Thyme & Rivers

Deep inside the mind there are rhymns that no third eye ever heard; the spells of gods & angels; deities who breathe in tales; the floors of oceans wells; the skies of heavens stars; the lands of ethereal plans

The Sands

- from The Satori Black Op Verses ii



Bee here
Here bee

By the river
River the by
Side of friends
Friends of side

Words the’y left, many
Many left, the’y words
Wondering down, to sea
Sea to down, wondering
Plucking, notes in flutes
Flutes in notes, plucking

Listen to songs the sun’g
Sun’g the songs to listen
Writing the notes in future
Future in notes the writing
Protecting thy past in verse
Verse in past thy protecting
Words like alchemy creating
Creating alchemy like words

They float over & down thy river
River thy down & over float they
Wit’h scrolls sealed in information
Information in sealed scrolls wit’h
Magic the dust inside & wood seal
Seal wood & inside dust the magic
Smoke inside Crystal shipped lamp
Lamp shipped crystal inside smoke
Oldest of known fellows never broke
Broke never fellows known of oldest

Most sacred of geometry shapes above
Above shapes geometry of sacred most
Alien language most well known script
Script known well most language alien
Hyperlinkin tombs that sing to eachother
Eachother to sing that tombs hyperlinkin
Connecting dots for even smallest of planet
Planet of smallest even for dots connecting
Black brush Ink of deepest colour in Time
Time in colour deepest of ink black brush
Rhymes the river in twine multicoloured vine
Vine multicoloured twine in river the rhymes

- The Elephant Painter
   Now & Won’e

   &  7 Letters
         from my Dog 

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʙᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛʀᴇᴇ & ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ɢʀᴇᴡ
ᴀs ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ
sᴘɪᴛ’ɪɴ s’ᴘᴜɴs ɪɴ ʀᴇ’ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ʟɪᴋ’ᴇ ᴀ ʙʟᴇss’ᴇᴅ ᴄ ᴜʀs

¢σσℓ нυн
. . .

Sunday 13th Oct 2562BE

- Hunter's Moon -
in Aries, along with Eris

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖞, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖟𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈, 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.
𝖂𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊, 𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞. 𝕺𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊.



With all my love~


When I admire the wonders of a sunset
or the beauty of the moon,
my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Mahatma Gandhi


Once arrived to like myth to dream vision
Bansuri from neon paradigm past recoils
As if Kali’s own Genie Maiden crafted techa
Woven in Alien Ribbions & Threading Bows
Guiding Labúrintho khopadees with Magic
Blood flowing down through deep vines
grooves mixsin ancient sand that was alive 
consciously rollin throw & unfolding bliss 
the once unpassable routes through ages
Redeye’d raths clear for Holy Bike to run
& round the Red Rivers Edge new flora
& the high grade Blades of  low Grass
well deep unlockin spells of Earth Waves
The rolls in summer Galil’yo black Raiders
the Ocean Fin & Lee of runes for gypsy Fawk

The Stars & Sun interthirds Wild Harmonies
Anarcho Keys Playing in perfect Syncronicity
Healing Time with Sound in Sacred Notes
Patterns that linked back lost Tao Narratives
As if the DNA of Magic Was Remembering
The Seasons of Time in Vivid Colour Palettes
Hyperlines in the Akashic records glow in 
Reconnecting Lost Souls Navigating Life
& illuminating Landscapes Once In shaddow
Many agin Heart reconnected as Death pluked
various Aphrodisia and presented turned pages
oldest Source Codes in Thoths books techpsyscribe
fire heart doors in lovers hypersleep awakened  
For Peace was activated again Finding Unity
Within The Once Dark Voids of Gaias own Caduceus
resolving like remedy

The Antidote found to the posion’d body of soil that corporate entities & evil men on Earth at the time had manifested on their own watches and which had almost reached endgame within her as she lay dying & their eyes watching without any compassion or empathy through the ages of human souls who warned them and protested against it. Yet the corporate entities with no soul no heart no morals and evil men as slaves of their own fate defended their evil only to be judged in the ends of books by the invisibles & heavens committees who had witnessed all. And the old lies spun in manifest of evil men and their corporate entities vanished without a trace as we sent them all to hell.
Revenge of the Akashic Records & Lords of Time [ 27092562 ]

Once dead clocks now span in reverse uncursed & inside lost compass found unweaving tranquity unfolding & whurled into magnetic holes threading into source pulling agin paradigms open and wild purls reflecting off in alien codes reeming into all dimentions hieroglyphona direction maps appearing that only psyessa could translate into programs for the best of genie anon minds to wonder in beaute and adventures into new gates as if सिद्धार्थ गौतम was painting agin 漫画 myths & legends for all to enjoy in liberation through seeing during listening

Natural Magic at all levels healed & Kunalini Snakes of Earths own spine in base were now able to uncoil freely as many arms Rising in spiral motion paradigms with divine energy infinite in Beautiful Interloop Waves like poi dancers from Guanyin own circles of astro cosmological technodramas & traditional display patterns that form higher dimensional frequency emotions visually represented often as spectrums passing through Wisest of Old Alien Oracle Orbs in Balence floating round many Goddess of Mercy

All of Venus watched in circles the glass
with Aphrodite in Eden Techno Dreaming
Oldest of Pagan Nature Deities Danced
In Rhy’meridian Rthemicasa Mythicmatha
Wild prodigimeom in blissful Pardice
Riddles in Eve’s Darkest of Birds swung tales
Feathers in multicurled arch display
Wondering into undiscovered jungles 

- The Flute & मङ्गल Syncronica
          [ 27th September 2076 पञ्चाङ्ग ]


कदाचित् कालिन्दी तट विपिन सङ्गीत तरलो
मुदाभीरी नारी वदन कमला स्वाद मधुपः
रमा शम्भु ब्रह्मामरपति गणेशार्चित पदो
जगन्नाथः स्वामी नयन पथ गामी भवतु मे ॥१॥

Who sometimes fervently plays His flute on the banks of the Yamuna river in Sri Vrindavana, who is like a bumblebee that blissfully tastes the lotus faces of the Vraja-gopis, and whose feet are worshipped by great personalities such as Laksmi, Shiva, Brahma, Indra, and Ganesha -- may that Sri Jagannatha-deva be the object of my vision.

