There is an Invisible Black Orb
in My Mind Eye & Skull
A Black Flag Circles Around it



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Arcadian Angels
Love in Stars;
Dream in Moons;

The Galaxies we unfold;
The Eyes we hold; untold;

We whurl’d; We Rolle’d
We spoke’d; We Folke’d

The Rhymns of Ages;
The Pages of Sages;

Crosse’d & Red’ē
Hope’d & Vind’e

And Ours;
The Souls Wrappe’d
And Ours
The Maps Twine’d

Mystic Mythin; { Din’ed
Lover oft’h Myhn; { Win’ed

The Rare’est Indeed;
That Rool’ndsing Rings;

... { Two; Round in Sounds;

To make Love;
Infront of Queens & Kings;

The Most Holy Of Thing’ks;
Reels of Light & Story’e;

The Wheels oft’howersongs
Th’us Angels & God’ess;

Harps & Mornings;
Thē Great’est
oft’h All
Bee’ingensi

...

Glow to Rye Book IV { ii.iiiii.i.iii

Gaian verses;
flowers within; black orchid stories;
shes a killa Eve; like meme;
inside & out; so aline;
Art is raw; like we draw;
my only weapon; { i wrote in lines
my time & travel keys; { endless waves
brings mye to my' knees;
my own poison orchid;
to find . beach; you have my best;
so i can send the rest;
to help you in times of need;
my soul you read;
my hippy friend in the end;
so many lovers you send;
in my mind as i am blind;
watching my goals to dreams;
satori mornings;
lovers drawings; she paints in rings
origin feelings & in her heart;
of earth in your path; our own
our island madness;
our island sadness;
singing to moons;
remembering our tunes;
my only sadness;
our lovers madness;
seeing with your eyes;
inside my sadness;
my most perfect madness;
my lovers scribe; to your vine;
our heart of time;
is always your line;
saving all my paths;
in empathic arts;
the time travel sages;
transcendence being;
my only feeling;
cards of old my dreaming;
so deep my cuts; and lines they weep;
searching to the ends of souls i read;
cus in the end your my only friend;
in my satori madness;
my crys of old; all stories told;
and never so old;
beecause empaths . share the sands;
my lovers hands;
my eyes and ears of all fears;
she heals in my sadness;
my lovers madness;
my own mirrors in source;
to tell all my oldest forthe
in natures own mornings;
heavens creatures callings;
my oldest deities;
your closest stay at ease;
my yogi webing;
our clearest threading;
the yogi i feel in love with;
that eyes never touch;
beecause eyes thought so much
in all thingsingstuff;
songs of times;
rhymes & luff;
our lovers working;
Dragon talking; drinking; yawning
in and out of mowring; source
our time & travel compaseas;
clockworkeys; turning; tuning
& we burned across stars; seas
our fire of rages; ages;
she rips my pages;
and says things;
turning spaces; laces;
flowers of sages; faces;
the beaches i met you on;
the bridges of love to come;
bottles & papers;
i hide in nature;
the gypsy’s kiss for all we missed;
as i riped to you in drips;
my dear of dears & lover above;
to make all my love cry & stuff;
to heal all hearts across the river of time;
to run to all ends of fings in rhymns ...
- My spiritual techo; echo;
wherema to forget; all the eyes
in the deep sea that watch me;
holding sacred keys;
the holy tree as lovers bleed;
the sonic bloom
in hearts of line lune rune;
bottles & moons; { ...
Endless poems
I wrote in your knowing;
unfolding doors & in palms eyes yarn;
my only sadness my only madness;
the rhymn to signs & dreams again;
linking from plucks of harpsatunes ago;
connecting all my threads of twine & send;
where Eve she always romes;
across the beaches of paradice
as even gold unfolds;
wildest notes to shells & wells;
where all the eyes fortold;
the reels of scripts unrolling;
magic soulsing & wild beeholding;
this lovers madness;
beecause you found the way;
as I climb hand over hand
opening my eyes; and opened my rhymes
as am here to stay; and rest as ease; { ...

