journal of an ordinary day.

it is today that i feel, like going to bed dirty, and allowing my body to expand in all directions, until the skin stretches like little sea weed, and the salt body forms glass. i am in a panic mood, thinking not enough, for my heart mind has more muscle than mind has memory. the common words fall to the bank of a stream. i am without wisdom for today. as i lay progressing in the tantalizing gesture of tomorrow, i reap no satisfaction in exploring the waveforms of hemi-sync modular brain default. pumpkin cream pie , too much sugar again. even though i'm healing, i wonder if i'll ever fully be healed. is that what life is? to process and heal, and when we heal we die, or perhaps birth new life. i can use a new life, a new birthing, perhaps this time the birthing canal can be the entire cosmic atmosphere, and i will have a giant mother, and no fear. oh the pleasure in no fear. oh the pure ecstatic joy in no fear within love. how i dream to devour the cake of mermaid flowers and space moss.

hoya.

Oh, this Hidden land,
buried black sand
and pearl memory.

The colossal builds
the spiral out of mineral stones.
How their math,
becomes a perfect angle,
in God order.

In the Sea Rose,
the pink quartz forms,
light to bury the ash,
in it,
Our emerald heart centers,
frozen to the beat of time.

The Stellar wind
on the Sea Pony blankets,
mind with form,
time without rest.

She holds conch shells
against the noise,
to hear the echo,
voices,
of white pyramids,
the jeweled resonance center.

moon godhouse.

In the silver dance,
radiant blue,
the hieroglyph birds,
blessed feathers,
and burnt flower shells.

Our Fathers sang,
Cosmic Crystal Prayers,
"ah-Ta',
a-RU
E-Sa."


We come to remember.
We come without memory.

Activated shields,
as a flame of amber,
burnt wool of skin,
fed smoke to high mountains,
Oh, the code of land,
Earth flowers buried among
the Thunder.

And to the Kristic Moon,
all Rivers shall flow,
gliding into Pale Silver & Gold.

Blessed are the water spirits,
for they shall seek
the kingdom of the Coral Sea.

Blessed are the Moon trees,
for their roots grow under dreams,
as all spirits remain free.

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*ah-Ta' - Now Be
a-Ru - Inner Sun
E-Sa- Always and Forever

*as found on the keylonticsdictionary.com website.

movements.

it is in the memory
hidden gold with black,
the raw structure of tigers eye,
lenses handcrafted,
silken butterflies.
it was on my shoulder,
freedom found,
careless,
i rode a train home.
oh, how my mother
forgives,
only saints,
and all loveless,
as a womb,
i remain.

blade.

spare me jealous jewels

faceted on the mermaid breast.

spare me from lust,

golden barrel of dispense.

spare me from high hope,

the energy does not bind well.

love me, encased in a decadent
horizon.

love me, from my selfless
exploit.

undue, onto me all prior
engagements.

enrapture the trigger
points,
to my unwilling
masculine sex fire.

the forgotten dance.

she dances with the wind as it blows through the minds of many, hers is shattered mirrors upon glass ceilings. she moved towns so she could change her name, put on a new face, but still ended up like the brothel 42nd street dancing queen. i remember my jealous bruise peeling off the edges, men that quarrel for such extreme sacral-ness, there is lust in the blood orange. there is deep black in the memory of her ritual, how it haunts her dreams and caves in many blank hearts. heart? what is in the bottom of pits? can you grow them in seeds of sewn stomach? hearts don't grow on cement sidewalks, like the oak trees do. hearts don't grow black. the pits are fertile with respiration, she breathes new life, Ahh. let us dance until the memory goes black.

when love calls.

who said love comes

with out pain?

when those you love

fall to death,

or wither away,

is it love

that's scorned our fragile

emotions

into flesh and wound?

For when love comes

unwillingly,

it comes free

from the burdens

that bare it witness.

It comes for you

when you fall away from here.

It comes for you

when you are worn

from battles lost.

It comes for you

when you've forgotten

yourself,

memories,

sacredness.

It comes for you,

alone in the dark wind.

It calls for you,

when you are no longer

here.

sea wood.

i am wood,

roots sewn to the ground

deep, embedded with

crimson red,
moist tentacles,
skull of a sea head.

the illusion.

sometimes it's your soft skin
that brings me to the stillness.

and in between all rainbows
and black clouds
there could never be any
sunshine on your window.

you live with blood dreams.

sometimes it's the fruit
of closeness,
on the roof of a tongue
that calls your name back.

can you forget
the forests?
emerald green,
where love,
constant love,
we held in our bodies.

remember the goddess lights?

how does love grow?
in the window,
through the corners...
would you know
how love she looks?