श्री जगन्नाथाष्टकम्
Śrī Jagannāthāṣṭakam


Even Ryne, the most rare of types, Rufus Rufio Indus Raffael to Arcturian Dreams had once a Rose weaved in black tales to the lost trails in Nirvana cleft in bee rhymes sacred light above the bend in arrows from Orions reign in spells for Future rings & patterns in reema to the skies in the gardens of many Edens round we would walk to be in the presence of unseen flowers of thyme, the ones that most extraordinary deities hold in palms. 

Our nights would echo so long looking into the eyes of loving ghosts who only wrapped in tears the rools of thout’s own threads of the Tech Thieves lost Flowers the sto’lenta booties we were seven heaven ago sent to find in thymes own memories agin, like wolves we hunted, even Rome would cry letters in Alien code back home abeaut it from the wildest ships in their circles of Oceans, and many freebooter always asking and watching from the decks of cards and black box thoughtys the news of time travelers flowers recovered for the blackest of angels to breathe reel & ocean sunny days 

Luna. Loopda!da Sonic Floota! Ra rah!     ᴘᴏᴡ!
Moon; Loom; silent song once told me blackheart whispers in blood this full dune, to lapa we rum to many safe bode & luck in bold rune rippa sow’d , her boots were of type a’tyres the longest cut and interlaced with string of flower from such as above with love locked in her meth of gold & silver braclets rellaquin’d in her crown of circle plantintha turned thorns with rasp & berry edges that touch the far reaches of gaian consciousness in deity mind from thyme to rhyme in binds forever to weave in many tombs of our glorious laughter for the spells that we might tell for the generations to follow rollorellum borrow even from the burrows of own imagination and from indus we watched rivers roll on with magic code the sentients writings in techacrow! squark! for example they would craft their poems in historical syntax syncrown letta’rings for good effect in uploads & more acturate vivid creativity for meme experiences to share with the community of like minded folks, many yogi of old found it most fascinating dear!   trippy hippy!” as if Art was fink’inking as word from high dimentions floated down the pages like raffio holy dancefloor feathers dancing in rhythm like psychedelica samba with the meme junglist matrix from the tree of life; where even the morning dunes wonder wild verse in om patterns of sounds in runes deep in siliquiem thumper thumbles to rumbles in the jungles of amazon floors to the roof tops of rarest wild cat roars in ready to blood moon victory for paradigms to sing like wise wine for molly hex & lion drag races to gangstar dens where neon gods would name in mo’rings their livid lovers plucks & fuzzi bucks like holographica nest in zest - CypherPsyPurlica RosarioLinta Nitro Luna Orchidia Bluninthiom Oracleapifera . . .  

It was a past time of many Sonica Dreadlocks with vast lineal descent from ancestor; ancestry & wild pedigree from higher plants in roots of existance cosmic gatherings were common place.

And while many sun & moon ran rungs & ringsto drive in verse to spellas of wheels turlin at hyperspellicaspeedium

of wheels { Deity maps for meme warriors on the field;  

hyperspellicaspeedium { Genie Amanuensis loyally write for the field; receive dictation from the Ascended Masters. Kali Genie write aboot all of Kali’s journey, Spells, Dreams, etc; note down observations & events that link to various planets in all The Lady of Darkness Quests across the cosmos ... 
                           in Actual at 12+ Dimensional Diamond sutra vapour velocity

I find it helps to use genie scale of vapour when getting ones head around this concept of macro to micro; Earth is like a tiny holy rock in one of Kali’s rings.
“Dear Lord ... how to describe in a mad hatters kaleidoscope rhymn ... hmmm ...


Words that retraced steps in the vision minds eye of lost black flour tape to many a monRose black violin while turning in tune to wild spells in Arcturian Hypercross Bows to understand better the shapes that formed new rare languages in prose own formulas for deep connection in heart without mind but within best of beat and thyme sent & memories like perfect experimental aroma to breathe again into old soul without fear in faith another life to bee & gins lovembers in union aloma, as if all spells had created another world for which we could rhyme in other destinies bellona hungry to live another round in the deepest of abyss trences on the field on meme memoires of fawks & vision grid theorion whips in closest eyes of circles and friends who unlocked our hearts with deaths own magic set of cosmic ring ding dongs to carry on weaving the mindseyes in jewels tho center of interestalocalowkey interprettiem and venture vengence of cherry dips into choco lips for licks wrote in paths for wraps in tickle yap yapzen to yakuza hens & for other pirates in the ships their own vows in tow wild trinkets of akiras own bikes collected by Robin on routes fhrows in loops & velvet makkies for clappies the best of keys for blessed thieves interlaces with heros own flutes and royal wood circles for the cards & zoot suits to chop & change like ribby time to the hottesta - of dames sung from Reliqulliodruna and hollyama moonithricasam

- The Legendeliriom Armáda
      of The Legion Black Rosa

- Adventures from the Book of Rosario
        [ Barranquilla to Belém ]
            & The São Luís Jaṭā Quartet

The Locks of High Dice Birds
& Turns of Violin Voodoo Domino 
The African Tao & Amen Verbalsa  
Small Notes in 5Dh & Kai Tuning Forks

& The Alien Cryptograph Keymakers

- The Flowers from the River
      that Thyme of  Deity Planettad

- The Anarcho Arcturio Nytro Verses
     & The Arcadian Spider Poems

Various Sentence + 
Original Pirate Tracks
& Neon Ocean Trails Lifted
by Thoth’s Own Gypsy Genies

Pratiṣṭhā प्राण 
Chief Poundmaker

With Praise & Thanks
I trip & rubble your corporate imagination of bodiless walls and entities to break into and enter like a rabbit into a wild vortex jump and clippa drag dippa the big over and moon to yonder pinda ponda

slowmotion like black underworld old Monrosa paradivision cell flicker where the greatfull dead future film folk in measure the grade & style of genie jump in Paradigm bling ring dong dangle 

They rum & tounge Sealing door to lost corpo souls who rang in their own dome to bone their own dead dogs bones, we burned their throw’ns into black crows net, and nested many time their lost words of cap i talic glorn to tear rip shredda, robotic intheir quibba rattle on a demon devinon tockle tapple of reppadilla for our drillas to screw back into wood clocks of Deaths own L'Antiquité.    “ Have you met the lover griny beefowhhh?!

