Build upon hymns, the information of a Swan
destort Unity, Circle above,
dysphagia in need of dirty odouR,
cancel the Volume
professional she's a fast persuadoR,
he's got the Ear,
Muse gift in poison form
laugh out loud in pop scenery
train the skin of fingers
build upon classified backdoor rhythms,
wet wipes and pungeont smoke,
enter through domain of a spore,
sacrifice BlueTeeth,
urban rafts calm see-sight, see0saw
strings for numbers
Polite Diagrams & spectrums
in the name of Jesus, with a pierced eye brow
scarification A sanctum
bing ding doing dang doom diplopotamus
Doctor, nine 8 grey Lifts
wooden inside scer
imagination perspiring wi
kiss her, please kiss her,
she is the one, that gives us life.
such grace in her voice, a blooming delight
still brightness, still dedication
so much attention through her inner child
no longer giving into perfection
ha, who would have thought,
that a caged bird, actually experienced freedom
more intimately, than a sailor bonding with the sea.
carefree, still
movement stops, microgram of a second
expanding into a flower
yes, yes yes, yes
kiss her please kiss her
she is the one that gives us life
just breathe,
follow your instinct
spontaneousness shall take over, anyhow, no matter what-
carved in the rows
of my distracting mind,
caught behind,
up,
at the endless line
forged by her cry
an air-quake
disrupting my bones
limited agony, starving.
once at an art class, i wasn't feeling well and although i had been assigned to
draw, i just stared at the paper. my teacher asked me why wasn't i drawing
and i said because i am not feeling well,
and he answered to me,
''if the times i didn't feel well i decided not to work, then i would never work''
inside the hide of mother memory,
mother goddess, mother sound,
i bow myself, before your eternal smile
your swift sound, and your exalted space.
i am inspired, to generate
and assosciate with your visions,
your teeming calls and playfulness
la natura.
inside your laughing rhythm,
mother rain, i plant seeds,
with caressing dedication, nurture them
and watch,
as ''I'' dissolves,
by a grain,
laying still,
on the gentle face of the ocean,
invisible.
mother sound, inside your soul
i enter, free of all my bonds
free of meaning,
free of reality,
hello,
i have missed you
Galactic emanation by traffic0Observer, literature
Literature
Galactic emanation
Fantastic planet
sustained by the horrific and truly eccentric
tradition
of carrying the boulders of sand and creating the
glass,
essential for our condition.
please, will you look out for me tonight?
i wish to explore, the blue aliens
living on the shore.
please, will you not consider me an exile?
for i only wish, to come back with more knowledge
to find healing and shelter
for the ashes of our dying world.
i ask from you, the blessing..
the one you only share with your children
i shall hold on to it,
through the telepathic excavation in time
and although i shall be involved
into the cliché we have spoken against,
communication is like a tree,
simple- humble.
it is firmly rooted
and as above, so below
-it reaches forth.
it has alot of branches,
visible to the urge to explore
rich, in the eyes of the pure.
moon & sun,
keepers of day and night
illuminate the pale way
- they offer the sand.
dont forget to breathe by traffic0Observer, literature
Literature
dont forget to breathe
you will be amazed by how deep you can go
by remembering to practice simplicity.
be yourself, remind yourself this.
explore your urges, as well as your irritations.
i am amazed by how deep i can go,
by remembering to practice simplicity.
i am myself and i remind myself to be myself.
i explore my urges, as well as my irritations.
i listen to the subtle, the voices inside my head
they contemplate matters and discuss,
about worlds and words, i have never ever heard before
the pool of my mind, brings a variety of branches..
outside, on the shore
-my judgment laughing, but who's rolling on the floor?
the eyes despise,
yet they can
we can awaken our eyes,
into different places and times.
forget about persuasion
just make conversations,
let go of inhibitions
the cultural chemistry
is seen with great diversity
yet some know
what can happen unexpectedly
i talk of ancient medicine
used since the dawn of time
a gift of the gods,
to the earthly race.
to suspend inhibition, experience fear
dig inside the skin of repetition.
cause they're all around us
talking trees, rooted ever since..
they might know something, we don't.\
a lizard tree,
shedding its skin.
inside the purple forest,
eyes with eyes agree
when here in darkness
it cannot be seen.
when here
let me speak, with language itself
let me see, the burden you keep hidden in your chest.
i am a healer an eagle from the weast
i heard your cry and asked the wind to become my guide
tornados accompanied my way,
in your cold winter, your seizing touch.
look at me, let it come out..
she is here with me
with a powerful potion
the plant of a god.
i will dance,
with your coat of fear,
come along,
we''ll explore the sphere.
as a being, of consiousness
a character, of mother imagination..
Awake, i am aware, of my transparent vision.
The world or My world?
Afraid to choose yet conscious and precise.
I aknowledge my instincts, as my inherent nature.
As trees were given the gift to produce the life force, we have been given, we have been given the opportunity to experience a shifting reality, the gap of a dying breath.
My sentences, contemplate nothing but their own reflection..
It is as if i merely pick rocks, strain their silence and bathe them in my own.
I am, always aware of My world and The world, the spirits and the people, the shadows and the light.
