time of year
it is remarkably warm.

I've spent hours getting to know my world
listening with complete mental silence,
being totally aware of my place.

There IS movement.
The modern world has begun!
I don't speak of technology
though that is the tangible evidence,
if there ever was "tangible evidence" in all of history.

There ARE fresh ideas, there ARE people emerging
who will be reflected upon as the pioneers
for the next era.

It has begun,
it has.


And,
Thank you, Mom, for naming me Joy.

Prayer Circle (we tap down on earth together holding hands like space crafts)

Universe!
Thank you for being good to me
thank you for your awakening, that there is only genuine good,
and that
in these days
I still find myself content.

specifically today, I read a classic novel
in one sitting.
I put the read down after the long,
half day and only felt inspiration!
I finished the book by writing myself down.

I pray keep this stirring in me--stay; I,
at the mind-expansion.

Universe, I know if i keep smiling
in thoughts of you my ideals
will materialize.

This passion is universal: I WANT
THE WORLD TO SPREAD. SHE IS
BURNING ME WITH DESIRE.

I watch the souls around me,
I watch with lollipop eyes
dipped in the sugar of curiosity.

Amen.

ling involving the habits-to-get-me-beaten

Yeah the times get fucked up, sketchy-like. But honestly, isn't that the rut in our piece-of-cosmic-slice that infatuates us all?
You tell me you're as boring as always-been-sober to care.
The times
get fucked
my tongue
gets incredibly vulgar I wish
I had a tap.

Hah.

So, I'm stoned. So,
I just got stoned.
Obviously that's the rant in my passion--
and I can't just sit here
and write poetics.
I listen to ether,
and, LISTEN:
wow.

This world boggles my extraterrestrial mind!
I am
fully human
at my consciousness; and isn't that
a dimension.
ISN'T THE INFERIOR HUMAN TOOL OF
LANGUAGE a goddamn savior?

How could this invention be so
infatuating?
Before I talked of the universal--
now I'm getting dirty.

The times
have changed.

I can say that with sense though they are constant and
in continuum for i know well the riddle
of the Present and the always-presenting.
The times have changed.
And in the next reflection
I will speak of then to NOW
with a lotus at my crown
with a song at my silence
and BE THERE: WOW,
Earth is extraterrestrial.

She this being with every personality.
She a sibling to other worlds.

I know I'm not myself.
Know that I am not speaking in tone
or with boast, just simple understanding of
the human conversion to the spiritual-act-of-Knowing.

Love
is
the
superior.

I fish for words. Truly, my mind
feels as if it moves though water
though I know, really, it is the dense air
of outer space.
I feel! progression in the depths
of the ocean without the energy of propellant,
without any energy at all
just my soul at drift
in the infinitive sky.

How about, the secret of dancing.

Foresight.

The weekend before last, I went to massive gathering.
I had painted onto my forehead with the colour of the third eye
and felt myself withdraw. Days of contemplation passed
when a good friend shared with me the story of her guide
putting this thumb to her forehead--that,
with any sort of coverage
meditation will internalize.

I thanked the universe for this secret deeply.

I have companions who with I give gratitude and salutations
to the universe on impulse, holding hands & open
leaving reality
and speaking to each other fearlessly.
Often there is poetry and always there is
intense honesty.
We speak the mindtongue.
We were given all that we have asked for.
This act of prayer has assumed activity with my individual, too,
and, fascinating!
I feel for myself but have been completed by the world, honestly,
I AM THE UNIVERSE.

I adore the words I know are not true, like I
and me
and my.
I indulge in carnal concepts,
getting dirt upon my hands,
playing with makeshift identities, and
requiting my place to be suspect of the supernatural.
That is why the soul has come to earth
this is why I, a soul certainly involved with yours,
has weakened the spirit to give a mind
to a body in order to walk the earth.
It is in order to walk the earth
and I will not
let myself be consumed by a role in society,
a role of religious decree, or anything of bias.
At this moment & incarnation it would not be real.
It would not be necessary for I am achieved of that
Beyond.


So
When do I get to be a musician?
How can I swim the bottom-seas in human consciousness? I know,
already,
how I get to the sky.

mixed ideas

This is the passion
the slip
and
at its climax, at its
origin marked: HEY,
how was i created, really?
was it really me?
was it the matter of a galactic feat,
or a core spirit experiment?

I'd like to take on anybody.
enter their body
as their mind
and completely have possession
of their every detail.
Be them
at any natural state:
discovery
would be
religious.

Institute my very being
with an apex of lifetimes at
my soulful indulgence.

Listen,
i do become
practically removed
to enter the pelvic notion
at a sight exceptionally attractive:
i feel
in fluid-state
at the toes of the mountains
at the depths of ancient growth
and at the body's shore where elements collide
absorbing
absolutely
everything.

Hah, listen! It's magic.

I am involved in mystical trespassing
I am ravished with the urges of lust
this be truth
at Earth completely naked.

I have put my hands on
olden bark,
naturally uncanny: i breathed in
the very air being spat
by it, the erect thing had so much
existence involved with it
just being there in consideration of it all
took me for heavy stimulation
for paradise of soul and
the
satisfaction
i
need.

She: my body, and She: the world i have been
birthed in, these
are the dramas of my being.
the unstoppable TRIP-i swear,
it's magic.

Tune out.
i would become
actually removed
to enter anothers intensity or
the calm of common nature or
the aroused, the angered
the newborn or death.


This is just an idea,
spatially unknown,
perhaps consuming, though
i think my consciousness could handle it
within the intimacy of my soul.