Thursday, June 18, 2015

Lorraine

We are the div"I"ne.
Lost in Time.
Forever bound with mortal twine.
But Freedom, is just but, an eye-blink away.
Wake up and feel the embers of the shores.
As they wash upon your soul and -Say-,
they do upon the whispers of the wind.
Retwine and rewind back to the div"I"ne.
Unleash, undress, unwind and let your ego.... go
To the places that it and you do not know.
Where angels are more but mere concepts with wings.
And words are but the wisdom,
That to harbor, a ship brings.
And sings and sangs and sails and praises all aloud,
is that which the rain clouds........ sends away.
In winter, you can have a sunny day.
But first, rejoice and give big voice for that which you.... have
Not that what you....do not.
And let fear, fall vagrant to the ground, like old dry skin.
A serphant you must be, decline and shed the layer of the odlest thee.
And hear the trupmets sore all about
As all the mighty and devout
discover what they have been all along.
And meet the God that sought for "o so" long.
And then, it would not be so blasfamous to say....Upon that day....
That "I am God."
As long as you also relay
That so is God, all and who about.
Me, her and you and it are part of the div"I"ne ,and the devout.
But we the "I", see but too much
and DINE that I
Till it is
("I") "V" 's ("D""i""n""e")
and we fall into the consumption of ourselves.
But Rain and Sunshine both are the dev"Ine
And so is every breath
Once you discover that truth to depth.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Anericka

America The Beuatiful
America The Wise
Help My Fallen Brothers
Rise

Friday, December 26, 2014

Kensington



Damn I ‘m tired of you
And all of your problems
Looking at me
Like you expect me to solve them
I ain’t Sherlock
But you my Watson
Homie I get it
But if you ask me one more question
Homie you might regret it.
I got so much shit in my head
And you just keep on spilling
Like I am a movie projector
And your life is on the reeling.
I don’t need any more pressures
I don’t need any more problems
I am unemployed, alone and living
In half of an apartment.
Your shits like a returned item
Without a department
And to deal with it my brain
Has to create a separate compartment.
But I am trying to keep my mind together
At this space and time
Trying to define
What’s yours and what’s mine
I am not trying to throw away what ours
But it taxing man
Cause when you’re empathic
There ain’t a relaxing stance.
They tell you expand you consciousness
And who you are
But while they give you directions
They don’t tell you how far
You have to travel to go form earth to mars
Space is enormous
And there are too just so many stars.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

VALIS SPEAKS THROUGH MY FB STATUS

The Empire is Death......embrace Valis