Zion

Sinking into my pores,

Rainfall is the metaphor

Let the drop on the eye swim to the navel and then the thigh

Sweat is the name,

Movement, melancholia’s, the same

Comfort rides the back of the lion,

Simplicity follows behind the mountainous Zion

Enrapture this way, moment, call,

And capture alone, the drop, it’s fall

Taste the sweet salt, relieve

Stray from this Babylon, believe

This can happen anywhere

Right now- Right?

Light a dare bare

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NOW & THEN

NOW & THEN

It’s a cold night,

and I have warm water to drowse me into a melancholious drift of wonder,

and I sift through my mind,

only to find a basket woven with deep entwined threads.

What is my purpose?

Questions that enthrall only the most wondering of souls,

but, I will smoke bowls and know that rhyme has no time to figure me out.

Why?

Expect not to expect…

only for a moment I spoke to soon,

thought I knew the answer to it all… how small.

THEN, a single conflict seemed the world to me, that is,

NOW, I can float and feel not an answer, but a moment, a whiz has passed me by.

And, to place so much care? Why?

 To find the answer, one must live each moment as though perhaps a fish in a bowl.

It’s the now that I seek,

and with each now a goldfish keeps swimming not afraid of the word next, or, then.

Yet, somehow,

take away the water,

and the fish has become human gasping for the last breath I just wasted a foul word on!

His metamorphosis has spun round and still had not found the answer I was looking for.

Simple is the name, cuz really,

it’s all the same.

Stress is a cancer that blew the mind over the top!

So why not let your madness stop?

Let your natural body bloom,

 cuz you can’t assume that your body has a single bud waiting for its spring of health

when all you feed yourself is a sickness waiting to occur.

 And you’ve heard, I’m sure, the old cliché,

mind-body-soul are one, uniform,

maybe it’s true. It may sound like old news, but it’s there and you have seen the deterioration of your

elders. Just take a good look. There is something to be learned. And now this meeting is adjourned.

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HER SENSES

...Trying to adjust to some formalities I’ve accepted. Through the reflection of days gone by, I feel the ever transitioning body growing and mind sight sifting through the cambium coating of a shells protectant. Digging and unearthing the inner-child, there is so much more to discover. The triad of decades as of yet is sheltered to what will be, but, one thing I know for certain, so far, it has gone something like this...

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I remain open in my senses. At this point, what else could one limit themselves to? Each decade offers a new sense of wisdom that is somewhat elevated by the experience from the one preceding it. A bountiful of teenage years and discovery… offering oneself to the beauty of naivety. An ignorance filled with innocence yet still aware of its vulnerability. Keen to emanate a sense of confidence yet startled by physical youths limitations. Regardless of sexual maturity… still radiating virgin stimulus to the aged passer-by.

A twenty something now grandeur in her own way, blossomed to a stifling beauty. Ready for the world, independence- building a stronghold on what it is to be a woman. Testing the boundaries and perhaps dropping other boundaries for good. Recognizing her place among the mature already seated. Exploring sensitivities and developing a person of certain strength- testing trust and losing faith within it. Still unsure of how to wrap it up and transcend into the next age of wisdom

For the thirties have a sense of ownership unrevealed in any other stage. This is where we made it happen. Excuses from before cannot be heard any longer. Now is the do. Accomplish what you sought after by realization of what is will be. Cannot expect anymore, without the virtue of success. Be open to the slightest glorious positive interaction. What else is there but to enjoy and appreciate the waking moment shared for just that.

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And still, there is so much more to do...



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HYPOCRAZY

So this lil gadget of mine was in the shop for a while cuz the thingy fell on its power cord and crashed the internal power mechanism... but I just got it back, and throughout the week, as I have been constantly questioning my own doubts and confusions. I remembered I had written the below piece when I was only 21; this was just aboput 13 years ago already! Jeeeze!!!

Anyway, I realized that even though my writing has improved significantly since, I found myself questioning the same antics as I had back then. I am a bit shocked that I was able to tune into these sort of thoughts back then, which leads me to wonder if I had regressed at all in the past 13 years, or, if I had not moved as forward as I had once thought I would. I then came to remember that life is about the everlasting thoughts and questions that will continue to reoccur in their own ways throughout.

As long as we can be open to this, and attempt to constantly rationalize and grow through the years to come, we may always question the same issues in life, but in differing forms. I think about hypocracy a lot because it is very easy to preach a positive approach on lifestyle and still be shadowing oneself in a couldren of doubt and question. I find myself lapsing at times, but it never comes without a thorough thought process. I hope that in my own lapse, I can still find a way to sift through the weeds and find peace and harmony within my own inconsistancies:

HYPOCRAZY

There is no other time than my time now. When this time is complete, a new time will begin. In this time, I think to practice those thoughts I preach. Yet my time is linked by certain patterns of life and with these links, I must locate within, the balance between my do and their do. How often does my do become altered by another potential do? There are times when I notice an interception in what I feel is my own thought. This interruption often is the result of the persons I choose to locate within me that special feeling I like to call beauteous.

Yet, upon interaction, often times are my thoughts assimilated, as one, or, I enjoy to make peace and compromise. Where, though, is the balance between the compromise I feel is not threatening? I think Hypocrazy is a conglomeration of past experiences with present thoughtlessness and lack of harmony. How can one honestly choose to combine two such important factors in a healthy form of life? Perhaps there is a blind happiness involved. Perhaps one is negating oneself of the truth? I feel truth should become a central theme in one’s soul, mind, and body.

