Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Agrippa

 



In the morning she did rise

with the sun at there side

a special grace was called on thee

a flip in the air

a handy little breeze

a treat of delight for all eyes to see

live through the airs

as minds bind the Vulcan way

through the day a face does change

542 or maybe it was 3

a feeling in the space 

a vibration not common place

where we reach deep

with light above

as we tunnel truth

through minds eyes

an intrusion for sure as you might need an alibi




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story




Inshallah




How do you explain to normal Americans, there was a revolution, it was a while back...you watched on tv. We joked about what season of, America we were on as the world tumbled into non organic (man made) chaos.  

"Show me proof!" I hear from the front of the room, a snide fake face a glamor of rot through and through

I find myself on repeat 


There is no civility in war. We revolutionize 


They fenced the Capitol in and had the National Guard point the weapons at the people as they installed Joe Biden. 

Wow, you would think that would be all you would need to see. Oh you want to talk about the Epiphany of January 6 and on the 8th day they cut off his virtual head, it was something wasn't it, so many angles to choose from to tel so many stories, so many videos wouldn't ya know. All the red white and blue, a set made with scaffolding, and cameras, actors, and extras...were paid too, now real people were imprisoned for an insurrection they masked over with a virus they made the vector most humans. 

Did you want a reminder of a moment in time where they shut down the world and made you afraid? They shut the world off. When they turned it back on...it was a 180, a revolution. 

An assassination attempt on Trump, it should have been perfect, made for prime time. 

And in true American breed banana republic style the party of the democrats have just discovered they love Kamala now. get on the wagon folks, don't worry if it tips over and you fall out there's another right behind with a face for a camera and another voice for which you to obey.

I bring all this up because I need a little focus here, the Olympics are stupid, it's not just a distraction before you...I have thousands of stories...it's just a reminder they hate you and they can do what ever they want to do...and you can not stop them.

They are waltzing and drinking champaign while you toil your hands as they ask for your money so they can shove more traffic fines from cameras all over down your throat, all of them just to control you, cattle of information to fine, tax, buy, and sell. A mouth they don't want to hear from, a face they would kick on a curb a pay back for nothing you did, its just envy and blame, the children of Hate, laying eggs in your sacred church.  

It was just the other day, I believe a Friday, unofficially everything became official





















Monday, July 29, 2024

War Party

 


Into the smoke the parties begun

dig down deep

discover a new kind of fun

the voice behind the wall throws you a call

air so cold and then it gets hot

moving around you a tiger looks back 

is that the khan that's keeping track

pale dead eyes

flesh putrid and gray

once life like the lamb 

a sacrifice will be made

licking his lips look inside

into nothing 

no where to hide

left hand raised

is that a horn on the ear

it's almost day

sun will rise

you might not see it trough the haze

it's always there


Hear the bray

wolf gang call

the trickle of the sacred stream

theuerb

a conversation inside a song











Friday, July 26, 2024

After The Year 2020

 


After the year 2020 nothing was the same. I came to have no patience with the mundane and the surface; all I saw was rot and lies. It wasn't in just the public sector/talking heads, I dread saying ruling sector but alas...a Citizen is what we found out we were not and Subjects we were. We get to drink recycled sewage waste and they sell our drinking water and you have no say, oh, let us not bring up taxes you pay for the poisons you ingest. The lies and rot came not just from an inept administrative class and those that felt a higher moral right to order others, it seeped into families and individual souls. If I could express in words where people with heads wrapped and faces covered, black uniforms on, skateboards in hands as they thrash and set fire to buildings with people in the them, as a handsome head full of perfect teeth flashes on the screen, "...it's mostly peaceful." How do you top that? so in the face full of disrespect to the intelligence of a 7 year old?...over and over they top it and more, from the removal of a Tsar to the installment of their new order, to saying 'be kind' after they wished death on a segment of society that didn't want to inject their body with an unknown substance...drink the koolaid went world wide, next level.

How does one describe a moment in time where people go to prison for praying? ...and you have a segment of society so lost in nuance they say it wasn't for praying, it was for trespassing. I typed that out and realized how lost that would be on a person with no God goodness in them, "...and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive others..." as they are killing babies. but what do I know

After the year 2020 I wondered what other wool they had pulled over our wolf eyes, as we are all but animals underneath, farmed and chatteled, as grotesque as it sounds. I dug till my fingers had reshaped themselves becoming rough and down to deep in the earth. Through tunnels and down channels none others passed through door and windows, crevices and cracks I scooted down stairs to places rooted in the sun, where cool water trickles in the dark. 

