Miracles

Another year over, and yet just begun,
a new era born, birth of the 5th sun
and ancient prophecies would have us believe
that a new time is coming, a time to be freed.
Then comes the date, and did we enlighten?
the world transform? did the skies brighten?
so cast the dreamers into dark and despair.
what happens now, are we going anywhere?
where are the light beings with chariots of fire?
a whole new dimension.. that didn't transpire
but then it hits you, and the veil is lifted
a new world is made, not something gifted
they saw a new age, and so did we
and so WE ARE the mayan prophecy
so to those who hoped, who dreamt the dreams
the miracle lives.. it's more than it seems.

Here's to you

Here's to the poets, who lived for creation,
excelled at art ..not social integration.
Here's to the lovers who had given their heart,
and yet every romance... had fallen apart.
Here's to those with endless passion,
who stayed in hope.. but never in fashion.
Here's to those who wished to be free..
who never 'snapped out' of that fantasy
here's to the bodies too fat... or too thin..
here's to the faces with beauty 'within'
here's to those who didn't fit the mould,
here's to those who will never grow old.
I raise a toast to all of my kin
gifts to the world, but will never fit in.

You choose to Hate

Sometimes you need a reminder to put you in your place,
like people laughing, spitting in your face...
You might have changed since then
but to them -
we're just flesh and bone.

Now I feel more than ever, alone.
I'm so different to everyone around me,
and I no longer seek Earth to ground me.
I'm ready to take off, drop my body,
because I don't relate to nobody.
People won't forget the past, won't forgive and forget.
Some people catch the ship, others get caught in nets.
The time is coming for people to change, and until then I am a stranger.
But you are the one in danger.
People can change but you have not..
you choose to hate and it's made you rot.

Illuminati

Look at all the people, look at all the pain... 
living in a system that's completely insane,
Illuminati - the secret society, 
pyramid of power, top of hierarcy. 

Terror from the two towers
the inside work of the powers
kept in our minds as date nine eleven
plans inclined to seperate from heaven.

directing our blame to the terrorist,
defiant minds deemed needing therapist,
claiming to be the world defenders
Bush and Blair had blood shed agendas.

Secrets that belong to us have been hidden,
Earth is dying, disease and hate ridden,
the people of Iraq were doomed to pay the price,
launched missiles at time of occult sacrifice.

the calculation of powers that lead us, 
are poisoning even what the feed us
running waters injected with fluoride
genetically modified, a mass genocide

Global conspiracy, fact idiosyncrasy
all point to the top of mass industry
leaders of banks, and of the trillions
governed by the eye of the reptilians

They don't care about us, we're just cattle
time for the movement, time for the battle
make a stand for the people, stand up as one
destiny of death will become undone

Nicole Tesla, founder of energy technology
and thousands since could end poverty
sustainable living, and loving the Earth
prophecy fulfilled, a new age can give birth.

Imagine all the people remembering who they are
the children of light, brighter than stars
crop circles, the pyramids, the Pineal gland
Soon you will wake, and you will understand.

facebook

When did we become a nation of cyber bullies and dicks?
kids getting depressed, and cutting their wrists
cos you kept commenting on their posts, kept on encouraging their pain
why? what way does it entertain?
the league of trolls, whatever next?
write hate on walls, inbox death threats
log on to reality, use the net to connect
spread the word of love, not what they expect
if thoughts have power, then what has facebook?
get back the power, take what they took
the chance to reach the world, and peace extend
so if you agree, add me as a friend ♥

Got my girls back on this one.

He thought he could get away with it, and it wouldn't bite him on the ass. Now he's in some quick sand - and he's sinking fast. Messing with hearts like a butcher with a knife, only to discover it brings him only strife. Got the cheek to act like it's not his fault - like she's to blame. Now it's him - and only him - in the suspected frame. Kept someone who loved him in purgatory wondering what the hell is going down?? Casually takes her money - and puts it about town. "But baby this" "But baby that" - "it's not my fault"...that you're a TWAT? She cared about him, cared for him - wasted her time and money. It's time to wake up - this ain't even funny. You ain't a man - you're just a boy - she's a person - not your toy. Hey, look - you're no stranger to drama? here it comes in a dose of karma! Don't spend her money, lie and stamp on her heart...you've got some making up to do - I'd make a start!!!

Self-reflection

Notice how your life events link together in consequence of where you are now, who you are, and how you look at things. You loved a lot, you lost a lot... but look what it brings. Don't hurt over the past, don't let it last, it will only bring you back to emotions that don't serve you. Don't cry over those who didn't care - they don't deserve you. Rise not to anger and let it consume you. You might be right but it will only doom you - it's not like you'll be finished, like it's the end - we've got a long way to go but you will only extend the miles. Make the world one filled with smiles. Use the brain you were given to research and grow, use the heart you were given to remember and know. Don't presume to think that you know everything, or that anything can be explained. Life's an adventure, are you not entertained? Ask yourself, who am I? who do I want to be? make the change inside and you will be free of the constricts of this world invented - remember without spirit you cannot be contented. In you I see me, In me there is you, you can change everything, what will you do?