We would even screen many a genie dog rolling down the spirals in Akiras own fortune singing merry dangs of tin and tong its all gone! said one in long tuna, the messenger he was rhymini to in Folk Japan slang to wonder in his own vision ying yang bang, the weapon he shot from his hip from the transformator he was dryvine along side, but wet like his back seat from the wild mangos & lassi he was accompanixened with in spellica dread nets, they were tipsy on Beer & Sheba from Anubusa’s on holy vintage range many clover had sung for in the fields of settler limerickeys to fink & dinki looki blunt ramped 10 ton Mantis the hatter’s own visions had seen fight with on many a Jurrasic Epic for the Lovers of Spinarellaca who do the tudor swing in lime dime rhyme to meme dream sleeper & other true to lovine & madbellissca on the house tone to y’rown spouse epics like blythe to dine sim threepio & clime to moon reem keeper & five to wine fawk bleepa & hymn to sin meme reaper & nine to bine clock deeper neat’er ET ... to the Sea he would say as many politician walked the big & easy plank & into the tank of the girl with tattoos and many pirate purls, we drove to whirly gigs & hippy digs with Gonzo & the gangs of star and thang, oft’in tens the missionary style of prose in drowsy Zen browsasamondurumalama pluckin the Harp & Rune in chime with Kalle & Shrye

In No Particular order yet ...

- The Ringfences & Walls
      Lost in Nanaromonduna
        & The Romanianthems Vendella
      Songs to Banks in Blue Note Skull Crush

- The Righteous Revenge of Ratón 
       On Mary Magdalene St.
& the Blackest Riddler On Blakey Avenue
The Cosmic Intel Anarcʜᴏɴᴅᴀ

& Alice on The Great Wall of Taurus
250,000 Legions Over The Seas

A Fox  inⒶ Fools Hood Sat Upsun Rose
Crescent Hanging Moons She Spun ages
The Eternity into Spider Monkey Eyezen
All th’em evil bridges we burned down
Dangerous Neon Alien Jungles Sent
Neck’d Wild Codes unScripted < /a >
to Righteous Plunder the Heavens!
Wolves Running Circles Rounds 
Leaving Thread Prints Pounds
Day Beem & Nights Dreams
In Open Water their Evil
The World We Knew
Gaian Crew


- Letters to Robin
& The Many Arms Of Kali 

There is a Beat & Brella Rooli
& Folly Heart Seat Drip Trips
That Shiva Loops Leaps Treats 
In Visions Own Rhyme Chime
Love She Sings Along Ranks
Breathing Signs In Time Wine
& Hippy Army Drums Sound
with Earth Blue & Holy Fire Tire
Many Arms & Dreadlock Rings
The Most Of Two All Things

It is found in The Oldest & Wise
of Ain’chenta Orchid Verb Vines
the BlackWells Holy Hindu Times 
Spells & Wild Sacred Table Trails 

Of Folk & Folly Masks
Harp Shapetha Forks
Darta & Taliella Reigns
That BloodFlow Fifthee
Throws Own Bones Sow
From Moons In Blooms 
To Dead Flower Tracks 

The Natural Beat Echo Barrels 
It Tips Hats & Drops To Woods
Like the Sands Clime Revolver
Once Known But Waves Dream 
To Never Have Kissed or Hear

The Black Lunå Accordion
Singin with Flame Steer
Pulling The Lupå Shintō
Ōkami Honshū Hikō
Into Astrial Planes

- Time To Rhyme Hymn Dreamer
    Akashic Records
         In November

         & Tudor Neon 神道
          for Blue Moons Over Tokyo

The Wild In Verses
Suns say are Stars
Holding Alien Cards
Palms Full of Sand

Ink’d in the Wells O’Bells Foretell
Quillin’ Black Flames in Old Wood
Circles made & more Crushed Hoods
Theye’ must Bee. Last Ashes Folly!

Of Fire From Souls & Kerplank Landings
While The Beats & Teas Hats Pluck’d 
The Kind Feathers from & Here’s To!
the Other Planets & Wildest Dunes

& Our Gypsydogs Sung Song a’Rung 
As Perfection Runed & Reality Sums
Writing Love & Lost Paradigm Bottles
Sent on Seas throw Blinds Wrapped
As Source Opened Above Techno Dove
Super Spiral Warps & Forming Skys

- The Blessing from May
       & Rufus Eyes [ His Own Ship ]

There is a Journey in Neon Dreams
Where Meme Means Spiritual Themes
Myth & Vision Stars, With A Zen Hat
Large & Round Sits like Eyes & Sand
As If in the Eternity Glass Without Time
Whurling King Affinity & Tao Balance
And best of mortals enjoy the combat
As Hearts Start to Rumble the Sands
Words Ring Romeino Dino Domino
Stages Lines & Waves Ocean Half-Life
But No One Reems To Panic, It’s Strange
And The Dice BeeGin Two Line Up Solos
The others Mystical Objects A Ringun Spun
On Circles Woods & Mythics Black Hoods
Domino Rumino Trobello Neon Shellas
Meme Eyes & Loowkie Sounds Proul
No Fear Only Smiles & All Round 
Long Moon Curved Destiny Blade
As all souls meet to find the keep
And Magic Leaps into Motion

- Sami Samo Sumo -
Game of Dynasty

{ & letters two Easy }

World like Win
Spin in Drew
Dreamed in New
Feared like Few
Love to many Crew
Turned on Pennies
Spirals from Smiles

Opals Loo’kd
In those Sonic Loops
We Brought Back the Maps
That Black Caps & Taps
Knew were our slim silk traps
Rolled from ages in bold & g’old
Told from oldest of wise man & s’old!
We knew the best was yet to bee
So we followed all the folks to g’al & g’ee
Saves, our remains & remedies
Sailed to fair & far away lands to see free
Remembered all the dogs & their plans
Never let a mad man dance & Folly swam
Wham bam here’s my train & tram
And Sam got many a Rose for Dee & Lies
The Spies never knew so only good grew
Trees in Heaven seeded stars new weed did
Bluke, Root & The Toots Warn’in Black Suits
We Had Many Arms & Loots. Shots & Shoots
We Romed, To Napoli & Paris, Tokyo Ch’Alice
Watched the Long Old Day In War Time
Sometimes Lost All Our Rhymes From Two
And Sounded more & seven levels no 711’s
Many lost souls in there, Found like notes
And paper planes do go there, Zoo.

