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Striding towards the storm. [Jul. 14th, 2018|11:16 am]
The bitter storm rages before me, now the light and sky change from a clear blue to twisted toroids of dark and bitter color.
Fretting not these storms have pained me before, they have quieted future pain their scars have calloused my soul. Moving towards and not away from the tempest there is no where to run we are all on deaths ground.
There is no past to speak of only the planned and unknown future. A boot raises and steps forward past the last boot. The rain of the storm is now gently dancing as the storm screams forward, the sky is full of foreboding nights lightning. 
There is only forward into the hard rains and hail, there is nowhere no cover so forward we move into the pain. 
The crepuscular luminance cracking and twinkling in between deafening claps.
These dancing rays of light are the beauty and joy in this skies sea.
The rain flows angularly tearing away flecks of skin.
Blood mixes with the rain.
This march is my solidarity against the pain behind me and in front of me.
Marching into the pain unwillingly and yet still striding.
Moving into very death even as it was carried and nurtured in my bosom.
My very belly button grey and singing of the other worlds.
Born in between worlds and time.
We need no relief for we are free with mind alone even as the slavers have broken our bodies.
The pain moving through and around.
The suffering the same, and though we suffer we still march.
Each footstep forward our great rebellion.

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An aspect of the saturnine nauseation [Jul. 12th, 2018|10:33 pm]
Horror like love can only be eluded to. You can never describe it directly you know it when you feel it and like so many emotions states that heighten and this emotion can kill you. You can be so terrified that your heart breaks stress cardiomyopathy.

This does not even speak to horror though honestly to describe it os to disgust.

It's not a range of emotions that you want to play through your flesh. These feelings change you.

What takes an instance can take a good deal of time to get to stop being a harassing thought. With love consideration care time and tools you can notch away against the active or banal.
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Love asks of you the impossible and you will rise to it. [Jul. 5th, 2018|10:10 pm]
Love is a world.
It is so varied in its manifestations.

Love may ask you to become from nothing. It may ask you to peacefully enter into hell and madness.

You may enter resigned.
Love may ask you to be without parents. Love may ask of you to suffer greatly. Love may ask you to lose.

My first answer was yes as many others have been.
Life may ask you to betray yourself in your first lie. The lie that kept your mother in your life.

You may ask love to see you and it may be blind to you. You may not be ready even when you feel like you can suffer no more.

Love can break and build you simultaneously. When the fire of love burns you away you can be free.

You cannot hold onto love tightly it does not live that way. Love will ask you for your friendship thoughts and consideration.

Love may come to you in creation. Love may come to you when you are broken in your black room and love may fill your brokeness with gold.

You may still be broken you may still be twisted. What will you decide will you decide to give into the night and take your last breath or will you struggle to heal.

Love may ask you to be forever and you are, your forever may be incompatible or unknown.

Love will tell you as a matter of fact that you will wish you spent more time with the people that have loved you most and that you have loved and it will be correct.

Love will heal your friends. Love will solve impossible problems.

Love will ask you to love other beings more than yourself and it will still ask you to love you.

Love will ask you for things you should have done if you could. It may scar you with regrets. It may fill you in with light.

Love will ask you to do impossible things and you will rise to them.

One day as love asked you to live. Love will ask you to die. It will ask you to make space for the seeds you have planted and to nourish them with yourself the love and light that you will become. Love will ask from you impossible things and you will rise to them

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Tormentum Produx Volneris Retinopathy [Jul. 1st, 2018|07:57 pm]
This pain has blinded me so.
It blinded me from the we's and gave me I's.
Though the I's are malformed, and my heart still sings we.

The words have been twisted by jackalese even though that is not my heart.
My hearts says I love you but my words run flat.

No worries though, I have been healing the imposed ivvaron, and it is to the benefit of others and myself.
The world is kinder and gentler when the poison bleeds out.

For all the pain has blinded me hurt me and bound me.
It has also developed me and challenged me, it has given me paths and I have chosen some adventure.

In the choosing choices of kindness and nowness are made.
Choosing healing instead of harm.
Choosing to not give up instead of death.

Each of these choices the real measure of my life.
The measure of life in kindness and love.
May the measures of compassion and love be great.
May the I's become inclusive we's, may we all grow in this great adventure.

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Intralocution A Cyberia Advent Movie Update Chapter 2 [Jun. 26th, 2018|12:32 am]
The second  part of the movie is almost solved. Now I can rerecord the first part and then the second part and upload it after a few more watch throughs and algorithmic tweaks. :)

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They Have Nothing [Jun. 24th, 2018|07:07 am]
Nothing becomes more real than when you have to solve it.
When you see it with your existence.
They have nothing.

A man asked me about a beautiful couch, it was the same couch I needed to discard.
The man so gracious offering alms for the good.
Unable to accept out of kindness.

Traveling to his home after navigating the neighborhood.
I come to find a few kids sitting on the porch they call to their granddad.
He comes down I get a little help getting these couches off of the truck.
The man walks around with a shopping cart to collect bottles for his family.
The children don't have lights.

They have nothing and yet so many want for so much.
If only they had textbooks and heat in their schools.
We tax so much and give so little.

And the people who govern mock them by telling them to eat cake, oh wait that's I don't care do you.

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Love is a world. [Jun. 22nd, 2018|09:14 am]

Love is more than a feeling it is a being, it is a continuum of infinite simplicity and complexity.
It’s layers so transparent that it is difficult to discern between it’s structures.

Love is so meaningful that so many have fallen for it’s syllabary.
Though the perfumes and aromas of love are intoxicating.

One may barely know love until one makes a choice they would not make outside of it’s context.
We face the fallout for our love too.

Love is a world there are heavens and hells there.
Love is as complex as being and as simple as breathing.

Let the light that is me transcend me, let us all become love and compassion.
Love is a light let it shine out and in.
Love is a world.

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Show and Tell of the Atma Yuga [Jun. 22nd, 2018|12:17 am]
Evocative ideation tumbling in the electrochemical waves.
Hearts beating out into the near and distant eternity.

Ideas spin magnetic fields dreaming in concert.
This way or that.
Ideas fundamental.

Conceptualizations breathed in mindscape.
Formations of ideoform an existence outside of existence.
Long-standing being before the before, and beyond the beyond.

Imagining an infinite infinities dreaming an infinite infinities.
Reality cascades from the formation of jesters mathed interpretive perplex.
The imaginary things being as moving as the real.

Infinite planes interacting.
The void null the absolute non has a field.

Inside the outside and back again we divide by zero laughingly.

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Threadbare Beautiful Heart [Jun. 21st, 2018|11:42 pm]
The tatters of your frayed soft edged curves show the shining rivulets of light emanating from your heart.
Taken by the hand we observe as we are observed by the button eyes and patchwork fibers.
The fabric is softer from years of love.

Some places the fabric is so thin the stuffing pushes out.
We stitch.

The words an act of pure meaning - hope.
How can love be the storm cloud?
How can an act of love be so destructive?

How can those that claim love abandoned those they promise with this gift?
What false feigns of openness.
Then closed doors cause cascaded closed doors.

The god damned door slamming shut.
Though the slam is done softly.

The patchwork staring at the door still with a burning heart against the bleak night and bitter ashes tasted whispers I love you.

The embers simmer for as long as they are tended.
The door may or may not open.
It diminishes the love no less.

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Intralocution A Cyberia Advent Movie Update Log Progress Quest [Jun. 5th, 2018|12:13 am]
Nearing completion, nearly complete and fully cohesive, still some more to do.
Maybe this month and next month till completion.
We'll see.
It's my own 4 minutes and 43 seconds :)

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