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Id dissipate to rays if the tightness in my cavity were lost Anxious of peace Peace breaths out anxiety Filled and spilled Categorized and locked in Rest to voids Filled with Blank

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Feels felt fights in my fading light
Id dissipate to rays if the tightness in my cavity were lost Anxious of peace Peace breaths out anxiety Filled and spilled Categorized and locked in Rest to voids Filled with Blank
You are not the past and I can't find you
Breath out bubbles of Galactic time Pop them with finger nails of hope To enter the magnetic resonance Where I will be waiting for you The place where we first started And finally end The sea never crashed so many lonely waves Crashing at my wait Sounds pulling my drumming entity Did you find the soap and wounds to pull bubbles out of your mind I sent them in the past Who were you then
Taxes are obsolete when value is declared infinite
Sell gold Sell dust Sell sand Sell rocks Sell oceans Sell trees Sell dirt Sell ink Sell colors Sell death Sell dreams Sell me so you can reap life And I will transcend above Gald to abandon sales
Summer heat is like two broken fans
I can see through the smoke The fog traps the heat Electricity Magnet you Push and pull me Take the motor apart Fixing fan boxes Making it art Deconstruct my person The vessel moves My soul piolets Bones Tissue Emotional nerves The soul is placed In placement forever Plugging into outlets The fan wont turn The blades stuck Frozen in july Fix us like the two fans broken in summer
So if I dry up will you water me
Please note excuses Members of memory Keepers of past It's OK to Bloom
[[[[Having all necessary desired elements = perfection = eternity ]]
[[[[Having all necessary desired elements = perfection = eternity ]] 👁🌀🌑🌕🔮〽🔥💨❇❇◻◼▫▪▫▪◻◼〰🔄🔃🔂🔃🔁🔃🔄🔊🔊 👁🌀🌑🌕🔮〽🔥💨❇◻◼▪▫▪▫◼🔮〰🔄🔂🔁🔃🔄🔊🔊 (For Christian)))) Together we are dense fibrous tissue Evolving consciousness Entrusting our energy glue atoms Completion of the self Within our connections together Visible anatomical awareness Traveling boundless abysmal dark space Awakening our souls At the vibration of our collaborative Wavelength desire to coexist vibration of existence echoed response to the etching in our souls destination each other Traveling Silent alienated alone bringing into being penetrating trenches For the static adjunct state I am alive with you.
Murder of the crow
She woke up one morning all alone. She searched all over town to find her love. He was nowhere to be found. She woke up one morning all alone, "Oh where did he go?" She couldn't fathom where he was hiding. She still felt his spirit everywhere. He left his body to show her that love is blind. She cried and cried because she never got to say bye, never to kiss him once more. She cried and cried because she knew he loved her and she loved him and he must have left for her. He left his human selfish pleasures for her. He sacrificed it all, gave her his all, body and soul. Her payment for this, to sleep alone and empty on her Side. No arms to hold her. No warm touches. All she had now was the cold winter air and the only warmth she felt was tears down her cheek. She asked herself ever night, "why? It's not fair I feel him with me. How can I open my eyes and see? I can feel your love. You're not here and your nor there." She wanted to die. Where do we go when we don't know how to be? "Please open my eyes and let me see you. How could you do this to me?" She thought back to when love was true, they stopped time, and both felt like birds with love flying free. Nothing else existed except those two. He disappeared from her eyes. He left her brain. Only remains were memories burrowed into heart pumping veins. She pumped is memory in her blood when she looked at the art pinned to the wall.She woke every morning to crows screaming as her alarm clock. Empty bed, empty body. Her only sensation to remind her that that she was I've were the crows screaming painful stabs into her eardrums. There was nowhere to hide from the waves that break her eardrums and no one to mend her soul. She locked herself inside living in pain. She began to plan to how to die. picked a date. Finally death day arrived and she tore the art from the walls. The crow screamed louder than ever and blood dripped down her cheeks. "Aye Fuck you." She screeched to the crow causing all this pain. She looked at the draped window. She hadn't wanted to see the crow, she'd rather see tears and blood, but today was death day and she was ready to say goodbye. She thought, "If I can't get the courage to look at this crow I'd been hiding from, how can I get courage to kill me?" She was ready and desired to see that crow she'd been hiding from. Pulling back the drapes her eyes met the crow's. In an instant her eyes turned black and all she could see what the crow. She felt complete. Her love had turned to a crow, he was staring at her, calling to her from the tree, he had been all winter long through the snow and fog. The screams were no longer screams but acoustics of love. He told her, "crows are spies, they all murder and tell each other the lies behind human eyes." Now she knew who she was and where to go. Love is observation, love is admiration, love is crows, crows sing for love. When the crows song disgust you, you've forgotten admiration. When the crows noise can't be heard you've forgotten observation. Crows sing for love. Crows sing for love. Crows sing for love. She woke up one morning as a crow.
Glad we are connecting
You are a gift and gift the world when that moment of expression is done through a medium of connectivity. It's difficult through top notch chicken pecking screen earned security mind holding laaaazzze comforting connection . Wonder what real real real 13 matrix virtually holes deep we are. Invisible fibers, static electrical current, fuzzy sensations on my brain and body, tingling itch. Connection is dreams awareness to be livid . God I sound lik some fucking book bot weirdo Inflection ,poise, tone volume, so many sound waves needed for.me to really be me.
WHISPERS IN MY HEAD
Pain, spining, chaotic tales awakening my mind. You are forever art defined. Electrical sparks growing out in vines defining self, illusioned stories birthing in space, making my place existence igniting the pulse of all Creating memories of reality I choose not to fall Stories Once filled with us currents of love and our meaning Soaring softly in time waiting on pause, bleeding out my vines Pumping light in darkness Hit play, relive, revive. Alive. Repeat For us Eternal ripples Never destroyed Energy with me not the void space holds my puzzle and where we fit as one without you I Transcend into static forever alone Bleeding out mousey screehes Echoing vibrations take me home Death, eternal, stagnate, state Aware, awakening, create I'll push play, bleeding out for you relive, replay our design Dancing memories of inspired Iza flowing through her she yours and mine I miss you more than The blood in my vines Our moments forever In Beautiful eyes, looking Love grew from me and you
New year's of life of New of year's of life of ...you get it
Awake : Too early, to real, to fantasy . too much for the crutch abrupt, what,? when,? what ?? who,?? when??. play is play,. Vibrations all day Echoes etched waves, make our stay. who gets to own time,? who gets to own Reality?? Just a number, just a vibrate, just a number to relate. recognized as what we choose to make. What's here at stake, us against the painful life we call. Awake . Sorry I was awake and woke.you
Used And there is nothing wrong Used A tight string pulling at me by my master Used I forgot how to be Used I really thought you wanted me Used Eyes, soul, play, time , essence Take me Used me Throw my body into the wind Take me apart for you to Love me
For us to love again
Disparity mixed with you gives it Meaning Impromptu So You Can Love me
Gotta do it
You gotta do it
Playing with lines
Waiting for your buzz Sliding wax across Tree compiled sheets Covering myself in a world Abstraction I'll add a figure Something so you can Find Me I love you I miss you Hold me
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Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
Marianne Williamson - ๑The Realm of Awakened Vibrations ๑ (via awakenedvibrations)
I love you
I want to be Lost