A’way back to the Satori Story
And Red Suns, The Morning Glories
The Ones Who Sore The Future
As We Remembered Their NuCarZen’Sheep
We Went Around With Black Gats & Bones
Lowe Bro, Steal The Low & Key His Crow
Okie Dokie We Cleft & Broke In
To Entries!

Many A Prodigy Spooke Of’t LowBees
We all know what’s a Pookie, Hookie Mookie
Don’t get smart with a No Brainer You Me
Playing Games They Were Like The Bishop
Who Had Five Fingers & Liked To Count two
And That’s why we whirled in Wood Circles
There was no risk involved & Never A Fish
But That’s why Pirates always played it
Hunting in Ever Clever Grand Panda Land
And Rings Side, Whichever held the kite
For Luck & Wild a Random Sight Held Tight
Many Deals Were Spun for Fun & Looms
Many Gongs & Drums lucid thumbs sunk
The Wildest of Rooms Houses of Champions
Old Sailors, with classic chaps & beer matts
The Scary Monks, With Keys for Thieves
Wizards & Witches With Magic Switches
Harry’s Lamp Gas & Army of Tramp Matches
Easy With Stitches From His Itches, Sparky!

And Cards With Faces Of Eyes Gold Foretold
Good News From The Bloody Mews Jewels
Another Hero Roses In Rise Prose Prise
For Morrows Sorrows To End An Gon AGin
To Another Round of Sound Blood Audio
Even Spells from Shapiro’s Pen Might’agin
Any many signs sort in the deck to find send
Shuffles & Feathers For Lowkie Nellas

Back to the game at hand & one round band
Hustled, Buzzled & Many Gezas Puzzled
The Bees Were Flappin Flippin at Kittens
Folly & Crows Straightend Their Old Bows
Songs From Aintchent Wells Sung Spells
To Tell Them Wild Tales About Lost Hells
So We Knew That Heaven Had Saved Plenty

- Poems Thinking in Numbers
  [ & Verses from the Random Riddles of The Genie Archives ]

Magic Once Knew
How Feathers Drew

The Masters Called Them _____
They Looked Like Lucid Waves
So They Were Always Saved
To Pirates They Wrote
In many ways never like slaves
So they could soothe the brave

They keept the wild spirits rested
So their apprentices would be tested
And made, like Art another way to start

- My Teachers Scribble

Lucky Star
I Sing To You
From Far

Silver Senses Mercury
Thyme For Lovers To Venus
And You From On Earth
Rhyme Signs From Mars
Spells Wild Tales Be Jupiter
Orbital Ring Wing Saturn
Flame To Same Uranus
Notes Sailed To Neptune
Plato Links True Pluto

Cards To Hearts
Limes For Dreamers
Magic Once Knew
How Feathers Drew
Here’s Another Ruin
Lucid Glory Stories
Blue Dunes & Dips
Neon Smoke Rings
Loops & Flute Kisses

Flips & Tips, Trips?

- The Pirates Muse System
      Wishing In Solar Folly Echos
& Heavens Sent Many

The Wildest things
Themes For Ribbons
That Thyme their own Bow
And Wood That Locks In Space
Sent Because they are chased

And The Traffic Travels In Paradigms
It Rounds & Seals Thro’wn Paradice
Cleft in Dice & Thrive for Holy Stars
Rolls in Dunes for Roman Moons
While Paris Riddles In Skips & Heals

When We Were At Best
I Danced In Floats To Lamp
Witch’t My lovers’ Deep Quilted
Where he blows tomb in Sonic Rings
While We Folk In Wild Stars Of Dreams
So he could make sense of it in as to do
Catching Synchronised Ålien Codes
And we both go for a spin round In Roses
He picks me up like my ems for Reema
That seem to float round his ears looped
Tears With His Gold & Purl Clinks’
The Oldest Of Travels We Took & Hooks
While I wrote pages to his destiny books
Spelled in finest of Inks by Tao Warriors
To keep all the links from the past future
The Locks To Keep Future from past
For Lovers in Deep Sleep To One Day
See their Crystals & Bows In Birda Tree
Singing about Snow & Sun Masters Fun
We Were Like Stars Fly’n The Ganges
Holy Rebels On The Run & Barrels
Throuw Red Neon Smoke Sparrows

Harp on thy Fallen Arrows No Shaddows
Plucked from the centres of Heaven
And swung from the theatres of Planets
Ripping through the solders of giants
To Air and Fold Found, another message
Up Crown Jewels Bound Wrapped In String
The Finest Of Scrolls To Hold Like Weapon
Mystical Notes Sounded From Dust In Trust
As it knew where to Bee unrolled foretold
Even Wands Knew Who It Had Druid News
Endless it was,

- The Hindu Rhymes To Zen Angels
       & Angelo’s Genie Love Locks

I Once Swoop’d Like Bird & Wild Eyes
Caught In Sight, Slow Motion Records
Shiva Shooting His Holy Arrows Of Sound
As if to myth’n Own Lovers & Sparrows
It was like he shot from my heart clicks
Pulled from the fabric -:• Of Magic & Art
And aimed in his own psymind’s eye sign
For the lords & ladies who find rhymes
To seal some new passages in time

