Yum⅄nɯςΡαΓτΔΝ Bum

silly poem of clouds

As I watch
the clouds form fly/
their information sighs
in whine.
For bone flute winds
and unmasked fairy fiends,
stretch narrow notes
untethered with their
feather coats;
their weather benign-
immemorable impressions
are what instigate
nine ascending times

Kids Drawing on Walls

Like the dawn of art

as a parameter to distill

our hands with dye

and relentless our souls

all over our cave walls

mama-sapien said no

bur to deny us our birthright

to express furstrations and

foretell the notion

that free-will

is our fingers doing whatever

tracing histories, tracing dreams

and a smile we’ll paint with emotion

to the canvas of visage

community gardens fuck yea

would like to go work in one

Perhaps it is that a sadist needs love the most.

What is love, baby don’t hurt me

Introspect

I find the problem I’m most faced with is losing touch with whom I really am through spiritual inclination, through the excitement of all that’s happening right now in this world. I’ve ascended and ascended yet to what avail? What do people expect to fix the Earth with all these ascended beings not understanding with the power their given comes the responsibility to use that power wisely. Tell you the truth many among you have extraordinary capabilities and have already ascended to great things yet still fall prey to the knowledge that you know and not the knowledge which makes you wise. I’d be a hypcorite to state these things but perhaps it is in my nature to do so. We are one consciousness that needs to realise that we persist with the old practises that failed this world and only through understanding the true nature rather than our own, the nature which brought us here, do we become one consciousness.

Teach yourselves the equilibrium we’ve lost.

lucifelle:

It saddens me how modern society views our ancient societies as primitive and yet we can’t even find a cure for the common cold.