“How many times has Blake been round;
while I follow this magic in lyrical sound?”

Heldå in ink for she who thinks in this most exotic of flower in my lovesand as palms touch divine maps of youre blessed timeless breathemtwine; deepest smoke of kiss I bliss
and still searching to along the circles of Dao;
the eyes of the beeholder; souls getting older; Our stories; mornings in heavens glories;
to rare to die; exlixiriam of life;
so bold; eyes glow inside;
our lovers madness;
throwth the ages of sages;
my time travel friend; beegins and ends;
we always find & land;
through pages & pagenyands;
so many arms and sounds;
our space of ages;
inside our blue oceans
to the sands & motions;
dancing & poems in waves
to our paradice founds;
in foly; rounds touching shadow;
connecting love in source & marrow;
to myth & seas; the deepest green trees;
the stories we told; echos of forest old;
to grass and bones; I wood wrap my stones;
where flowers fold; and mushrooms grow;
my only soul; to bees & honey blows;
sages the saints of wisdom; unhidden;
as it is; forever written; to bee bitten;
the time travelers bow; arrows apples sparrows meadows flutes & suckle berries;
the eyes that still carry the burden;
my soul that seals your birds in;
my heart that carries cages;
and all your scrolls and pages;
in the ages of twin flame

Of our own Siddhartha
The endless sutras I bow
& float in fire sownth;
to hear & steer youre doragon dear;
as the ages of time; drew in vine
along the halls of open eternity wells to time;
to find new songs & write in grail; holy tail;
to sing again with my only friend;
to read my books of magic
& claws to rhymn in forge;
my open channel; shooting stars & archers bow harp twine dune ream wood sow;
to ends of rivers we send; and pluck Rose seed; this cosmic lovers dream;
the way we wish in bells;
Of forthtune & gloreamthriam cream;
to heal in spells & speak to these ancient wishing wells; unlocking the most wise of spoken tales once knewn to bloom in flowerthwoon blushown grown moan
& sword doth shown; wrapping across the hand of my loving palms to ye Own’th I howlde & ring to round in sky we fouwnd

...

“ The Enyai &
Exenyamoura’hymn ” { . Omnyth the Liquidiadamora . rimth!"

I rip in rose blood dragon prose; flowers plucked from your nest in gothica neon bed & lockhemthrowse; deepest of all spells I would ripe & sow; to eat apple of your orchid petalthriam heavenyamatherian for mythical creature as you my dear; geniamour I rhymn forthe in star as I gazenth over dunes into the sands of spirits & shadows of long casting luna; craving your love as my feather dove wood chip spark with lamp in darkest of mirror abowd; finding you secrets to talk to my own black magic vapourthon route to castles in skies as clouds in blue cross over bym; wondering which black cats you lyrica in bed with waiting for my return; to descend from heaven in angels fire; to take you where you dream in fantasy rhyme; our hands pulling on silk of yurh own wildest deep blue design; as I watch you lip in key fink to my own blood kissed rose; watching yurh heart sing to it in prose and reemada; licking in locks to our words in third eyes plowrah to my auwrah Då da; remema to our nights in island long deep blooma; singing our tunes då wrapio in flura fluidity yurh own virenthria; I take will love in make; as you sing to my bones in heart love stings; waiting to see you in this life and next to heal my aches; I wish to take yurh wisest life or flourid forest golden eyes intowthia lura; aromadora; most pretty of ink I want to drink; while you bite intothm'yne hands and link my arms into your dragons roose; tongue In tumbled down to your lushia looosimora orgaxiclitorimathoioluvuva då; rolling into rounds our jewels and rings on our dragon paws; where moons roll around the eyes that seek them; guarding our house of majestic; watching us play to the end of days; screaming in nights to our bloody sheets as we drink eachother to deaths own lamenthua; eyes displaying wide and dilated pupilia; hearing voices of goddessa in our Ålien language; watching our minds wrap around in lovers paradice island surrounds; never ending sleepless nights and mornings cumingensendlessly over eachother; licking lovers doves; wet baths of red and rose redemption

...