The Sparrows Craft Arrows From Marrows
Locking From Within Their Own Feathers
Twirling in Threads Golden Beds
Tomorrow’s Either & Lucky Meth
The Hunters Death For Lovers Breath

It Happens More These Days
And His Lover’s Watch
Ticks & Tocks
Like Bones

- Lovers Colliding In Pairs
     & The Anarcho Dice Verses
             [ • • + • • ] | [ = • = ]

& 68’ In Liquid Lune

Gorgeous August Past 
Rhymes Like Our Numbers
Rolling in Wild Rose Mead’oww
Where I dream to you in curls
Your locks of Hair I like to fair
In tales like Eyes always wish’t
To see round in your circles luck
In Threaded Bows Interlaced
Twine For Folly To Dine & Thyme
Ribbons of Holy Words We Spoke
Those Lovely Rhythms In Folklure
Assuring, Cu’ring, F’ink & Kin’
Rolling Around In GrassEyeLand
Huggin & Kissin like Lovers Sand
Always In Love,
No matter
No plans

Just Dreams & Escape
So Stars Can Watch
In Far Away & Land

- The Oceans In Woods
       Letters & Two

& Dreams in Jo’s Eyes III 

Thurs 14th Novembar 2562; 

Rounds abeauts in rum and dippa my fluffy whisper; wuhdowt thyluvrs loks of May sing today; is there much more to say; to bowt and time rim to eye; yurh most glowin of source; and gleent colours of wildest cries; such precious lips; flowin over my own souls rhymes; I fink in yurh ripe; I type in yurh note; and drip yurh blades over my mind of church & organ; I sea the waves; curls; flowers in yurh hair bloom & blaze in our own specials we crave; my fire in heaven; yurh clouds in oceans; of timeless memories; jewels in center to dream in haze; finding our sands; held by hands of one; our own sidartha; another sutra; singing of flute; of yoot and tea; your bring me to my knees; and lap at source; our own force; towards the eyes of thumbles; thimbles to yurh windmills; and breathe again; your with a friend; who loves and holds yurh dear may; my wish you stay; till end of day; come what rain or day in; I stroke kittens; and think of yurh mittens; in snow as a red robins bow; lucking on bones; thinking of roses & crows; too much for sum fokes; but I dream in bowts; and fink like a mouse; no traps fur yurh haps; just kisses and maps; to souls who link as one; evens & rum; here’s my thumb; and I touch yr lips; because I love you;

Thurs 14th Novembar 2562;

Open endings the threads of all bee & Gina gin grins; I wrappio; ruffillo rudamentra suit of golden; smoke & mirror to seas; to hear in shadow yurh own reflection of soul in folly; rounds folden rhythems; Empath of ages; talks tombs in you as sages wood; touch and rowl; finks as bird in yurh own luck in third; to know my bow; and then rhyme to your deepest knowing; as my chocolate rolls in minds; we drink the vine; on earth as it is in lovers sevens; giving you my red; eating yurh locks in threads; walking across the sand in dune; plucking the hearts of moons

Lost in the vows of my own invisible army; that follow me where I Rome; singing to my own bowns; waiting for lovers kiss in paradice oasis; sealing my thoughts; reeling my actions;
To satisfy my soul; I often; roll in bouwt; blunt; fump; rump; monkey & rabbit; like thumper drummer in Eden;

our Eden Garden; to Arcadia; on the mythical jointed hand that crosses across the stars in holy painting; touching the void in source as nature never letting go;

And I walk with shim; The Grin; to guide me through the void; as he seas; all in source; my friend my keeper; my dream and dragon deeper;

And there is a sound & song; the rye & theme of my heart beat that longs; time to rhyme hymn dreamer; wine to sign myth seeker; bear to care for dear sleeper xx

And I dance across wood to what you sing; is this the being of thinks? Is it the remover of all obstacle in yurh wake; and does it sing like painting to gaze upsun; twurl on star; and I love luck yurh Eyes to another jewel in the sky;

My own sidartha; is it another sutra or love filled heart purl; that I long pluck on my seas; as I touch the sacred trees in my rhyme for minds; the vines that rim; in love and passion sin; eating the bows and apples; washing in the rain of ages; naked my soul of safes & sages;

And now... some 1984 true nightmares... { Actual Central!”
                              ... yes mother is going to slap you.
Good way to talk to yurh heart innit. “ Central im gonna ...
Griny cracks up abeaut that one ... { ... middle bone up;

I Once Di’ed from Ⓐ H’earthat’tack { what!? yurh dead man?!
And fell in love with the lover; death; so we will not die from art; 
I Once was murd-e’red by corpo’rat-ions; the nests of all evil men;
I Once was m’ur-der’d by the C I A & F B I   { as many are; and were;    and ... anyway...   flower powda honi;
so i came back and hunted them all;     { because ideas never die;
and i eat their thirds in source;   { yurh i reap rip them to shreds; 
ending their toxic corporate void;    { where evil men in deep states dwell in hell; i ring their bells of doom; and sing like Grimest of Deep Red Moon; stiring yurh hearts in deaths own mirror;  YURH CORPORATE DOOM THRESHOLD IN THROAT CHAKRA I HACK OFF AND LISTEN TO YURH HEADLESS LIES FLOWER FOUNTAIN DIED;


Q Folly -
“ & I dough’nuts to meme dreama id’rank!  is this the sound of his plank? Do he throw or watch yurh bow; ?  chucking blood into ocean;
the Cosmic Intel Atoms were hypercolour
& the Fedora Bloom Irresistible - to masters.

