Sound Fortess

This is the place between dreaming and awake. The place where you still remember dreaming. The cradle where sounds become words, and every word leaves a breath for us to discover.

[damelvr]

Modern Frames, bless you all.

He stuffed his soul with sultanas But the fruit once dried causes A rush like crazy: The bats fly into walls, Women sit like they've just gone blind. So the story goes All these modern woes Clambering Inside But then the matrons Hose us down. Deep down deep. But the bliss does so seep... So silently now, go back to sleep. And running late Is only a game Caught playing idle in the isle. Do you want to shout or rage? Your gladrag is slapping me upside The face. A disgrace that in order For you to saunter with your materials in tow A cow had to lend his hide. Raw hide. Low tide, Let me off this crazy train. And off you get, you lazy swine I am glad that we are bipedal I'm glad we use our thumbs To browse through things Copiously, incessantly, On the train that rides without A line. The games over! Sucking some scum and The rose does come, blooming next To the scattered biscuit crumb, I've lost control Unbalanced insole, I'll fall and taint the petals With my rush of blood. And then I've died a crazy horse.

[damelvr]

Anxiety was trigged as I walked, I recognised it seeping in and distorting my experience. I then realised that if this nature is a dream; I should have a streak of flavour for adventure passing through me. Then it passed through me as I sauntered by, warm with faith. Yes, faith is all I can call it,

So, I cried out my dirty soul It came down and fertilised the dry soil; I’d be suspended here, wishing you to feel this free, Restraints are self imposed Hate is self reflective Lighten up, my fellow soul And Flow.

[damelvr]

Anxiety was trigged as I walked, I recognised it seeping in and distorting my experience. I then realised that if this nature is a dream; I should have a streak of flavour for adventure passing through me, it passed through as I sauntered on; with warmth of faith. Yes, faith is all I can call it.

[damelvr]

Samsara Serenade

What’s good is green today, The shimmering mist amongst them fails, The gong, the sun gleaming Her, earth turning. Come then, what we may see Swirling around on the waves of samsara. We smile now in new light, new life, let it all be because it will be, regardless of we.

The breath you see Try to follow its inward journey. Because! Abiding by the conscious ingrained; Leaves a space in soul stained. Now to not be thinking what we have gained, If you unattach then you have it all; attained!

Lauren Victoria Roberts

A favourite proverb of mine.. ‘Whilst you’re in the body of a donkey, enjoy the taste of grass’ Bön proverb.

It leads me to thinking, in a place where we’re all rampant on the idea of killing our ego… The ego isn’t evil, nothing is after all, and while we’re on the track of after all; nothing is but what thinking makes it so.. Yes anyway, reality, samsara (research if you haven’t seen this word before), so the nature of our reality is dualistic. So don’t try to beat this habitual nature but try to locate the root of your own personal suffering and liberate this ceaseless chain of action/reaction (karma) by simply becoming aware of that reaction that causes this, that, all action for us then to react to again! You see.

[damelvr]

The weight drops And the feather falls, The elements whisper And gather around. To the unfocused It is unfound.

[damelvr]

Wrapped in bellicose bubblewrap

the youth of today are riding on

a camel with a broken back,

and as the sugar canes proceed to snap,

all the produce seeps out of a big black sack.

Ohm scribbled in pink lipstick and

evergreen fades to grey, recognition of

us living here in defunct samsara should

and will eventually liberate, and don't be

blind, don't be scared, let the question marks

exclaim, and languid diamonds only

shine because of the glint from your own eye,

release fear, eradicate doubt, know that

we are right here and we are today.

                              ...

Blurring the lines, god knows we've tried

and will your sustenance precede me?

Proclamations and profanity while

knee deep in serenity, why has

evergreen faded to grey?

The tired, slow toot of an old french horn

leads me to accept birth and decay

and from this moment on, I live day to day

....Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

!Unite!

Hark, now hear- that no angels sang

And your toes won't feel the warmth from the sand

a prowess comes to you but you’re still sleeping

a sultan’s glory opens out to you, but you’re still weeping.

The prize from withstanding the heat

Withdraws when you see nothing to defeat.

Fear dissolves in absolution, flowing from

The dualist into the one, the one

Which needs no explanation, just an inclination,

It’s what we know, what we got, so let's go.  

... Lauren Victoria Roberts

Let's make a change, this Sunday (21st September) the People will March for Climate. I'll be partaking in London but it's happening all over our globe, raise the vibrations... 

http://www.campaigncc.org/climatemarchlondon

[damelvr]

I want you to run

Just a moment, That’s all you are. An eternal one, in constant flux, If that makes you feel any better.