Build upon hymns, the information of a Swan
destort Unity, Circle above,
dysphagia in need of dirty odouR,
cancel the Volume
professional she's a fast persuadoR,
he's got the Ear,
Muse gift in poison form
laugh out loud in pop scenery
train the skin of fingers
build upon classified backdoor rhythms,
wet wipes and pungeont smoke,
enter through domain of a spore,
sacrifice BlueTeeth,
urban rafts calm see-sight, see0saw
strings for numbers
Polite Diagrams & spectrums
in the name of Jesus, with a pierced eye brow
scarification A sanctum
bing ding doing dang doom diplopotamus
Doctor, nine 8 grey Lifts
wooden inside scer
imagination perspiring wi
kiss her, please kiss her,
she is the one, that gives us life.
such grace in her voice, a blooming delight
still brightness, still dedication
so much attention through her inner child
no longer giving into perfection
ha, who would have thought,
that a caged bird, actually experienced freedom
more intimately, than a sailor bonding with the sea.
carefree, still
movement stops, microgram of a second
expanding into a flower
yes, yes yes, yes
kiss her please kiss her
she is the one that gives us life
just breathe,
follow your instinct
spontaneousness shall take over, anyhow, no matter what-
carved in the rows
of my distracting mind,
caught behind,
up,
at the endless line
forged by her cry
an air-quake
disrupting my bones
limited agony, starving.
once at an art class, i wasn't feeling well and although i had been assigned to
draw, i just stared at the paper. my teacher asked me why wasn't i drawing
and i said because i am not feeling well,
and he answered to me,
''if the times i didn't feel well i decided not to work, then i would never work''
inside the hide of mother memory,
mother goddess, mother sound,
i bow myself, before your eternal smile
your swift sound, and your exalted space.
i am inspired, to generate
and assosciate with your visions,
your teeming calls and playfulness
la natura.
inside your laughing rhythm,
mother rain, i plant seeds,
with caressing dedication, nurture them
and watch,
as ''I'' dissolves,
by a grain,
laying still,
on the gentle face of the ocean,
invisible.
mother sound, inside your soul
i enter, free of all my bonds
free of meaning,
free of reality,
hello,
i have missed you
Galactic emanation by traffic0Observer, literature
Literature
Galactic emanation
Fantastic planet
sustained by the horrific and truly eccentric
tradition
of carrying the boulders of sand and creating the
glass,
essential for our condition.
please, will you look out for me tonight?
i wish to explore, the blue aliens
living on the shore.
please, will you not consider me an exile?
for i only wish, to come back with more knowledge
to find healing and shelter
for the ashes of our dying world.
i ask from you, the blessing..
the one you only share with your children
i shall hold on to it,
through the telepathic excavation in time
and although i shall be involved
into the cliché we have spoken against,
communication is like a tree,
simple- humble.
it is firmly rooted
and as above, so below
-it reaches forth.
it has alot of branches,
visible to the urge to explore
rich, in the eyes of the pure.
moon & sun,
keepers of day and night
illuminate the pale way
- they offer the sand.
dont forget to breathe by traffic0Observer, literature
Literature
dont forget to breathe
you will be amazed by how deep you can go
by remembering to practice simplicity.
be yourself, remind yourself this.
explore your urges, as well as your irritations.
i am amazed by how deep i can go,
by remembering to practice simplicity.
i am myself and i remind myself to be myself.
i explore my urges, as well as my irritations.
i listen to the subtle, the voices inside my head
they contemplate matters and discuss,
about worlds and words, i have never ever heard before
the pool of my mind, brings a variety of branches..
outside, on the shore
-my judgment laughing, but who's rolling on the floor?
the eyes despise,
yet they can
we can awaken our eyes,
into different places and times.
forget about persuasion
just make conversations,
let go of inhibitions
the cultural chemistry
is seen with great diversity
yet some know
what can happen unexpectedly
i talk of ancient medicine
used since the dawn of time
a gift of the gods,
to the earthly race.
to suspend inhibition, experience fear
dig inside the skin of repetition.
cause they're all around us
talking trees, rooted ever since..
they might know something, we don't.\
a lizard tree,
shedding its skin.
inside the purple forest,
eyes with eyes agree
when here in darkness
it cannot be seen.
when here
let me speak, with language itself
let me see, the burden you keep hidden in your chest.
i am a healer an eagle from the weast
i heard your cry and asked the wind to become my guide
tornados accompanied my way,
in your cold winter, your seizing touch.
look at me, let it come out..
she is here with me
with a powerful potion
the plant of a god.
i will dance,
with your coat of fear,
come along,
we''ll explore the sphere.
as a being, of consiousness
a character, of mother imagination..
Awake, i am aware, of my transparent vision.
The world or My world?
Afraid to choose yet conscious and precise.
I aknowledge my instincts, as my inherent nature.
As trees were given the gift to produce the life force, we have been given, we have been given the opportunity to experience a shifting reality, the gap of a dying breath.
My sentences, contemplate nothing but their own reflection..
It is as if i merely pick rocks, strain their silence and bathe them in my own.
I am, always aware of My world and The world, the spirits and the people, the shadows and the light.