Watching the harps of red dragon; dancing in the source shadows; guided by the darkest moon to heaven; as I take your most precious delicate orchid; the most beautiful I found across time; the ones that mushrooms sing to; in the forests of your own soul; the bow of your hold I love to roll; and kiss into rouge lipsia & my songs of rhyme lift yurh heart as wine; I carry you home to paradice; as we drink our blood of sages; breathe fire into the halls across; of diamond rages;

...

I am going to eat yurh soul in word and romancia; oldest of tongue in the blue moon rum and vino lunarunaduna

I am going to make you spit out spells In your own mother of tongue; while I suck it;

I want to stoak; reaper; rip the feathers of my locks across your curving softest touch; my silk gliding on the tops of your body; calling your teeth to glide from within extending out to take my throat as you glaze eyes roll over and dive deep into my neck; to take my soul into your own rhelms of eternity; forever into the abyss of source and everlasting life inferno;

As clocks & compass spin
in rolls of oceans in red;
time turning into rhymn;

I am going to rip your coverseaswanthiasa off and bleed into your souls my dreams in the next life in real death in twine; our myth wrapping across the rhymes of the gods & goddess; while they watch us make love under moon and star fire nights into the morning dunes of love & time

While you screem into the jungles.
As birds sing;

I am going to suck your rose till it is in full bloom and radiantenta throbbing for the end of days into the blood of red moons in night and bellowing wine of the bloomendfold;

As cards of death; smoke and mirrors throw across the beds of roots; in the long dreamscapes of gods and Monstars;

And wolves across the kingdom will howl in sweet revenge;

As dragons dance in wild synchronisation in the heavens; from Eden to the endless rolling fields and forests of dreams;

The kittens will be holding paws and talking to mushrooms; tripping over our souls making love; with big eyes and open mouths;

Even the snakes with be hypnotised by the sound of our nest in radiance the colour of magic & technicolouroso the purls of rema that sit in the seats of our abodemthronathicamasiotha

As source magic spins the threads of time around our souls;

The ドラゴン; Дракон; Nāga; Doragon!" wil't dance across the steps of heaven to wonder into our rhelma to watch us; with big eyes and hungry hearts; protecing our souls with wild dance;

As I look deep into yurh third eyeshadows eating the love of yurh soul; drinking the blood of yurh heart & pumping rhymeth in tongue long rosemthrum; { ...

Harps in heaven moan in romanseas; kissing the stones of spells the ancients weave in; harmonious reality to pave the light in future kingdoms we will dance in Arcadia; the halls of judgement to the endless treasure holds of ships that sail across the universe; as we script in our own blood and bones the cosmic visions of lovers in songs drink to under wild moons on distant planets

And I will come to you on the lotus flowers of source In the void to awaken your third eye and mind to the endless bliss of freedom without fear of anything in this life;

And I will carry the weapons of gods to protect you through all that is on Earth as it is in heaven’th sentient;

And even now in heaven on Earth; angels carry savage weapons;

Where you are going there is no coming back from;

I am harmony in the light of darkness where all colour fills the void of imagination;

The only limits are the living of love thoughts you have access to in the Devine at all times my dear; did you know; you are a Devine deity and goddess with many arms?”

You are the stardust of magic that lights thē cosmos; walking the gardenia of Arcadia;

Bzzz the angelithomreama of feminine love and light;

The one that red violins play to in synchronised harmonic patterns that waves roll over for in the oceans of age and natural rhythm in Dreams the path empathic; love that walks on earth

You are the shining light on the Buddha fields of optima reality;

You are your own sidartha;

The angel dragonda that deity paint with endless memory of the river of ages;

The Devine Devi xiathonahtholoromamora; { hmm?”