Serpent of Flow

Kundalini, through wormholes, the snake,
the tree of life and the movement we take
the flower, the seed,
fighting to be freed,
imagine all the people awake

The structure, waves of light-sound frequency
Universal flow merges to speak to me
the tree keeps growing
our thoughts are sowing
make the pure state known for the peace in me

Physical imprint of the power of thought
get the download, psychic astronaut
what your spirit planned
soon will understand
Progress further in what we are taught.

Seven

How do you begin on a mission so great?
to change the belief, the doctrine of state?
how do you embark on making blind see...
we cannot change life ... or can we?

Ancient whispers became scrolls imagined
One is in power, so many in famine
When subject of legend becomes mystery,
investigation, discovery, a lost history

Sacred geometry reveals economic monopoly
linked into metaphysics, science and astrology
an enigma that are hearts need to unfold
teachers of Atlantis, wisdom of old.

One day you were told that dreams can't come true,
there is no fantasy.. and the proof is you.
One big energy, condensed into beauty
there is only love, and love is your duty!

A new type of education, but one you must teach
there is a great light, for which we must reach;
A world in separation, walls of prejudice and hate
smash through the bricks, make something great.

A light and sound in continuous vibration
Creation and celebration increases oscillation
the transfer of life between state and dimension
Reality birthed through love and intention

Whatever you ask for, you will receive
The divine origin of what you conceive
That day you realized that dreams can't come true?
Time to forget it, for the truth is you!

Spiritual Awakening

I live through the law of attraction, 
my thoughts have forceful reaction, 
and I can't let go, indulge a distraction, 
for the interaction is with the Universal one -the divine, 
who grants me my wishes and has sent me the sign. 
I awaken from sleep and look at all who still rest, 
this is my trial, my prophetic test. 
Do I choose the same track, only forward in time, 
or do I move with the planets as they align? 
Do I choose to be captive or fly out my cage? 
what use have I now for fear, greed or rage? 
I live from the heart, or try my best anyway, 
make each silence a blessing, a second to pray. 
I bow to the present for its absolute power,
I thank the day for teaching me 24 hours
I'm going to change it, I'm going to make,
we're all together, in bonds that won't break.
I want the knowing, I want to see
I Am to evolve, I Am to be.

State of MIND

So I'm back in the state of MIND tonight, not one I should dwell in nor further invite, because it's a lonely one, but the one I can write, feel like the only one, but I know this ain't right. I've chosen to venture, and to follow my dreams, I refuse to accept the world just as it seems, I know I have purpose, it's something I've found... but I'm a creature of company, with nobody around. I feel the love of the light but no touch of the hand, I speak to many ears but they don't understand, I carry them up to have them pulling back under, don't you all realize? don't you all wonder? I have to get faster, I have to increase, it's so sad to part though, so sad to release. I send love on your journey, the one that you own... I follow my path, guess I'm travelling alone.

The Fifth Dimension

The more I wish it the more perfect the day is, and now I realize what my role to play is, I've been lost in duplicity, could have synchronicity, I've been ruled by time and confined by space, now I make and decide the place, I am kept in hope because I no longer serve fear, I can use my senses, can see and hear, I illuminate the island that looks to the unseen, I know what comes - it's already been, I ask what else? but never how, forever in divinity with the power of now

Webs

Webs stick like threaded history, a patterned story, detailed mystery, there is nothing that a broom can sweep, feel joy in living, do not weep, there's so much beauty in each design, an intricate message, a higher sign.

Another September

You pat me on the shoulder and I look back at you, times were older, things we've been through and I remember you. little embers in ash, past Septembers too, see I'm ready to open myself up again, and opening brings up a little pain, of kisses you gave me and cold nights, and how much I wept after our fights. You said so much to hurt me, in my own heart desert me but why do you think of only that feeling? the feeling like you're floating up to the ceiling? And I've forgotten you, a thousands times over, and nothing will ever bring you back closer. You're someone I wrote right out of my head, like a word is silence right after it's said, you're not in my story, I've written you out, yet still I don't know what this story's about.

Imagine

much more the mind than such mortal plane of ours
our destiny awaits us, for such is the stars
we will always lead you through the way
time an illusion, movement the day
which way you imagine is the way it will be
We are waiting for you, you just have to see.