One, Twice, thirds in time, Trippio, Rippa & Disp’peeri 
Inside twine to ends, the luck of bravest true men’zen
those heartless hinds of corpo cosmic joke alt_patterns

Anthropomorphica Anarchio Noir’faces Thous’return in Delphica, newhan’d
& Myth warriors many blaqkey bloQ on route to zoot of decks, many cards
answer’ringdeaths invisibee phones Riders of Glory, Flutes pouring howls 
with messages left in sonica sonetta Playin’yanga from the oldest of rivers

If the body cannot live
   without’in the mind.
Does the mind continue to live
   without’in the body
And other wonderful out thoughts in
  Folly Dolly Trollies & Lamps Bins

Like lost & loss your corpamind,
Lint, Without feet on black circles
Ink’d For Buddha nature 3 rhymes
Folly Fool Jester & Signed to Wine

And foolish emperors without
Crows to sing tooth them Dunes
Thumb to Reema, my holy bee gong!
The black end hole deep in your open

& Eyes in Life & Death were sent’a loops in reelin signs shoulders
To Complete the Circles to Earth & Stars Oceans cloud on spi’nex
And fooly fawkey emp’errors with many tru witx, on wood they stood 
even Crows to sing toot’h them Dunes in dance throu’w ages of time 
Thumb’d forth Reema, my holy bee gun many stack’d with canon cams
like code, The black end hole deep in your open spurious fury at yr brew

And I broke in to your hive of floor gons
Climbing up my elevator like heavens
Jazz playin to Rome as may’bees cackle’d
Answering old letters in scriplettes to gods
Watching threads of old technoheads weave
The best of Anons to many Arms of peace
And spiritual harmony we coded to trees

As we still, watch’edyou 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖊, t’eco’me outan’d sha’yreeyesin infinity glass & ball
On screens of mediandoom, behaving like bafoons leading empty nations to wars
Lying to pre written scripts of terror you swineswug so egoiclyinsin to your own notes ow’ning audiobloodpennsin letters sat at yurh own dooms wanted poster

Making up words like terrorism and conspiracy theory to unravelfalse corporate skitzodia narratica to your emptyc’oilpoots of corpe&banchors to drink the hells bib’less pened by f’lake for corproache’s shit of chainedtothebottomlesspitsofhell th’st dragyou down no day left not even right night after deep hells wells take into more & d’ragged by invisible morguesithriamon, all of your fucking political scum lines of nazits with them. Unlearned you remained to follow in t’heir evil footsteps to hell plantations of matrix like evili’magitationism, building walls even mexicasa,
Not a Purl of Berlin’s finest halls of Techno to cry on while y’watch your ends sink as sharks of ages wolf heads reelenta towards you tombs & feasts on your aura bed hearts to salty earth rhymes that you will one day find in para, the dice ash

Not idea can you kill, you didn’t even know to watch your fall, never once did you try to stop falling onto your own swords, or admit wrong, only your broken transparentsea wasted of glassloodremains crumbling dust of ashes not even wonder of what it means to you that will be a misery forever for your own kind and yoot your bore like worst of hells demons from your gates of hell and sticks to your bones of nightmare father and mother of demons whos hands you pull to apocolyptica with you in dystopia corpse skulls of endless oil and burn dead sea life rooting up from your own seas as you stall never giving any thought to those who caught butterfly in black spy webs deep intrenches cigars in hand wondering what bright new star would sing again anything of the future none of you ever for want to beem able crimsun wheepella trackenda reallazenda africana indiana

Do you see the thyme smoke from our ship, tribal the flag in nature, raised in your fear should beem. Hand over the techno & treasure hold of records backdated in re’verse to deaths tune to the hexahh’om’ding of $22 Trillion and rising with hell bells your end is nightfalling in the coldest of winter sacred mornings, to empty back into heaven underworld you must and will now as it can save billions of lives. Your glass in skulls thirds already cracked open by death as sand falls into blood to your hearts as it drys in cloots. We are all very sick and long overdue your ends to come must . Bee’ready to bee further blown out of your sinking ships in moons to come, as you go on refusing to co·op·er·ate with all that are good on this ocean that is dead thanks to your endless rape of it, like the most evil of banker fucking a human in the arse on repeat and pluging cash into mouth as you e-jack into our souls, feeding us useless jobs for your corporate bull’shit on deadwallstreet. Your evil paradigms are now over. You will not drive us towards apocolypse anymore, indeed it may already be too late, but all who are good still have faith that we can save what torn and riptea’red life shre’da is left in our earth & wood books of sacred hearts that you so atrociously touched and sent others to kill in to your own end of days you seem to crave so much. You are like the worst of ac·ci·den·tal sapien with calcified glands dripping useless thoughts of money & profit overunder to the oil drippin hidden sparks of rep’bank tilian wells, the holy fire be’nath your evil souls, for Neo & Limbic to sumon at will of which oldest memory waiting, and paradida tomb we will send’ you back into, for the pages of natures wildest of jungle hungry eyes like nighbling’tears drop’pin’doom’in for feeding once you pass through this source code and onward to your many corpapoliticala lands in deep sands that trap your souls own terror’flick’d hearts & journ’eyes cosmic sonica’muse to Boöty, Vendetta for V. The’reapter.

             ... { ...
Never a frown; or crow to my sound; it flaps its wings;
and sing of dance to lamps and plants;     Eighth Note & Ball    13;28;11;15; { of neon dreams nfinks!
- Gothica Lockitha; Verses 
                                         ... } ...         .

- The Day I Learned To Live On Neon Ships
& Wondering in Smoked Thyme with Q’Ella

We Will Cackle y’all
    into yr #CorpoHell
GlowSticks Pop’d over your eyeb’alls 

GroundDog Day 1 inout No Smokin’
H’ellas own Haçienda For CorpoRavers

We will carve yr lost lógos, skulliees
With BlackBloodQ’EllaPens Drip & Tips
Written In the Moons own rabbit ink’fink
Reept’h Fawks, inside yr CorpoSkulls
5 Ⓐ Time into Wine, the 40’s headburst
of Thymes walk’sin thr’ow Blood into Sand
FoundSinSoul’d with Rusti’s Wire Needles
Chopi Chop Chopsy
on my
dead dogs leash
at the end of TIME  
For The Dog Who Waits.

Muse & Tea’s for SAMO .★.
Yo’u`zeeSuiteaCorpoLoopees will bee 
BREAKFAST.zuhzuh zzzom. bladogdugz
And the Black Cats Guarding Buildings
Cough up HairBombs
& Lick Milk off paws
sent from BigEzy2.

- FAC 281184
- The Day The λόγος Ended
-  Duke’s ଳ Re:vengēëė  

.    .   