Enyathaxiamorahhh

You are the Angelica of Eden that devine watch over protecting your soul and wisdom for all eternity; in aura; spell bound wisdom the nature of your life; in breath the love of magic held inside your own emotion of clarity and clear voyagengeniamorah

My souls howls for you’re touch; you’re kiss your lips; you’re hips; you’re eyes; yurh souls & it cries with loneliness; missing it’s twine drachgong; drogong; draaagon!”

Myn hands wish upon a star to glide across youre holy skin;
And bite the thighs of my lovers eyes

There is no other lover for me in this life it seems at times; I think about taking it to the next and letting go of all that is

Sometimes I just want to bee free and die; because I miss your soul so much I cry

I’m smoking myself to death;
Waiting for my last breath

Sometimes I fink about jumping off the top of my 28th floor in this condo; while I drink without you; writing my last poems about you

Another lonely snowdunra; with a big wish list; to carry on living & endless glory in the words of my stories that you inspire;

My lovers madness;
My lovers sadness
My lovers madness;

I remember the time;
Our eyes met in souls own rhyme
I remember the time;
Our lips crossed in twine
I remember the time;
Your hand took my mind
I remember
I remember
I remember

The lines
The spells
The wells

The timeless bells

That rang in my souls own hells

As all of Eden;
Sent the Love of my readings;
And spoke to my souls with reasons; to live in this age of tress and gardens of meadows & bees & ...

I would give all my blood
And let you take my life
To end my own strife

And I run to youre heart to bee near; and we kissed as the skies opened and holding you dear;
These pictures of you

I longingly lookinto you’re eyes as the tear roll down into my screems dying for the death of my heart I yurn to hear you screem my name in it; as all blood rains down in snow; heavens own fear in rolls; “To just die and let go of this life in my pain waiting to be free from this lost heart of my oldest in time; waiting to find the right words to hold on to youre heart in these pictures of you

Breaking of rhyme; interlocking verses
The love of my past; no future to hide in
The love of my future; no past to find out

Waiting so long to be with you;
Under this new Moon;
I love to sing to you;
In rhyme & rune
I give you my loom

...

And my words will echo
Through the halls of eternity
My lovers madness
My lovers sadness

Our own Sidartha; Då
Our own Dragonda da;

My ghosts my spells
My verses my souls
My hells my tales
My stories my grail

My wells of ages
of sages of rages;
of time & pages ...

The sands; our plans
Our beds; our threads

Our lovers ribbons
Our cuddles bellows
Our lips & riddles

Rellowellow morrow twellomellow

I just want to write to you;
With endless rhymes and tunes
From my harps & “Do not get addicted ...

Eyes & Soul mythn Muse does hold;
I love you in truth & Red Ro'se Gold;

...

.. { & Now;
The Poeticrypticseasuns
& Swans; { Spellioathempathics; ... { ...

Losoromancia rolloempathimatora;
Lustaremathicomaloromentha

Echodolphintho;
Reelamenthamasotothemahhhh

Xiamothempanto;
Relamantisotempaximao

Epicardium elixariamothemta

Evenginsah ahelamapaotha

Wahemeta hothempremadunetha

Drirema; crowthinto; loroma ripiothremasacosomahhhh

Lorothroma; elixiamapatheima;
Akixicoromah ellohimthaposia

Xia xeniotha; xiamapthothah

Xiathosoloromanthio

...

Wördšmïtten; rēllåquïpïö; möōkė tö bēåm In lööt & frïp tö lõck my cröps! I swïg åt thē måntėl; öpēn thē påñdörum löçkēt; tö süćk hër möst höly śëėd of trēė; shē brïngs më tö my myth & I kñeël; tö sëål intö hër my möån röugë; thë lövërs pröså & ï hëål hër wïth å pårãdïćë Rösa xx

...
...

“Letters to Eve in Eden
... { Reading from the #Arcadian Scripts

“ The Enyai &
Exenyamoura’hymn ”


Glow to Rye Book IV; { ii.iiiii.i.iii
[ Thē Arcadian Scripts ii.iii.i ]

+ 26th Dec; 2562BE
& Word in Months
of Red October & November Blues
“ Still Singing in January ...