How does one describe a moment in time where most modern day science and telling of history was a wrong way path down a road of enlightenment but the light was a torch only showing one path, pray tel, who lit the way? 

After the year 2020 I knew everything was untrue and to believe what I saw too. 











Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





Thursday, July 25, 2024

Death Here.

 


Death here, "I will come for you." 

I start with such a turn as you read with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed then what may I ask?


A story here to pass the time with lessons so easy to pantomime.

You crumble when one of you passes, always a surprise, you act like a life long with disease made from poisons you inject is better than the quickness of a thoughtful catch.

The dead they do rise a walk sometimes slumped a desire of Gods love paralyzes their minds.

This is an important part of the party plan from long before said in words you thought you could ignore. Noses were erased and a vectored virus infected the world, you think you need to see rivers of blood and fish fall from trees? Is that what you need to know what to believe? 

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, she wore a cape smooth with a constant ripple, the colour of a forest thats seen no light of day and tucked yearning to be seen shining streaks of sun winning in the sheen.

"Please climb aboard my zodiac, we can handle your weight. We shall See this river tell a story of your life full of freedoms of choice no matter the excuse you throw to deflect. 

Let's start out with ease as I push off from the bank, I've seen you in full from the moment you became movement and you didn't imagine it would be as strange as this, but here we are your life as you lived it. Let me turn on a light of amber so you can see this channel where water flows with windows and doors carved deep in the folds. Shadows of familiar faces in long ago places I let you lament the choices of time as we pass them by as this story is one of strangers you shunned and berated.

There was an incident not long ago where you were scared for your life for there was something in the air. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when the air is the enemy and the person that breaths is to blame and scared you are to die, for no life you lived, so you slander and damn as you cower and cry. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when you wished to erase those that exist because they breath the same air and you desire it not to be because you were told so. The turning point of life and death when you had an invocation to chain those down that only wished to walk around. 

Place you I will back on the banks of the real world where ol' regular joe, every don dick and harry, assassinations and elections, lies braided in with lies, where evil walks around a hand on a baton, the real world of terra and earthly consequences because you now tell people to be kind after you wished Death upon them. Here I am. 

You will wake and think it be a dream floating down the river styx where Death an old crow sick of everyone's shit. On terra though and wake you are, you will find those most scared vilify and use the weak as shields for fodder, there is no ducking the roosters holla, the wolves will feast there is not net but Gods to weave it close together.

You thought it would be a simple spin but prey tel what dimension is this twist, God and Angels do exist, along with Death and her river Styx. A sacrifice that's not yours to give like those of the babies even vogue and authorized by whom do we ask? "...as their blood is used to no avail..."

I started with such a turn as you know there is no escape alive judgments happen on sea and on land. 

Death will come for you; now with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed do you see why they said, "Why would they be kind...you wished Death on thee." 

Death here.











Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Star Date: Twenty Three, Seven, Twenty Twenty Four

 


Alexandria I See that before me

time now to stand and free the flow 

it stops naught one but two

it never is the sum

until the streets are over run

how does she say

with haste to light the way

here on terra 

a tie does come undone

Inshallah

Friday, July 19, 2024

Butterfly Moves

 


this barrier she wears a cloak of green that none can see

she sails through halls footsteps mute 

black and white etched in minds as she passes by


butterfly's move down from there they flap their wings and move the wind on the arm of the bedouin 


the screech of the birds over head

the smell of animal waste hangs in the cool wet air that light hasn't hit although it be day

a peacock strides by a neck so long it seems to have been stretched

iridescent matter captured at every angle

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Analysis of A Moment

 


I feel the waters rushing through me, flowing here and rushing there, my mind it works in circles faster and faster so hold on to the frey. Let's spin down together as fast as we can, details aside you can see the plan. 

Recall those days back in Georgia, 

car bombs

microwave weapons 

the sweet sound of the range

 and a sky to move freely through 

except for the sticky in the air


Everything is on the table when you have an out come that will be, that someone is, "willing to be".

Now start thinking, really thinking of the obscure, the 'out of this worlds', the 'no way's', 'did they do that and get away with it', and some 'no way that's real's'. 

Cause you just saw some live

Now out of the box and in to the cauldron where we spin and stir and make black pills

Trump hasn't chosen a decent member of his crew in how long? Has he ever? Bill Barr? Pence? (his public relations women are good, at what they do.) 

