Grant Me, SpiritGrant Me, SpiritGrant Me, Spirit
Grant me Spirit Ever-Present past and future What galaxy holds the starshine
to power the turbines of war?
Neologisms and necrophiliacs, dirty bombs and terrorist attacks. Shift the culture, put it in drive and ignore the "reverse" lever.
The present is the word-processor of the past, writing Spirit into being to begin what was long ago begun
Chance is a myth, coincidence a lie, and only believers in fate will die, forgoing forever in favor of life &
Midnight LandsMidnight LandsMidnight Lands
Midnight dreams and
graywater fantasies
The kind when you know you’re waking up and don’t want to. A place somewhere between dark and light, sleep and wakefulness, life and death. A pseudo-reality of frustrating unknowns.
Morning fog and breakwater tides
You blink three times, and between each blink one of two worlds flashes before your eyes—the world of IS and the world of COULD BE. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which reality is true. Or, through some mystical cosmic vibration in time and space,
DiamondsDiamondsDiamonds
Shivering, dancing with moonlight icicles melting in my palms, as genies gather the drops at my feet to make holy water.
You can hear their chanting chorus of OM from the marble rooftops and obsidian floors, Emanations of sacred syllables spreading in opalescent rays like light through a prism.
For life is multi-faceted— a diamond flawed with rough edges and imperfections that make the bright moments shine all the brighter.
Gamble for the heavensShe’s standing there, and there is no light. She’s illuminated, but all around her is the blackness she’s made for herself. She’s curious about where to go next, but not exactly sure she should abandon her tiny pinhole of light. Laughter echoes. She sobs. She’s smiling. Life got a little complicated. She sees some faces that she recognizes. They all look a lot like her. No one asks, but everyone looks so somber. It’s completely black. She’s the only one laughing. She’s sobbing. She’s naked, but it isn’t cold. It isn’t warm either. She wonders how she came to be here. When did it all get sGamble for the heavens
Mirror Symmetrywe love as oneMirror Symmetry
We see as two believe as two
We laugh as three, speak as three, cry as three.
We learn as four, seethe as four, &nbs
There The Red Fern Shall GrowThere The Red Fern Shall GrowThere The Red Fern Shall Grow
Fantastic conquests of divine symphonies that are sung by universes to redeem their sins.
Pained glories of the proud few led by economic inequalities- inequalities for one's own gain.
Torrential rains of the blood
usurped from the temple and laid upon our Mothers to bequeath a gift of kingdoms.
Endless explosions of karma to stop these lies where bodies lay in decay- and bones represent the light.
History written upon the paper that will eventually dry
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Blue m&ms and skateboards in the driveway on a cold October day
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Here for the world!
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Here for the world!
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[link] Counting Clouds - an exciting book!
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