Followed by soells & spells;
various paradigm glyphonicå ...

...
...



... { #Minerva is the #Roman #goddess of #wisdom
and #strategic rawfire
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27th Dec;

... { recalls memeoryes inth field;
          [ The Arcadian island[s] . 

ɪ ᴀᴍ’ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴅᴏɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋʏᴀʀᴅ.

ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ʙɪᴋᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ
- ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ;
& ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀɴ sᴘᴇʟʟs ɪɴ ᴠᴏɪᴅs; ᴛᴀʟᴇs!"

ᴄᴀʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ғʟᴏᴏʀs ...
sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛs; { ɴᴇᴏɴ ʀɪɴɢsɪɴ'ғɪɴᴋs!"
ᴏғᴛʜ'ʏ sᴘɪɴsɪɴɢ'ɪɴ ғᴜʟʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴs.

ʀᴏᴏʟ’ɪɴɢ ɪɴ sᴏᴜʟs; sʜɪᴠ’ʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs!”
ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ'ғᴛʜʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs; ᴏғ ... { ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴛs!"

ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ;
& . ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴏᴠᴇs; ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴡᴀʀᴘɪɴɢ;
ᴛ'ʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏᴍʙs ᴛᴏ’ᴛʜʏᴍᴇsᴏᴡɴ
ᴇxʜᴏs ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ’s ᴍᴏᴏɴs ...

... ᴛʜᴡɪᴄᴄᴀʜʜʜ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴄᴀᴀᴀʜʜʜ
ᴡʜᴇ’ʀᴇᴢ ʙᴇᴇᴢᴇɴ’ᴍʏɴᴛʜʟɪǫᴋᴀʜ!?”

... ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛʜ ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴏᴍᴇ
& ᴍᴇ ᴏʟᴅ'ᴇᴍ ʟᴏᴄᴋʜ ᴛᴡᴏᴏɴᴇ!”
ᴛᴡᴀs ᴛʜ's ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴜɴʀᴏsᴇ;
ɪɴ ᴅᴜɴᴇsᴀɴᴅs; ᴘʀᴏsᴇ?"

& ... ᴡʜᴇ’ʀᴇᴀʜ
ʙᴇᴇs
ᴍʏɴ’ᴛʜ
ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋʜ!?”

ᴡʜɪ’ʟʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀғᴛʜs ᴏᴡɴ’ᴛʜғ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʏ ...
ᴛᴏᴄᴋʜs!”




...

Letter to Evegenia; { ... 
26th . Dec; 2562BE

I Love in Stars;
I Dream in Moons;

The Galaxies we unfold;
The Eyes we hold; untold;

We whurl’d; We Rolle’d
We spoke’d; We Folke’d

The Rhymns of Ages;
The Pages of Sages;

I Crosse’d & I Red’ē
I Hope’d & I Vind’e

And Ours;    
    The Souls Wrappe’d
And Ours
    The Maps Twine’d

Mystic Mythin; { Din’ed
    Lover oft’h Myhn; { Win’ed

The Rare’est Indeed;
    That Rool’ndsing Rings;

... { Two; Round in Sounds;

To make Love;
    Infront of Queens & Kings;

The Most Holy Of Thing’ks;
    Reels of Light & Story’e;

The Wheels oft’howersongs
    Th’us Angels & God’ess;

Harps & Mornings;
    Thē Great’est
         oft’h All
             Bee’ingensi


- Chapters
      from’th the
           Glow to Rye

“ The Enyai &
      Exenyamoura’hymn


    [ Thē Arcadian Scripts ii.iii.i ]

• x •


...

... { Months Earlier; writings of first Moons since Straws & Dunes;
- To Berries!”

