Spirit
knows
what the mind
can only guess
Spirit
knows
the unknown
like a bird
knows the air
on the first
day of may
Spirit soars
in the high
up above
and moves
deep down
below
theres other
knowing
but to know
that spirit
knows
lo & behold!
lørdag 21. januar 2012
eSprit
writing
and reading poetry
summons the spirit
to merge
with the art
of creation
& to be one
with the
exalted joy
of
inspiration
there are
moments
when spirit
says what
pleases the gods
and then
there are
moments
when spirit
repeats
itself
chanting
the chant
of repetition
in the eccoing
mountains
of transformation
what?
asked the uncertain of
and the certain
replied:
-not-
for there was
no sure reply
and the answer
was silence
in the void
of nada
however
and reading poetry
summons the spirit
to merge
with the art
of creation
& to be one
with the
exalted joy
of
inspiration
there are
moments
when spirit
says what
pleases the gods
and then
there are
moments
when spirit
repeats
itself
chanting
the chant
of repetition
in the eccoing
mountains
of transformation
what?
asked the uncertain of
and the certain
replied:
-not-
for there was
no sure reply
and the answer
was silence
in the void
of nada
however
dive divine
the beauty
of the snake
in the tree
of life
and
red juicy apples
hanging
from
every branch
promising
a taste
divine
the beauty¨
of the flow
in the river
of creation
and the subtle
sound of
changes
in the air
the the the the
and the unfolding
thereof
therein
thereby
therewith
what?
asked the uncertain
the certain
wich said
nada
of the snake
in the tree
of life
and
red juicy apples
hanging
from
every branch
promising
a taste
divine
the beauty¨
of the flow
in the river
of creation
and the subtle
sound of
changes
in the air
the the the the
and the unfolding
thereof
therein
thereby
therewith
what?
asked the uncertain
the certain
wich said
nada
Flight
Imagination
flies on the wind
of time
through open
spaces
where
spirit
unwinds
in the freedom
of fantasy
singing
liberation
of mind
flies on the wind
of time
through open
spaces
where
spirit
unwinds
in the freedom
of fantasy
singing
liberation
of mind
fredag 20. januar 2012
when its late
Wild horses run across
my garden
making the earth
shake
and my house
quake
i hear indians
yelling like
crazy
and i just
know
the lsd
is kicking
in
& not
just
maybe
if it doesnt
rhyme
theres no
stars
no
blue heaven
and no
sunshine
no music
no vine
but if
it does rhyme
ahh well
its just
smokey
i guess
my garden
making the earth
shake
and my house
quake
i hear indians
yelling like
crazy
and i just
know
the lsd
is kicking
in
& not
just
maybe
if it doesnt
rhyme
theres no
stars
no
blue heaven
and no
sunshine
no music
no vine
but if
it does rhyme
ahh well
its just
smokey
i guess
letters in mind
its not really the story
thats interesting
but rather
the placing
of words
on the canvas
of mental
space
its the facinating
little symbols
wich express
consciousness
in a way
we can understand
and relate to
reflecting our
own inner
voice
by
the
simple
magick
of symbols
on the white
sheets of mind
thats interesting
but rather
the placing
of words
on the canvas
of mental
space
its the facinating
little symbols
wich express
consciousness
in a way
we can understand
and relate to
reflecting our
own inner
voice
by
the
simple
magick
of symbols
on the white
sheets of mind
tirsdag 17. januar 2012
WHO IS THIS PERSON?
HE LIKES TO WRITE POEMS
AND IMAGINE HIMSELF
TO BE A GREAT POET
HE IS NOT YOUR
CLASSICAL MANBOY
WHO LOVES CARS
AND BOOZE
AND HATES FAGS
HE IS NOT LIKE
ANYONE YOU KNOW
YET AT THE VERY SAME TIME
HE MAY RESEMBLE
YOUR QUEER BROTHER
OR EVEN YOUR LESBIAN
MOTHER
HE DOESNT FIT
IN THE ORDINARY
LIFE OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE
YET AT THE SAME
TIME HE IS MORE ORDINARY
THAN ALL OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE PUT TOGETHER
HE IS JUST TOO ORDINARY
FOR SOME PEOPLE
AND MOCKS THE VERY
ESSENCE OF BEING
ORDINARY
BY ENHANCING
THAT STATE OF ORDINARITY
TO A POINT IN WICH
IT BECOMES INTOLERABLE
TO BE...ORDINARY
AND MADNESS
SURELY FOLLOWS
SURELY BECKONS
FOR THE PERSON
WHO NO LONGER
CAN STAND BEING
ORDINARY AND SANE
THIS IS THE WAY
OF THE SPIRIT
TO UNLEASH
THE POWER OF CHANGE
WITHIN THE SYSTEM
WITHIN THE CONSCIOUSNESS
OF ORDINARY MAN
WHO DOES NOT BELIEVE
IN MAGIC
AND MAKES FOR
THE PERFECT
CLAY
FOR THE SPIRIT
OF ARTFUL TRICKERY
AND IMAGINE HIMSELF
TO BE A GREAT POET
HE IS NOT YOUR
CLASSICAL MANBOY
WHO LOVES CARS
AND BOOZE
AND HATES FAGS
HE IS NOT LIKE
ANYONE YOU KNOW
YET AT THE VERY SAME TIME
HE MAY RESEMBLE
YOUR QUEER BROTHER
OR EVEN YOUR LESBIAN
MOTHER
HE DOESNT FIT
IN THE ORDINARY
LIFE OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE
YET AT THE SAME
TIME HE IS MORE ORDINARY
THAN ALL OF THE ORDINARY
PEOPLE PUT TOGETHER
HE IS JUST TOO ORDINARY
FOR SOME PEOPLE
AND MOCKS THE VERY
ESSENCE OF BEING
ORDINARY
BY ENHANCING
THAT STATE OF ORDINARITY
TO A POINT IN WICH
IT BECOMES INTOLERABLE
TO BE...ORDINARY
AND MADNESS
SURELY FOLLOWS
SURELY BECKONS
FOR THE PERSON
WHO NO LONGER
CAN STAND BEING
ORDINARY AND SANE
THIS IS THE WAY
OF THE SPIRIT
TO UNLEASH
THE POWER OF CHANGE
WITHIN THE SYSTEM
WITHIN THE CONSCIOUSNESS
OF ORDINARY MAN
WHO DOES NOT BELIEVE
IN MAGIC
AND MAKES FOR
THE PERFECT
CLAY
FOR THE SPIRIT
OF ARTFUL TRICKERY
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