Although it’s hard to maintain that sense of truth whence the people one chooses to interact with, somehow, barge in on your truth with their own sense of many elements regarding blindness, masking, thoughtlessness, egotism, hypocrazy- while still preaching their own “true” happiness. This is where perception of communication comes in handy for me. I know that when I express myself clearly, respectfully, maturely, and growingly, peace is attained quite simply. And there is a sense of “I know” brought on by past experience life teaching. Although, I do believe that using past experiences wisely, as well as positivity, and, under the correct circumstance, proves more beneficial. Past experience are in a sense, confirmations, but will become rather- complications when used in the more negative opposite form.

Coherency is absolutely necessary in this act, because, of the risk of minor or major miscommunication. This is when one is likely to become hypocritical which can be a serious downfall on one’s purest walk of life. Do as you say and say as you do. Live a life worth growing for rather than regressing to a negative space already experienced.

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TRAFFIC

There’s a lack of connectivity within these strapping conformities. Slice me away from the American Pie, and offer me delux flavors, non-sweet… a salty refreshment on a palate thirsty for an information overload. A momentum only carried by the weight of movement. Standing up with solely the buzz of any creative perception. A tipping point incapable of reaching the top. I orgasm thoughts spilling with sweat, and it doesn’t stop. Ugh! I yearn for this crest of emotion dancing with rainbows, a hologram of positivity- yet willing to open to both sides. A traffic full of synapses… creeping around, sitting here waiting for it to all unfold, bit by bit… and overhead in this space filled air, my controller tells me it’s time to move on. Cranking an inch at a time, I laugh at how I almost fell into the trap. An exhaust reminds me to hold my breath and accept patience to find the next. Peaking over the edge six hundred and sixty six feet high, I feel weightlessness beneath me and I sigh, with a feeling of relief. I could have been her, dressed in pearls, Lamborghini, stiletto heels. But in all the while of a red traffic light, I rendezvoused with the color green. And I remained still. Even in life which go exudes, I watch the view from my window… red, yellow, green. Never seemed to make sense. I can’t stop when I go, nor go when I stop. A teeter-totter doesn’t come with directions! GPS my reality some time, and find yourself looping a round-about with no real need for a light or sign.

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RADIATION LEAKS INTO MY BRAIN

 Well. now that we know the radiation if definitely leaking and will soon be picked up by the westerly winds, after the snow storm they have today/tmrw, we will be in danger of becoming prey to the disaster- please remember that seaweed and iodine are two helpful supplements we can ingest to protect and coat our thyroids - which are the primary entry points in our bodies for radiation poisoning (remember that iodine is not necessary unless we hit rock-bottom)! Let's hope that we don't actually lose control of these plants out there, but, i believe the worst can be inevitable, and we don't really know the the answers to these questions about how to "control" the situation. This could indeed be the "sky is falling" time in our lives- it is time to love and reflect on our lives. It is also time to remember those things we have lost control of, like relationships, for instance. Make your contacts and rekindle your connections, or lack thereof. Even if we do maintain some sort of control over this disaster, this is the best time to come back to ourselves and patch those holes we have let grow out of control. Remember who we are in this world; specs of sand, stars in infinal space, and/or tiny ants working within a universal scale. All we really have is each other. Don't take this as just another mistake- this is for real. It can all disappear in the blink of an eye.

Much luv to you all- I am hoping for the best, but i fear the worst!  

I wrote this in 2004 when the earthquake hit the Indian Ocean and started the most devastating tsunami which took 260,000 lives... far more devastating but not responisble for Nuclear mishaps such as the latest:

TRACE

And time only told how small we are

In comparison to the world we are by far

A spec of sand or a star in space

This world, it could leave is without a trace.

No warning, no tremor, will we hear

Nor will we know when it could all disappear

I am not sure if this concept has been known,

But after the recent story I think we’ve grown

A disaster as such, but perhaps a blessing

A blessing in disguise is the demise I am addressing

My fellow peeps, have you all too often

Thought you were invincible and did you soften

 To the perception that your little bubble of life

Which you call your own little trouble

Was actually just a roaming glance

From someone else and what’s the chance

That they really cared about who

 And where and when and how to chew

Straight through the picture you drew.

I could care less about money and bling

When all I can think to bring

To you is a sense of compassion

For all the people now living on a ration

Of bread and water to stay alive

But who am I? Laying in my bed

A fortunate soul trying to escape the dread

That has creeped into unknowing innocents

After this talk do you now feel an instant sense of relief? Just know it can go

THAT IS MY BELIEF!   ©

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A FINE LINE

Inspire me enough to take a note with me. A lesson in flight of shifting minds and tides. It’s been sometime since I could weigh the odds between water and air. Shifting insanity in my mind with company that infests delicacy. Just add water is the secret to most dilutions. As the tide persuades a forward motion, it takes with it a regression and cleanses a refreshment upon its redelivery. The winds instill a moment of chaos as they erratically shift with no recourse or apparent sense of control- vastness astounds the senses and one may feel helpless. In being mindful of these two elements, I realize that I want to walk the fine line where water meets the earth and feels air for the first time. Riding the surface with a graceful ease. A simple gracious appreciation for my neutrality within my state.  An understanding of the power of giving and taking respect and gratitude. Discover the art of sharing that which we cannot control. Air has its own mind with a shifting design allowing for a misinterpretation. Perhaps this is the beauty of Gemini air quality. No keen ownership to the one soul entity, yet fragment enough to allow peaceful manipulation. The relationship is within the evaporation. In the end, it is all given back with a new conversion willing to come from a place of distinction to a world unfamiliar in its own comforts. A comfort found within all elements is the truest foundation one can devalue simply forgotten in an eager attempt to translate insecurity to a language perceived as a controlled environment. Create your own physical steam and allow the cleanse to alleviate pressure. Release yourself and remain clearly and naturally neutral. FRESH BE AND CLOSER TO BEING ALL ME!  ©

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