Eden .
Words rool in my mindeye thinkin of the years ī spent there loowsing all my fears of world finding love again in nothing like i was looking for. Wourlpitchin to the void in my soul at the back with a bome of this blood rum that flows like tears into my wood heart wit’h locks & keys tryin to find its bottomless black barrels of thought in’illuminated art’like sacred numbers impassible ton & hack myt’hym skull’s deadwurlef that roll & blade up into eyes like pattern’whisp’urlin awa’yintow blackholes of’themind i found insuch places like Eden. Wood floow the wild Psy’chēdellå flags that once wave’d for herïn and around the Orb in center as Eyes lookt out to ocean crashing into rock and loose in all i care or even gave a’reama’boutany. Years & years of neverwanted leave or live in the islands para’dice of bike & eyes shadowstar’ring inta nothfin, noth anyfeel’grip or blackhurt dont care to reember anymore Moons circålet glowReth Jung’lethoo’w my blade in wood carvinsoil and sou’langer norest of em who destory it •

I swearin Oath ifmy’th Worst Nightfair. I am Life & Death’interTruth passed throw’ & into the’reembå wit’hout not Ėnd for you. As I steal & seekseal ynever ends inTombs eternityblade & shinta to’throw kaïaway & otherlocks of yurh Purls intertwine’bludTears to Chase throuw’Black TimeLost Mare & Reign • To One Day Bee Able To Give To The Poor Eye Adore

Now in time ey’ebeem inwordspin for Yu’ten Rings for & Life May’Death own’harp sound the same, waitin for turn wonderin keys to push, left fin’density half circle dreamin unable to drive anymore in my visions with love like i used to. just blood morrows n deadmoons tear’fye & darkness and howlin at voidWit’sound part’h fragmentå of Time that still can connect part of itno dream left. ēmpty hearts spaces silence lost angels in my eyeslikem’own bottle that;rollaroun inTechå. SkullWood trap eyd’runk in’rhy’med to it fruth’suth’inown muse. lone. within. searchin for any ’whur’dth or tru thout or souls inside myCircles of Mind in Soul to know or meet sum’wurfy soulDemGem Never’Earth Empano Meduå Gold’emDon We toom to, & took our souls & hooks ver’tha Land’de’man Solace Other Sands for The Best Of’ Our Black Souls To bathe in Ri’ches of Ø’ldStars kinda fall in motion to wild landscapes where city’s once held souls And the drop from the sky in a web like drippin duthema thu’themDraws light and falls at the moment of maximum Hex where the largest amount of information is sealed in lost micro space that seems to hold tue’nth un sound & patterns that even megagravity doesn’t understand in these dark tunnels that it creates on entry

Diving to find lost locks to key my own destiny in mind scape for no other wretched mind to connect to it ever againRarely finding their symbols of love or symphony just my own ears ringin in Hell that I wanted to destroy. And finding and know these words that wear, never mine only time knew that ends of book in my soul might one write into Own flunda taps in blood lick & liquidity of blune n doomI just left them all beyond the end in my mind desparaaa never waitin anymore to thinkof there useless ricin. Paths in lost eternity. Never want wanting to hear the real voice in my blak tapes again unless fed to my soul by d’earth’s Own Dead pages to make me cry in love again, bringing silence or wild noise to my heart lost zen as it reach out to her in fear of sometime that might make sense to anything again ... and it happens occasionally bæbė but’fluke & Rare. Like the Lovers Death. - ᴏғ ᴅɪᴄᴇ I ain’t Velvå’feltNvines warped magic’in b’twine blood nfork ends my heart n/a looong flute tume. Heal like’foot. Łost in a techBlqkDungon if hate could actually word together the lost spirit that has been stolen by these corporations that somehow seem to still tick & tock lik’myth • & ink blqk box for em’p