So feel the grass on your feet.

[damelvr]

Beg the Question..

To Know Thyself? Know our bodies? Our desires? Hopes, dreams and aspirations? Our minds? What are all those things anyway..?? 

Why should we remain ignorant of how and why we think? ...Do we know now? Or do we think we know without reaaally knowing? And what part do preconceived concepts play in the formulation of that sentiment? How do our respective cultures help us to define our consciousness? Are these definitions useful to you? What could be replaced? And with what?  

[damelvr]

Nothing Belongs To You

So you are not your body, comprehend this, 

know, and devour the truth 

yet still be based in matter.

Duality shall not pertain,

with firmness continued, once acknowledged.

it all resides in the same, Brahman, his name,

I breathe and grow frustrated, 

but there is no blame, 

no gain, detachment whence yoked

to this prevailing notion, 

actually attaches to perfection, 

breathing locked in a loop, 

I crave this pocket of bliss, to hold me

just being. 

............Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

Namaste

Faith can be restored, and every doubt can be pushed through with the strength from your own voice. Although you are hollow in your wholeness,if you witness the thoughts, they come in and they go, and they are just that, thought streams habitual to the mind, and through focus from the throne, on the breath alone, you will reach, you will attain, and once you find it, Soul, once you know it, Whole, and conscious trips back to One are more frequent, slow down, don't give up. Through the time of hurt and time of war, where science is flawed because it lacks His presence, and religion is flawed because it lacks integrity, frustration due to lack of fruitation occurs, breathe deep, let go, let in, let your focus rest between the brow...slow down

[damelvr]

New Light

The sun fell through the glass, and drowned

my vision gold, and even so you have the

warmest glow. Through your perils of 

hardship seep the tiny drops of change. 

An indefatigable unabridged delight

for living will be ever present, as the 

drops conglomerate below to create a

rising steam of notion, and it's not as though 

any severance is actual, the ribbons of 

all union still tied, fervently, in waking memory

.... Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

Objectivity, and what will be when

When both sides to a metaphor are seen from

one's same sight, and the withdrawal

doesn't seem to fade with daylight,

but when no cogitation occurs; so the

serum of the setup changes, and

direction and perfect flow is born.

Accept blame for thyself but do not 

be strident with yourself, for there isn't a 

need for it, comfort in the bleeding,

pain of thought receding..

.... Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

Our/My/Their Ego

put yourself aside,

like it or not you're always including yourself

even when you're not

and you'll protect yourself no matter what

remember remember

the course of action tastes so sweet

when you knock yourself off your feet

ready or not we're all connected

you only hate because it's innate

to worry how we are externally

.....Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

Tide creeping closer

Avaunt Ye Faithless!!!!

Leave me here then, why don't you?

I'm over encumbered

Over exalted

are the memories we make-

even memorable at all??

Please keep your voice down,

I never promised you your crown.

You voyaged here on the back of yourself

So help yourself,

Are you trying?

.........Lauren Victoria Roberts

[damelvr]

A brief introduction..

So the exposure then, to the simple truths, have left me happily confounded. I mistook the frustration and the lack of waxing lyrical on paper, or via mouth for that matter, as a negative. Only now, as I focus my energy to my throne, betwixt the brows, the holiness I feel in me helps me see the same light in others, altruism borne from focus upon the self, could that be classed as ironic?  

Hello.

[damelvr]

Will The Velvet Cover Me, Too?

Life breeds no meaning, when you're tied to your feeling

and it's all silver and fleeting, still you're hiding in your unweaving.

And today I felt seven times that I was blessed, and each time

a new rhyme came to my head, and I thought as much

as to incidentally concoct a mindache

and too frequent are my deprecations.

So will the velvet cover me, too?

and it comes from two, and a few more from you.  

Even with so many voices rolling into one,

the puzzle melts, never to be undone

to start anew, claim afresh, what is done

proceeds the next, with filth and soreness,

that's too far forgotten, due to the conceptual

nature of fleeting feeling, and the well

ends with not many things floating, in the puddle

that seeps into the brown earth below, years

of pressing, tired from trying, so natural

to become aglow, when you see the actual,

objective natural, is easy to know, just

one shift and you're there, just one hit and you're there.

Two fruits that grew putrid, in my own

frustrated melancholic demeanour, is it

adding purity? If I have always known this

thickening silence, I have known then, and them themselves,

and I swung from their every word, and hung onto their everything

in light of finding myself holding onto nothing at all,

I bled then

fervently, the flame blowing this way, then that,

and so i'll let you in.

........Lauren Victoria Roberts