His running mate is announced after an assassination attempt.

His running mate worked in* finance, not what you think of as finance, the selling of information kind of finance.

Take some more black pills Kristin

The people that poisoned humanity with a man made vectored virus...walking free...but please tone down the rhetoric.

How many talking heads got in front of eyes, where ears could hear and said, 

"the unvaccinated shouldn't be allowed to walk in society."-in so many words. 

How many regular, normie people repeated it?

The Republican National stuff is a joke, and Trump is the head of that joke now, with teamsters the head speakers; for fucks sake, as Elon gives mucho dinero, the same one that opens bay doors then turns off cameras.

Take some more black pills Kristin

Joe Biden has Covid and the President of Mexico is a Jewish woman. Stop it. How many assassination happened before their election?

The State lies about every number concerning goods and services and indexing them to manipulate our financial system, meanwhile that the system we have to move through...don't for get it was our governments that made the world stop, so they could redirect it. 

If you saw an Angel before you in the sky, floating, would you believe it? 

If someone showed you fire falling from the sky what would you think it would be, space debris or rocks? 

They have cameras every where from FedEx trucks to parking lot corners, the front and back of your communicator and some even your stove. The criminal is who they want it to be not the ones that do the harm to thee. The other day our local news 'celebrated' the 18th kia steal smh and grab...3 days later I think it's 20 now. Why are Kia and Hyundai not fixing the theft problem with their vehicles...

I no longer think mistakes are made.

Malice is at hand.

So here we are on this random day in July, in the year 2024.  




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





As they tether bitcoin to the US dollar. 





I feel the water rushing over me and not a care I have for this world, for here or there it's somewhere else as the rose of Sharon blooms.

Wednesday, July 17, 2024

HiCAT

 


The game they play. 

The war I am in.


I had on the Republican National Convention for a bit last evening...

The RNC is having speeches...

"Yeah Trump!"

"Better economy!"

"God Bless our troops!"

...Normal shit they have been doing for all these years, pretending and bloviating...The former President was almost assassinated (and the State isn't even trying to hide they probably not only had a hand and also don't care because they understand they are at war and you don't), he's prosecuted endlessly as are regular citizens who are imprisoned today, at the States discretion of course, by State and the federal government. State run schools weaponize children against their parents...should I go on? Joe Biden threatened* US citizen/subjects with f16's and they fenced in the Capitol when they installed him...and pointed their weapons out. 

The President (for how long this this gone on and stop pretending it will always be this way) is a figure head, his team isn't really in charge. The deep State, which one? The administration/bureaucracy? Alphabet? Bankers? Something else entirely, that's worse. 


I hardly see any one with eyes open to the seriousness of the situation.

 

Vote harder, buy another gun




One day I will tell you a story

Be still and listen




The year was 2001, it was the middle of September and the twin towers had been raised. 

    The gold Mercedes sedan pulled to the gate at the edge of the bridge, two lions standing guard, two more at the other end. The driver, a soldier but not dressed as one, opened the door and stepped from the vehicle and the warm salty air about to turn met the cold recycled conditioned air. The passenger, a young woman opened her window so she could hear the men, "the mirror sees where we can't." She would have called him Captain obvious but the boy was all but 19 with 3 stripes and an important roll to play, he was guarding important things. Everything had changed since she had last traversed this bridge, the gate now active and the uniform was now all business. The war business looked fresh on the guard but it had always been at hand.

    The year was 2002, it was some time in February that seemed to have drawn on to March. We had to make our way to the embassy again, another interview for another stamp by a person we would meet again down the road in another land across a sea, for another stamp. An impediment of bureaucracy had kept us long but the importance of the trip, the diplomacy involved and the package more precious than most could grasp. Then went boom and we were whisked away to our gated haven, all stamps instantly approved.

    The year was 1996, it was a hot June day, I had just dropped him off at the terminal where they would take flight, have a stay in Khobar, then off to war.

    The year was 1991, it was a cool January day in Florida, we had had word that it would be quick and then done. 

    The year was 1979, it was November in the Middle East and the Sultans birthday was upon us. The air filled with out bursts of brain storms, dry of ideas and whispers of plans inside plans. The guard at the gate had help now as the 3 buildings that towered him had trained marksmen upon them. The thump, thump, thump, of the Hueys in formation flew over on schedule, morning, noon, and night. In the late after noon you could sometimes smell the metal in the air and taste of iron on your tongue. 

