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Simple, force field. Not suppose to be there then one cannot due to the field.


Sun Jun 23, 2013 10:13 pm
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Atmospheric layers.


Sun Jun 23, 2013 10:15 pm
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Conjure purpose, life of truth, great choices, reasons

Canopy of invisible waves to illuminate the bulb-head landscape

Escaping slavery to paradise, just to push enigma

Minds gather, sing, dance, speak with angels, objects, and daemons

Walls built in minds, painting each others canvas

Seeking to break walls, and help each other vanish

What good is the language after mastering the blueprints?

It's our dark lake in star lit water, each universe created on each step of the Ibis

I was prescribed sound and beauty when this revelation was scheduled

A madam experienced it too, so we keep chasing those 2 items

Have I told you about her?

In the smokey cover of her allure

We drank into deep moral depths to know more

in each of our thriving reality facade, in front of our fading film montage

Remembering the mask uncovered slowly, is remembered, forever

And the stone work?

My job at hand, is no real task orbiting the data reality trap

Swimming through coworker karma, soaked in dharma to get pass insecurity

Correcting mental-imaging, desperate for open ports

They feel life as a sauna, their soul dry for i Heart NY tourist water

Being high enough you can see their heads shining on the glimmers on mercury

Information process speed and pattern recognition turned to soothsayer darkmatter

Spat out like a switchboard in the crystal maze showing you my profile

Swinging from the Yggdrasill, sketching Plato Geometria

Providing oxy-phrases to the masses, breeding romantic ideas

A Cat's blink tells more of the door

That's why I encourage you to get in the electron

and explore it some more.


Fri Feb 26, 2016 7:35 am
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Mind is a wand, learn to do some flips.
One can get overwhelmed, short on time to get a grip
It's a hologram, filled with simpletons who lost their wits.
Dreaming on screen, for a path they will get.
Vamping on the good ones, and those Instagram fads.
Witness to their cruelty and no matter what it's always sad
Get seasoned like a veteran, intensity of the sun
Moon lit poetry- isn't this fun?

I'm in flight school
In sight school
No lanes.
Is that cool?

I'm in fight school
Enlight school
No lanes.
It's my rules.

Stay in your own pool, get the job done
Motivate yourself and make a team run
Pain creates pleasure, so set your heart free
Be vulnerable, watch your thought electricity
Soak in the emotional waters showing reality's elasticity
Change faster then the illusion, get stamina somehow
The body is the pentagram, all in this together now

I'm in Knight School
Midnight school
No lanes.
It's my tool

I'm in my school
Ghostwrite school
No lanes.
It's my fuel

Look at the moon, is it all rocks?
Or is it a satellite steering a lost flock
Birds of a feather, we sit and stare
Giving bad ones karma, they are too asleep to play fair
Those tall trees, can they pick your brain?
Can they sabotage your greed, and give you pain?
Do their nervous system fly when it gets dark
Can they teach you a lesson on life's moving parts?

I said....

I'm in flight school
In sight school
No lanes.
Is that cool?

I'm in fight school
Enlight school
No lanes.
It's my rules.