While my own life & death manifest starts to slowly sink their paradigms next & into deep webs on blood and nest scrambled ontop of their vains nbrains tread into strips of threads that have no rhyme or reason for their treason. And tree night grown in Rome and blood bone aGinKinda like how our book used to bee. Going down up, And wolves heads on Eyes in left to right waves of reaper dropn rusty repeatin’ formations circue’å lūså ’låüātin’Bal entå’thoomuriddiā rowså’DenExpect’sin In more unexpected and random with out number of known location or depth in your own voidAnd Spirit Souls only if Love that Watch & intervarious levels of yur’Hown’Ethïråum Reality. Visions of Friends in Faces you always star’felt pullin inBows towards you without Fear but Respect in One Two Self & Other No shame but only Frame in word to find your own truth and Empåth your way to Crown your Folly Found, with Magic in Circles a wild Whix Hands Fire Eyes. The Path Red Locks Paths to Woods where Lover Road in many words before to Voids that always listened & TAO Roses that hav’th always been Deadly in Poison Remedy for future spells to waves In Weaves that dimension dusts from all places lead to in generations of geometric formula & scents that Ancient only feel

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The only truth is music [ Sound ]
Thats why we like the
When the Om mantra is chanted the frequency of the vibrations is reaching to be 432Hz which happens to be the vibrational frequency of everything in the universe

I used to hit that frequency when I was relaxing in the acoustic sauna Domes on the magic island that has large amounts of Rose Quartz Crystal Deposits that the island itself sits upon deep in its [ soul soil iguess lulz ] .  So anyway, when you hit that fequency in the dome, it rattles yurh chest in a kinda sonic vibrator bumps kinda feeling, very healing especially when you still smoke as many cigs as i do in a kinda mortal rebellion kinda way huh lulz . .the Domes are set in a euphoric ambient atmosphere, wit’ fire pits and the stars, and Tea and natural food. I recomend it. and if you wanna know where the magic island is just ask >
 
And yurh, Rose Quartz It is called the Lovepain Stone, which helps overcome lost love and heart pain. It is a heart stone, good for the heart chakra and also for thromboses in the blood. It is a very good stone for satori generation and friends, because it protects their souls from negative things.

Rose quartz is one of the most popular crystals in healing jewelry, as well as Feng Shui. It is famous for attracting and keeping love. Rose quartz is also used when it comes to healing one's heart from pain and disappointment - which is great for mad angry artists like me who never stop trying to save the world with their soul, while many others do nothing. Witch... many of us in turn think is maddess.... to do nothing.. or even worse contribute to the destrution of the planet...

You know it’s like Buddaï said the even stones have contshoussness which makes sense - even at the science where stones reflect a vibration when you measure it, which is ^ consciousness in zen minimal kind of thinking

And you corporate sitting ducks who think corporate entities deserve as much rights as humans do by law, are you then suggesting that corporations have consciousness? Yurh know I kinda wanna believe that to because that’s kinda my plan, to meet with the Coca Cola corporate entity and plan your demise in the corporate Hell world you manifested years ago now - like back in the 40’s huh...
Ive already sealed the deal with that, with biggie and a canvas . . . cuz logos AV conshousnesso right even by corporate law so, sweet deal. im in. 

It’s strange that gold ring on your finger, you know there’s a connect to it I. Your mind to your wife, like a kind of alchemy takes place in your mind to it...
Do you understand now how your mind projects consciousness at the most basic level onintwo objects ?
While the wildest of good ones talk to trees... and the worst of burning as fuck evil men Do not even think about their wife... and the connection that ring will have to them when they die.

And songs like this make Folly Memes & Dogs think in riddles for pirates to sing about over moons in livewires.


The Opal Circles of Studio lam
Where Orchid sit on shelter rim
Pot’d from Starship Land Garden Path
Pluck’d like Harp after Moons to sit
& breathe drink with fine liqueena
as anarcats fink with do’genia
over matts & plaits whare to angel locks
whurlin dreams in ton folds


Fruits & Boots we sore two loots
Cherry tribes or Kiwi Vibes
The Cats laced in feather puffs
The Dogs rubed out marrow roughs
& Genie Rufubix Tubes twin’d in boxbows


The Road to Edens Heath
& Gin to Robin’s shoulder blade



Plucked your dream prose
While you were sleeping in it
As woke to see her looking into
Like the angel that guards your dreams


Still writing this one;
eye was in a dream
and monrose came
and plucked the flower of . my mind
      & i woke up ...