    The year was 2010, 

it was early June,

 the rumble of the rocket reverberated through the air 

as it hit the helicopter in mid air. 

They didn't all die at once, 

he had to wait for death.

    


The year is 2024

 you are in a war.

The State is at war with the people

It is a soft war

It is a hard war

It is an in-between war

It is an information war

It is a communications war

It is a war on your sovereignty 

It is war on your health

It is a war on your children

It is a war for families

It is a war for your ability to say no

act like it.





Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Star Date: Sixteen, Seven, Twenty Twenty four

 


The word we weave we spell we plan and we pray time will tel


into the mist round to spin 

feel the soft wet upon your skin

the sky falls dark 

her 

not there

a soft glow of gold holds you in the air

you can feel the lift of the wind that binds you 

every movement tethered to find you

all the eyes see through the wind 

8 legs feel

it's time to start the end





Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story





Always dressed to fit in she weaved her way through the grounds 

on a thread not to be found silent up and through the trees and then back down

she did sweetly sit upon his knee with out an earthly sound she sang

a song for none before her till the time was done it would wait to be heard as one










Monday, July 15, 2024

Kinematics

 

Please always forgive my oddity here and there for the share is better with bits of flair; always have your rockets take off at night unless they are that which are the light.


May I take the bull by the horn?

The Position

A red cape floated waving in the air.


"You see patterns where others don't"

- Eric Weinstein 

on Joe Rogan 

to Terrance Howard.



You must put your imagination level flush to fantastic please, science fiction parallel, graci. 


...


The Velocity


I don't know what the year was, women wore dresses and men wore suits, side walks were swept and books were kept, I'm not even sure how many languages were spoken, Greek and Latin was alway a token. 

The floors were smooth and milky with marble of gold flushing through and they radiated a coolness. The chairs and lounges had arms made of dark carved wood and velour, colours of a halcyon in a pressed pattern. The air was fresh but some how smoke would waft and leave no mark, there was a vibration in the air of a musical tone, not drums or electric, a sound you could only feel. The hushed voices of aww, delight and confusion filled the empty space. 

A complicated problem at hand in this year as information that was born long ago had been validated to be true. Histories retold as the real world of fiction was about to explode for a lie they had been stold. 

"Where to begin is always a question of time."

The men and women in the room were an array of sorts but all had one thing in common, they believed, had knowledge, and also understood. They wore robes of black, one red, and another brown, others white, some had their head covered, turbans, yamaka, habits and more, some no faces could be seen, and then another a mask of metal draped across her eyes and nose with eyes black as coal. Then there were still more, a woman in a mans suit, woven brown with treads of orange, and then there was a man with swords and a dagger shaped of a dragon, draped across his waist, his arms comfortably at rest upon them. 

1"How do we teach the world this?"

                        6"What access do we have to each individual on the planet?"

                4"Eyes with which to see and ears with which to hear."

                        6"What access do they have to each individual on the planet?"

                    5"They can reach everywhere, anywhere." 

                            7"How long do we have?"

                    5"Time and space doesn't exist, you do though and you don't too."

            3"If we could get into the minds of...everyone."

1"What if we could impress upon the mind through the eyes..."

1"The printing press."                    

                    5"We have wave/matter access now."

                                            11"We knew long ago to keep track of old ways, capture the books until the time of the day. Here we are upon us a time, we thought mythical stories we had it wrong in our minds."

                                    9"We need to put the lines in the sun, keep them apart from the sum.  Know that evil is real as well as we know the Good."

1"Communication system with branches that have different capabilities/reaches, we still have to work in parameters of our own knowledge while we work beyond how we know. Nothing is what we thought it was."

                    5"Evil exists, it will grasp you as we walk our paths to meet back up, none of us, even the most wise can understand what that is until that moment. It will touch you." 

...


The old ways are deep in the threads and we can unwind them and put them back together.


...


What might have been 600 years later or maybe even just 6. 


"Everything is touching because all waves are connected as a vibration through time." "What if you could really learn through osmosis." "That would be a neat trick, I hug you and learn maybe not everything about you but pertinent information." "What if we could hook up every typewriter and see what it said, every word sketch on paper ever query in the air..." 

"How the sun waves travel through the skin and light our minds eye."

                            7"fast thinkers, all the libraries of every thought through time."

1"why"

                            7"So we can control what they see and hear."


The Acceleration 


                    5"What about mind trigger, we have wave/matter access now.""


...


 The old ways are deep in the threads and we can unwind them and put them back together.