It's the same

Treat any heart like you would your own,
would you be reckless with the love that it's shown?
Feel your heart beat, pump in beat
in rhythm with Earth underneath
everything joint, nothing a stranger
keep in love, and not in danger.

R.E.M

I've become disenchanted, trouble ending what I started, desperately cathartic, one frustrated artist, I've got balance but I wish I had delusion, verging climax but reaching no conclusion, and I cannot weep, just think about improvement, released by sleep and rapid eye movement, how much I wish in this time to make, to dream what I dream whilst I am awake.

Drainer

She moves from one person to the other, feels that momentary warmth of a lover, sucks them dry of all the light they have within their heart 
before the night awaiting... does depart, 
and the bodies build houses from where she did walk,
no traces of injury, just faces of chalk.

Writer's block - again

I've got writer's block, I need someone to knock it into me. 
I don't need reassurance or sympathy 
I need something to use. 
Maybe it's you? can you be my muse? 
I've had a thousand ideas escape me like fish that don't bite, 
I can make out something...but it's just out of sight, 
and if I pray to have anything - it's just how to write, 
am I broken or ill? or just wound up too tight? 
that this creative clockwork ain't turning, 
the flame inside of me ain't burning, 
does my brain have a bruise? 
got writer's block - got nothing to use.
maybe this is proof that the brain ain't the start
and everything worth saying comes straight from the heart
maybe things are quite closed off inside of my chest
I've let in some things but then cast out the rest
so without writing, I've got nothing to lose
I'll be more inviting, will you be my muse?

Restless

I can look into the pool of reflection 
pray that it promises any projection, 
walk into the caves of deep mind's eye 
hope there's answer to the resounding 'why?' 
I'll try powers of introspection 
there maybe some correction 
to the errors I've been making, 
give them a smile - they don't guess I'm faking, 
Listening to songs from back in days of promise 
memory is company to me in my solace,
smoking and drinking myself to the brink of bad health 
- assuming that the liquor will bring the thoughts quicker.
There's a lot of sitting and waiting
restless days of procrastinating
a bag of ideas that are no good to use,
you were given a gift, please don't abuse.

Sunrise

I am disembodied, as much a compound of the air and less of the ground, I am not of the earth, yet worth more than a cloud, but just as heavy with rain, as I am like bad weather, and as full of pain until a sunrise will dawn and set me free, what comes of sunrise? what will be?

Mirror

The Mirror gives no answers to the chances that she lost, she'd dropped life to the ground and was mindless of the cost. She'd been around, from low lit rooms and lay in beds that were tombs of dead romance, and now all she wished for was just another chance. She had been young and free and so carelessly pretty but was seduced by the city and now the dreams were shattered, her promise now a crime scene with walls splattered with traces of the murder of her father's hope. She lay on mattresses in apathy, the air thick with Dope smoke, and the words she couldn't choke out ringing in her mind, if only, if only could rewind.

You've gotta suffer.

It's the energy that is transforming the air that leaves us lost, alone in despair, with change and transition means suffering and contrition and doubt in one's self. The twelfth year is the one where love will make itself known to all those that have conquered and grown. Live from the heart and be love, so this means love you. Think of the world around and above you. Be ready for the change by allowing the range of your heart to be ready but this means, start with you. Be love, feel love and you will walk right through.

Perfume on the pillow

He was too old for it, felt too old for the chase but she lifted his spirits, heart doubles pace and her perfume still illuminated his pillow, her long spiraled hair sweeps down like a willow tree, and he could not get the taste of her off his lips, his head, keeps rewinding his night with this girl so exotic, tantalized and tickled with all things erotic, the thought brushed against his mind like her breast had done against his chest, it would be up to him now admit he's impressed.

kiss of it

You asked me if I could see them now, how the demons were in encrypted in your lovers kiss, Your words were none other than an echo of their hiss of incantation, and each time we made love, a damnation, for there is no other sin more provoking insanity than to love one who carries more than humanity, your words sent me wondering down caves and black pockets, my eyeballs writhing, rolling around in their sockets, and your smile so crooked, clever and sly, questioned my soul, gave me no reason why, and spells that shake the trees and breaks off their arms meant I had fallen for your cursed charms, and wrapping me up with long fingers tight around me, you were the end, the death, you'd found me

blind

I'm always looking for you but I can never find you, you fade into the background and wear shades that I'm blind to. It's what I put my energy into, where my emotion is most strong, but it never opens a door and I've usually got it wrong. Should I keep knocking on the entrance to find it leads to repentance and no conclusion to my never ending mission, each dead end tainting my vision even further, and is it worth contacting the optician to question my sight, ask if it's up to scratch? or could it be I should stop looking, detach my gaze from this, get over it, give it a miss. Thing is I've been looking at you, wondering what I lack, but truth is there's nothing, you're not looking back.