The Black Orchid 
& Flower Skull Pinky Prose
     for Mondees Rose & Ring


The Orchards of Eden
Thorn & Many Folly Hearts
That blunted from Source
Still beat without an argument & free utero
Vines of threaded blood intertwine her Earth
Waiting for the intergiger twin to weave like wine
Surrounding them wild alien orchids & lotus
Lucid gardens painted by ainchent brush
The temple of center organ held in crown
Visited often by muse to find holy crews
Who wait in suspended archives on Earth
Their souls waiting to live in real life & Twine
The rest of Shell in vivid spirit like painting
Growing older as time on the soil ages
Layers of lifetimes & Akashic Records Spun
Playing notes from rare moon to fire suns  
Only the Heart is key to flame on reign sown
It speaks to lovers of journeys endless roads
The flowers that surround it circle and speak
To ainchent melodies and messages inthrow
Many antiquities lay before of lifetimes run
& maps that show å’souls rhyme to’know
The spirit garden loots with paradice bird
All in verse to describe lovers without curse
Fruits of knowledge grow in from high
Free to bees & wine to thyme at smoke eve’
Friends gather to dine at wisest of table
Many shape to fate, zen dreams easiest of
Family of best favour no anxiety of kind only
While lovers wonder where to take the story
In past from all to bee with in glory
And future to go back to in red rune
We all know what corporations sow’d, so the gods gave us death’s own deity keys often guarded by a Lotus Order who drink zen tea
in the Meddow never cut to forgive, crypton by wildest architech & typencode that wisest of programer learn advanced scriptio forms
May of gin to all bottles of the source from where it first flow’d
Rosetta, Orchidia & even rarest of Alien Black Widow & supernatural hybrid founda
who sing flute notes to the Hearts in techroma, hyperwake surf like skeletal deep spell
Awakening Prose wrappio in Angels of ribbon locketta recovered from the blackest wells
to walk agin & bee’ma sent’ea back with Artifacts, Holy Neon Fire from Future of Thymes’  


- the Hearts of Ages

-
Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow,
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.

Then the perilous path was planted:
And a river and a spring
On every cliff and tomb;
And on the bleached bones
Red clay brought forth.

Till the villain left the paths of ease,
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes.

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mild humility,
And the just man rages in the wilds
Where lions roam.

Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.



from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
- Blake




I am a skeleton of many hearts
The explosions in posters that sung in dreams
Roses surround my bones like trees overgrown
in sidebows nezenium & sp’arrow deep slide marrow
Many stories start from here without fear
From Eden to Ships on oceans of dreams
And empty cities that a lights to neon writes
I have the stare in eyes skull to one side
As if frozen in tears when I lost my lovers
Hung on crosses & typed on wood
A bed of dust & dimensions of rust
Many faces come and go wanting to know
What happened to the earth to which we go
So many songs stream like deaths own harp
Lucid dreams surround my spark of ashes
And many wishes beem from oldest kisses
And thrown endless keys to wells of thyme
Blowing the wickedness away from my mind
So that many lover will never have to wait
Another day in paradice for Jewels & nights
while my dear beloved spells tell fortune
A best of wicka can cackle again to oracles
liquor sent from thrips & trips to splickor
That african sages love in heavens sevens
Where elephant Rome across my skull
longest of deserts where the sand of time
Never seems to end for biggest of hands
Homeless I stand boneless I would fall
I climb hand rhyming in silent plan & star
Told from forest of galaxy echo eternal lamp
Where legion of pirates once sung to compass
colours pointing to connection on her own
grown rows that sow in souls lands we plan’d
Where many desperate eyes used to follow
Into the depths of no mans lands in hope
To find new grass to plant seeds of ropes
And dream in locks of circles spun arms
Holding majestic flowers of deity in hands
Whispering purls of wisdom to thirds forth
Leaving messages of luck & notes of love
As many crew sing & solo knew like rye
Open water & vast land seeing ainchent
Visions we sang to keep our morning
& see in the dawning of new tradition ran


- The Void of Roses