...


Simple connecters you are aware...I just like to put it out there for my Self to See as well, because many minds gathered are more knowing than one.

What satellites do in orbit, is relay information on a controlled level. I know you know this, please hang on. The Inter-net is a connective path way into other peoples thoughts/ in to the human mind- grasp that for its complexity. 

May I intercept this thought and insert that the google algorithm which youtube is part, which is Alphabet and nothing exists in true* form with out the States approval. The military industrial complex is multifaceted and not always State approved, but always approved by the State. 


Let me go back to the Inter-net
Knowledge is power, whether knowledge of land when farming, the sea when sailing, or precise language in coding. There is also knowledge over others when information is hidden from them to manipulate them, or strategically doled out depending on the want of out come or the experiment of just wanting to see what one will do, like a mouse in a cage, we've all been played. Where is the understanding?


...


"You see patterns where others don't"

- Eric Weinstein 

on Joe Rogan 

to Terrance Howard.



.

Eric Weinstein, friend of infamous others, MIT mathematician with an interest in dimensional space; The Theory Everything: Geometric Unity (those that thought themselves peers laughed at him) once a managing director for Thiel Capital, member of the Galileo project...


"I wanna design a skatepark around these."

"Yeha...those sharp surface things are gonna get people fucked up."

"Yeah!"

Slight pause

"How ya doin' Eric?"

"Alright Joe, you?"

Terrance in the back ground away from the mic making a bit of noise...

"This is the hard part for me."

"This is the fun part."..."Watching you squirm."

...man giggling, "This is an elaborate hoax."

"My whole life is an elaborate hoax."


"add A to itself, Terrances root x D = C", now I'm trying to make crazy ass shit happen out of this math you have presented me; it's the other way around. "Terrance X, Terrance root, Terrance square."

"Multidimensional space"

"The non linear encodes the linear"

Eric on Joe is a limited hang out. 

This was four hours and a bit of a Joe Rogan show, if Joe Rogan is enjoying himself on his program it's usually about a three hour show, and Joe was not...active let's say in the discussion, mostly it was Eric and Howard, an actor...

"You wanted to have fun and you wanted a show and you got big"-Eric

"That's why you are here big daddy."-Joe to Eric 

"We have a crisis where people don't know what to believe."

...acceleration of any unknown parts of the system 

can be determined...

for further details, see analytical dynamics.




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





  

"Here, take this golden chain, links bound with out a mark and don't let go; the pathways are plenty with tined forks of three, dark and foreboding. This golden chain will guide you so when you get to what you think is the end you can grab the bull by the horn and make your way back, or perhaps you go deeper..."

"This journey many travel, most come back and forget, then go on with their lives or they pretend what they saw was not real. Then there are the others."









Mortals think on only one level.




Thursday, July 11, 2024

St Benedict



I write in a state of disappointment in man kind. 

I look around at the world, this earthly plane, I see rot draped in goodness and rot draped in goodness plastered with badges of lies. I see envy and blame being taught by and to every tom dick and harry. People that pray in the way ofor the unborn are prosecuted and abortion is glorified in Truth. If you ask why, most make excuses if they call themselves by ways of the Sons name. I know I say it often but government agencies poison actual real peoples bodies, minds, and souls with pharmaceuticals and chemicals they say are safe, mental health treatments that make most at best weak and pathetic, easy to manipulate, as they feed you evil over airwaves. What do you do with a mass of people that are so lazy and unlikable because they weare told they weare special and people are kind. 

I hear 'stop being divisive' but sadly people were pushed out overton windows, defenestrated if I may, when they were told to put masks over their faces because some one else was made to be scared, or helpful in the most tyrannical way and they still don't see themselves having any need to change...because they repeat, the science changed; it's insufferable, disingenuous, and yes, evil, haven't you noticed, healthy* people are dropping dead after getting this magical elixir brought to you buy pick you corporation that never pays a price, "Oh, did you hear about the new shot?! You just lose weight, you don't have to do anything. All you do is take this shot for the rest of your life on a whatever bi basis, yeah so you lose bone density, the earth is ending anyway you should look good while it happens...oh, yeah your food just sits in your stomach and rots there for days because your intestines have been paralyzed or whatever"...sounds fun and please don't kink shame. 

We speak of kindness but this system fines and declares a felon the corporation of Boeing...for the deaths of how many hundreds of people and not one executive will go to jail for saving $ on a screw. Not one real live person will be punished appropriately, the head of the whole shibang...whateves bitchs. 