I'm in Knight School
Midnight school
No lanes.
It's my tool


I'm in my school
Ghostwrite school
No lanes.
It's my fuel


Sun Jun 19, 2016 12:49 pm
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With ENDURANCE UNCOMPRESSED
This avatar and music will create a TEACHING CONCOCTION
To free limits of the psyche and have a mind deemed CONCOCTED INSTINCTIVE
Makes a SUBCONSCIOUS CRUNCHIER
KISS principle not for life. The man who CHOOSES DIFFICULT chooses dominance.
Learning new ways in CYCADS DECEPTION and the MANUALS HIBISCUS
For the right words NORMALISES CHORUS, dark spaces are CANDID SUBHARMONIC
Show the BELONGING PLENUM a ADJUSTING FIGMENT of their imagination
I will take all OMINOUS DYNAMISM and show their METRICS UNRAVELLED
Organizing a loop using CABIN CONCEPT in SCHEMATICALLY SUBSPACES
The UPSETTING SEQUENCER theory is over rated, I rather be a SLIP VAGABOND
Too many FRUSTRATE SEQUENCERS?
Maybe they want an army around the world of MICRO SHEPHERDS
Again.
These SLACKERS STYLISH
One shepherd taught me TELEPATHIC OWNERSHIP
We all have more skills than TYPELESS TALKIES on television
Our neural pathways can RELATE BICENTENNIAL birthdays
We also NIMBLY MATED with heaven from evolved spores
Religions are created out of the UNTRANSLATED VENTRILOQUY
Overemphasized word play giving birth to WORLDLY CULTS
ONLYBEGOTTEN JELLYFISH is always MATHEMATICALLY DRAG
DIVESTED HUMANIST HOUSEBOAT CONQUEROR
"I'm the Captain now."
Initiated CROSSREFERENCES POPULARISING ^
This steps up my FREQUENCIES DOMINANCE
Without EXTORTIONATELY CAPTAINCY
Earning points from METROPOLITAN INTERROGATIVES in the JERKY INFRASTRUCTURES
Lets all share STUFFIER WHISKEYS (blood of christ) as it creates SURREAL MORPH experiences
Like - Wondering about the time of Greek's MARBLE TENDONS, and what year was it in B.C.?
I'm hinting at the PREMISES TIMETABLE in your mind.
Too deep? TITS INTROVERSION is just as important.
As long as you stay good, and be a RIGHTWARD TIPPER
FLy now, all of you are now FRIEZE CURSED...for the best.
This BUSIEST SPELL serves your dream.


Fri Sep 16, 2016 7:49 am
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Wavy lines on digital papyrus, carving out black space into word play
Forever I will write to wash my life, full of deep pain
Stirring magnetic text, a conveyance pathway, for looking glass loading
Circular moments returning to a phrase book I routinely recollect observance
To be with art, I light up the shadows

Soon, my morning drive, soul soldier guides, laughs at our worker personas
My chin up high, marching into the mundane with turbo charged indecision
Waiting for the surprise, pupils dilated, feeling cold in the wilderness gateway
News flash, the wagon axles still strong, spinning fast inside glass castles
Diving with my fellow ghost divers from the southern zoo
Soul assembly parade of lions, tigers, and bears using voodoo getting jaded
Moths evolving to hawks, cheering up the freezed dried artists
Growing in the gear box with the darkest comets

Wavy lines on moon lit papyrus, observed a star lit night into a world play
I'm a spoken word deep diving philosopher
A rumbling mystery, looking outside the litter box
Intimidating. Just as nobody ever asked the moon to speak softer
An internet pop lock circus freak lap top fiend
A fancy heart pirate turning the tides on distant planets
Maybe I remembered my magic, my innocent story
It explains my circle of pill monsters and all their tarot sets
Their love stones, and all their false idols
And their elaborate musical collaborations
Screaming life lesson- Go and be Mythological Improvisation
Let your fingers go, writing is the mission
Observe material to your hearts content
Remembering how to do this all over again
Until collective Judas prosecution impose their rule again
Code to eject the wild life monsters and the superscript contaminate
Master the illusion and keep going further

Wavy lines on digital papyrus, carving out black space into a musical remix
One day, no more blazers and ties, or clock watching
Pen pal business men, or half-assed promotions
Some day, I will live with the sweet heart
Our appendages designed to our perfection
Together, we are the snake that crawled into Eden
Can see her now. I took that beauty to a movie
And wrote a heart on her hand with a sharpie
We stepped out of the valley, and climbed a mountain of green
If the sun had a scent, it would be of her cheek
Without her, this dog is sleeping, all dreams lead me to a feline majesty

Wavy lines on digital papyrus, born out my minds cape into your mental projection
I always looked back, and still got it done
Smiled with the birds, laughing in the jungle
Happy to be alive, even when I am burned by the glitter
Catching poetic waves, then riding on my words
Turning to my magic moon scrying polymorphic banter
To plant the roots of life's illusion, these are the miracles of the masters








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