This life's journey is strange
Beautiful , terrifying.
It sends you on each whim to a new place
  So eager to please unformed desires and satisfying new joys

The love is so great and eager and
 has no limits but our own

We dream our joy and ecstasy into being.
 In our unguarded moments doubts become fears . These too come to light; and playgrounds acquire thrilling shadows; edges.
  we forget who is 'I AM '
Then edges become darker.more ominous.

....we breed what devils us

The epilogue

Only when unbound can we create.
Only when chained can we serve
Only in LOVE can we truly Be
Our destruction comes in straight line magic
Dominion and boundaries
Closed gates and control
The end of all is when the law is made by the lawless
When truth is traded on the butchers hooks
When all thought is guarded
And seeing is a curse

I was ill for a while
Dis -eased
I enjoy the word play ,the world play
Things inside me had to out.

 Painfully

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is just like a little childs safety blanket

(U are all knowing

 Raised Full of deceit

Preserving lies).selah

Then i had terrible dreams
Arid landscapes , quenched of true feelings ,filled with... Colorful ..yet static skies. No wind blows ,yet there is motion.

Dreams in which the dead are grim ,mute and this is called (?)life

Dreams in which there are no more dreams

No colour.no wonder.no joy
Just comfortable routines

Your regular sunday shows and video game levels

No terrors
No awe
 No joys
No visions
No wonder nor muse

 Just trillions of strip mined souls reduced to commodity and convenience

And order reigns

Yes

ORDER REIGNS



I have never felt so much despair

In this moment
In this and every now
 accept and embrace
Its ok that you.are.you
 If only you truly do this in complete selfhonesty
Hands in the cookie jar and all.
If you do
Seeing yourself as you truly are.
No masks .no lies
Not that the masks are not beautifully crafted, iridiscent jewels
Detailed elegance
Of what u hide from or wish to be.
Samsara
The magic of illusion
You create them.
Don them
And walk in your mysteries and secrets
Playing the stage Avant-garde

Tell all your stories. Not just the one.
Be convincing. But poor you, if you of all,get convinced!