What breaks my heart the most is those that see the way and walk from it or preach away from it. One day let us speak of humane and inhumane and mayhaps you will See on different planes. 



Meanwhile in low earth orbit...it's too late, read the ahead, war is above and all around. 




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story




I recall days long in time where they taught of fire you could not extinguish, it draped the sky and lit the earth, the water all did turn red. The passion of Her Sacred Heart, from which all graces flow. 



here I come,

come one,

come none,

for naught if zilch

where I See in the firmament

another bites the dust

down under

here I levitate 

in your dreams

I catch you through the seams

beams of blue and green

with waves of dread




The screaming of humans with flesh of fire is a sound not to be written, almost a vacuum of space, time always wants to forget. 

The year was 2024 and there was war everywhere where people could ignore. 

She was wearing loose over alls the colour of a deep sea before a storm, a garden worker uniform, short unfussy hair with grey at the sides, with poppy red boots made of rubber to protect her feet from the rebel that is terra. A bead of water she could feel, as it balanced on a few hairs on her left ear. 


PAX

C

C   S   S

N  D  S  M  D

P   M  B

L



Pure of heart I knelt and said the sacred words from my head

through arches of time we walk a circle in a fine line

Thank you God for all you have given

I pray the seeds sewn find the light and reach the heavens

 












Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Matryoshka

 


The old crow cawed 

A stream of stars

A coo from the dove

do you know how many wars they fight above

below

all around you


I wish to say I want to be above the fray 

alas I have to bray I'm here to stay

Till time it ends and then begins

I chose right now

an electric sin


I once did say

a mess you did make

rot all around

death you can not shake


After the fall

of pin prick pals

poison seeps


come one

come all


A1





Holy ÐºÐ°̏моли

To say nothing of....

Here I list, 

it's the old slavic way



The things they* say you should not talk about because they are distasteful is what you should talk about. 

Why do people murder

Why do people maim

Why do people ignore the tyranny and the lore

Why do things happen the way they do

it's kinematics and it's up to you

 




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





mothers watch

shiva stalks














 

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Meaning Not Matter

 


The hall smelled dusty and old, not like leather bound books but of layers of dirt gathered over the years with path ways rats made to get here and there. Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, she moved through the corridor as if none of it existed but her. She wore fitted pants, that landed 3 inches above her ankle, the colour of a jungle floor that hasn't seen the sun since the trees began and a t-shirt, black, always dressed to fit in just in case someone catches a glimpse of layer of space that hardly a one and zero is no sum knows exists. The door way was wide open, she could hear the sound of a deep throated sleep and as she got closer, the aroma of disinfectant started piercing her nostrils, with a hint of North Indian curry in the air. The old Witch crow walked through the door way, grounded to terra but levitating just above, and there she was, her suit a pale beige, boring and nondescript, a cover for the skin of a dead woman on a short break of policy making to cull a disease. The short blond hair, coiffed in a style of curlers and fuss, cocked to the left, her neck loose in a dream state...In front of the woman, that seamed layers of skin sewn together to make a kin was on a desk, paper upon white papers with writing the meaning not matter.


The old Witch crow 

with silver at her tips did the whisper

in the ear of Ursini's cocked head

the name from deep in the sea

she did hear

a number it may be

down stream bear the child's cry

when thy close thee eyes

a dread to recall till the time

as heaven meets earth

a fold in space

time is 

now



The rain hit the ground with a soft pat pat pat as the air cooled around her, flowing faster and faster until it looked still.




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story












Monday, July 1, 2024

Praenomen

 


Into the flow  

she pushed and swam

turned upside down 

letters in the sand

Can you feel the rush of the silky cold water against your skin, there is a space if you can find it in the down ward stream where electricity flows up ward, there you can See to the below but do not go, take your know in to the flow with wings a spread and knowledge of the dread, and with that spread of the dread some will find the truth unread, and flow they will go up into the know with no dread to tread 

how to say it

she spun and she spun

use old names

bring the dead

this month of July

 Qayser the name


Let me tell you a story so old, of One so large, thought to be half god, tested was he by Hera of the dead as he stepped upon a cancer when it pinched at his toes she gave it a place amongst the stars, why did she hate him so...the story so old.




here in this v fire I give birth 

and name you

and name you

and name you

under the light of the Moon 

in the shadow of the Sun

names will be done

the precious blood of your messiah 




The bull offers the lamb to the hydra