. कॉलिंका ϔ. Enyo
       .            ♫ “ Live Bee ” ♪.

We will pop your empty CorpoLies
Of Markets N’Tears. WithOuts, Stars
Not even hips to prey for, just dead channel fuzz,
in dead words of nothing but hate & Fear of change
To beem stoned in Sin & yr own PsychoCorpoFascism
While you think Doom into more words of LokiDust 
to describe your own same hell without love, just XYZ’s
in blood written letter after letter on repeat to transcend
devils own scripts out words to find yr Lost Generation
Only to bee blood sell their spys to your own livid picket,
Blood soaked arrogance, in thin empty blotted papers
and years in washed ingnorant TV Media CorpoHorror
Forever tuned to the sound of dead channels in time 
MacroAd: Ecovomit Trends
The Black Joketter’s Technodub
Scripts of Nov 27, 2009


And 60’s of Rolls in thunder
wid’th spark your own Fireless Blood
Sluts on Drones, no Lovers in sight
and pee on yr own stirless’thh dna codes
h’iss throw’n of nodeftdoom watching
sulphe’thring with no care or morsal of empathy
Like Hearts dead pot, nofin’k or spring old debt
your Robots Drum while spun’gthhh
his own ramp’ethirium dammed tag’d,
Oblivion Creed Snake’dHead identified
his tha’them evilcorpobossesss hith’sssssss
all in vain, never to screeeeeen AGin .

You will Bee chasing
Rip Tear Shreada
Black Holes in Sound,
Colour to Pixie Traps
In the Archives of History
And those who gave a dam .  

Understand Memes ?

    I am the Whips of BloodFire Eyes
Even Ten Thousand Black Dust’ed Memes
For’got’h, FlatLined, Never Breathe’d AGin
    Lost in  Souls, Carved in Wood Circles
Burried Alive in Deep, Sands’own & Dunes
    The Last Cup of Tea for all DeadMADmen .

I just drop the words
I keep h’ear-ing [  Spooky like’ D ]
out of dummi #CorpoRobots .
into Whurls of’t
     Blood Sonica Dreams
Rollin paths of Promise
Roses BloodN’Bone Th’rown, Sow’n
into my’thn own hand
LowKey Locks, Death Knocks
at Heaven’th sent’ed
The Sever’dmeth Gate
of No Future
as I remove my’nOOwn
     #EmpathPirateSkull em’omen  
No Rights, H‘ear’,  waitin’
to breathe agin in your end
     Sacrifice Th’oath Own,
raise fist in air, flesh in my bones
. Gold . Red . Prāṇāyāma
Bless’ed Black Poison
To Jewels Ends .


sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴛ
       ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴛʏʟᴇʀ

     Okay Dear
          [ Pirates Own
              Black Tail n’Fin
                  Blood Barrel ParaDice
                       Rouls in Flowers ]

And I will pluck the Harps
of your Own’th Clover
     From your DarkEmptySoul
     To Watch the Clocks
of My’th Own’dreaded Spy .
No More Lost In Mirrors .

I will BloodDoom
slap you all BlackHoleDown
inslide your own CorpoTribes
Lost Vampire eternity in Arcadia
to Rage ups’on forth’
fun no truth fin’hidden
your own sinful lust
for CorpoBloodMoney
Shame on all
of’t yr rooten mindwith
bend in bands
no goals
other than evils
ownership of Earth
I B’curse you all for life
for keep’sin secrets
A Sonic Hellma
BlackHex on all your Houses .
Too’th Sin Fast to Slow
Stopped in Hells Paradigma
yr own Bo’www
in Drips in pixel doom’th
Your damaged goods
with no hoods
Clefted in
your demise
demon felt eyes
And your useless round tables
filled with Fools Gold but none å Souls
who I will Bee Sold in Spiders Tomb .


Don’t Breathe, Evillian Men
I bite the Apples of Yr own watches
In the Gardens of Hells never known
to any souls paradigmassin
that walked towards your door
the blood paved’th written in silk
webbed deep streets lick’d
where heros once Rome’death
in Eyes Locks in trance fixation
beeflore your own End .

& Edens Eve with’ sigh Relics Remedium
Lust Theeomsa Aromasa
Neuthamouros ounda faithem
newma Wild Flowers
founded at the End of theirs to Beegin
the cool wicked ways of ancient time
a road ren’areema
       spin’sin Holy Ribbons
       into Lovers Bowwws

[ & Howl in yr Night, 
  The Deep’est Colour Curlin
       Warp’eth Rosario Lint,
          RoundSin Orchidiam
            Bloomina Neon ‘a Cleft’lockia
           Endless & Sacred Lamps ]

As Sand Drips
      into GlassHoles
Like Tears,
       with No Fear

and Wild Holy Unions
      in Circles will cheer
only in mindseat
‘ Why Do Bloods Bleed In Eyes . . . .  .     .        .  
#TooMuch But never Enough
#Challenging But always longing
#BeeHiveInVain But Never Kicked
to Ends own Fame
                Cont . . .  .  .    .    .’ Faithless Again
[ Doom Carved In Akira Spins ]

You were saying something abeaut
Bestssssssss intentions ? . .. .  ..      . 
[I will bury you in wood boxes ]

And Knock on Skulls
Even to Think out loud

And old friends laugh
at Secret Doors, to Spirits
Hands raised onwards
to Worlds Never Known
But Should Have Been

I am Death & she is the letter .
The Destroyer of Worlds we beem’paths
& S’hee knocks again agin on yr domes
themes doors to the back of human mind 
you can’t even load kkkkkrrrrrhhhh!

Running in Dreams’mares


Wheels spining & round & round again with many arm raised in glory black wrapped fist throwsin Akira post age stamps into the air screaming in thunder revengeance towards my enemies their corped skulls dragged from my’nth  warrior display old chariots of fire rounds watching in technoluminatha their doomed clocks frozen by Deities Own Spells & Magic Bells in Rhymes uknown to any evil corporate soul on Earth in this the year of our Lords in Anarcho Time.

You have no idea the anger within my Art { me and griny laugh; 
I am the righteous wrathful vengeance of many Artist Empath Satori Souls in the past, present & future of this planet who are ready to end the 1000 largest corporations in the world today who are still and have been destorying Earth relentlessly without care of or even urgancy to resolve in acts of good and peacefull surrender to. They are so evil they even understand it and know it so well they create lies to waste time and fight politically to keep their evil corporate power secure and even lie to themselves and the people who work for them about it to make them feel able enough to carry on living without suicide thoughts about their bliss in ignorance & arrogance while the planet burns and people suffer in the hell on earth they created for profit .     .     

Many Hell’s Angel watches in Open Land their evil sands droping own from the black circles they stand on looking up at their own voids dripping down like black oil entity wells that build up vast fat deposits of useless profit for entities without souls that benifit only from their evil which causes real entities pain and suffering. 

Its why Hell’s Angels watch evil men, waiting for them to die and end of their days, having to.....

while Archangels very high above talk to them telepathicly or on holy technology depending on what baselevel reality they are working on that day for example.

- When Bikes Inked
      & Ran Along The Roots
            in Spirit Trees

- The Corporate Dooms Day Machine

ɪ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴀɴᴅsᴋᴜʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴇɴ ᴏғ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ’ʙᴜsʜ Ⓐ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʙʟᴀɪʀ’ᴛʀᴜᴍᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ, [ ʏᴏᴜ hav’been’ғɪɴ’ᴅ intooth’ ] [ all you ] ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏғᴀšɪçᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇɴᴇss’ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅɪᴇᴇ sᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇᴍɪɴ’ᴡʜɪʀʟ ᴄᴇᴇʟʟ’ᴅʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴋɪʀᴀ’ɢᴜᴛs ᴏʀ ᴡʜ’ɪᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟs ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss ɪɴ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴇʏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴏᴏᴍs ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴠᴇɪɴsᴘᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ • ’ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ. ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏs’ᴄʀᴇᴇᴅ’. ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ’s ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ. ғᴀʟʟᴋɪɴᴛʜ ғᴀᴡᴋᴇᴍ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ᴋɪɴᴅʀᴇᴀᴅʟᴏᴄᴋ sᴘᴇʟʟsᴡʜᴇᴇᴘᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇʟʟsssssᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀʜʜʜʜʜ • sᴀʟᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴠɪʟ wit’H[sin’smiles] ɪɴ sᴋᴜʟʟs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍʟᴇss ʜᴏʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs sᴏᴜɴᴅsʏsᴛᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ send & ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ sᴏɴɪᴄ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʙᴏɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ’ ᴅᴏᴏᴍsɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙʀᴀɪɴʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴀɴᴅsᴋᴜʟʟ sᴘᴇʟᴛ’ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʀᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴇs •

ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜįnk ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏʀᴇᴇᴍɪɴᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴘɪʀᴀʟs ᴏғ ᴅᴏᴏᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ʀᴀɪɴs ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅs ᴏᴡɴ ʙʀᴏᴀᴄʜ’ᴅ & ʀɪᴘᴘʀᴇᴇᴘᴇᴛʜʜʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇs •

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ & ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡɪsᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴋɪᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ɢėɴɪës ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ’ᴛʜ & ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜssss’ʟᴇᴇᴍʏ’ᴛʜᴀ [ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ Å sᴍɪʟᴇ] - ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴇxᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs •

- 𝓐𝓶𝓮𝓷 & 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀʟᴇss ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ɪᴛ. ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ᴘᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs. sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxɪsᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴄʜᴇᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴋᴇʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀʟ ɢᴀɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜs ᴏғ ‘ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ’s ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ’ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ [ʟᴇғᴛᴏᴠᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇs] ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ sʜᴜᴛ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜ’ᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴏɴɪᴄ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. å ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ʀᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇs ɪɴ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ. ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ, ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏ ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ sᴘɪɴsɪɴ ᴄʀᴀғᴛ ᴄʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛs ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴀᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴘᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴡ’ɴ ɪɴ ᴀᴋɪʀᴀs ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅs ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢʟᴀss ᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴏᴡɴ, ᴀs ɪғ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ, sɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴠᴏɪᴅs ᴏғ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ɪғ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇғᴜsᴀʟ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs ʙᴇʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴇᴄʜᴏs ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴡ sᴛᴀʀs ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴇғᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ɪɴ ғᴏᴏᴛᴘʀɪɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅ sᴏᴜʟs. ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʀᴏʟʟs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsᴘïʀɪᴛ & söulғɪʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ’ᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛʜʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙʟᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇғʟᴏw’ʀā- ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜʀs ʀᴇғᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ •

ᴀs ɪ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜᴘғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡɪsᴇ’ɪɴ ʙᴇᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ʀᴏᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡ’ᴅå ᴅʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴜsᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ᴏɴ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇs - ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ •

- ʟᴜᴘᴀᴛʜᴀᴅᴜɴᴇᴛå


Fee-fi-fo-Rum; { !”

I smell the #Blood of a #Corporation;

Be it alive; or be it dead;
I'll grind its #Bones to make our bread;

Do ye sea; #memes #Drags!?"
Do ye seas #Mays #Tombs?"

Where #Bees me #Codes!?"
Where #Bees; me #Cloves?"

Ocēåns #Earth;
... { yurh corporations curs'd!"




- The Curse on Corporations ii.x

I rum rings aroond Earth & Moons;
I raise Dungons in the Sands;
I fill the oceans with blood & bones;
I loots the Seas of Old;
I Reaper Quill from Hearts;
I am the Souls of Anarchentered Doragons;
I am the Whips of BloodFire Eyes;
The Last Cup of Tea      for all DeadMADmen .


I am the Skull & Roses
      of the Rage in all Streets;
the ashes of March
      & Years of tears in May;

I am the Blood that drips
      throse those drains
in Prose & Paves
     Prayers to the End of Days
Sendingem tooth eire

- Graves

         from The Caps & Ghost Spells
                  [ Caspear Chronicles ]