infinite picture: wavism

little by little gna get t the nitty gritty. bit by bit we'll see harmony. empathetic ethic exists but whistles by like a shot star. smoking barrells unfathomable far and wide the soul must travel to unfold these tales told not from the lips of rumour whisperss or dogmatic innovators; paradoxical that may seem it is the power ccrazze which has given affect to the hoistory of bloodshed and drewad the head feels heavy an tangenting tryin niot to do that which is will pure?

so now i know not the course ima take. yea she gota get her shit straight i cant be some kinda ruler just endin up foolin her into illusion even tho liberty and truth is all i feel wen on er vibration.

my mind says cut it out and my heart says let her in but wots the uise of it im singin songs to her from a far but dem sounds she never gona witness.. que sera sera star chin up walk on walk away never know how i did that that day but i do it for she i do it for llove and tht word has bin abused by these lips perhaps but still its like birdsong transcient but she gon put me in a mad position n now patience. but is it a matter of waitin the world to spin or maybe im ju creazuy n it wernt eva meant to be.
i wish i cud talk to her

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so now a new page (will thus/must) be writ . fresh ways no9w must then plough through fields unknown . She still stands there within the realms of both memory & imagination, briding the gap in the void; though now Mary Jane'll be my mistress.
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... : no longer my queen is She, la belle dame avec anpil elegance, grace, beauty, controlled temprament, magnificent, meek, extraordinary, courageous, demure, bold, wise, whimsical, spontaneous, considerate, intelligent, aware, blissfull broken, complete, natural, supernatural, sublime, simple, unique, universal, free

she&i eye balled one another in the wrong temporal space - though the familiarity that the metaphysick clothed us in'll be shelter from the storm. . .

so then with the flow..

se if we gota be like water let us let it be eye & eye know now yea a few years early but we had to see one another just for old times sake.. so now time to stamp out a new path; soul sourcery, fashion a new route; creativity is a faculty of the brain (&heart)
start afresh, stop playin around. serious it is now get with the
game...
though is this not sacrafice of that divine instinct?

Rolet quoting Larkin

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.
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untitled/unfinished (like all the rest)

the sky shifts from priestesse purple to regal red an orange fire, clouds dance dreamily above majestic mountain, either in silver shimmer or earthly splendor the lapses and gains ground etternally & shifts & waves unfold untellable truths..

"side notes to a princess which she may never witness"

feel/fell in love. fell in hea(rt)d first worst thing was timing we cannot contain our soul's sensibilities though responsible each must be for this love wave is immortal and breaks hearts. so start with me my sweet let me rest pon 1 knee eye pray to thee my muse you've got the magic touch, smooth yet rough love &know our unity is the quest of meye heart

INFINITY WATER

he art brok 3 . . .

broke the heart seems like dem seamks bin ripped at th hea rt of the fabric the eternal tapestry got rip up now mash up spnd some time with sistren and bretheren spend some time relax unwind get high kr not rereadin wot got rit still like a spit bars 'll unwind like a fishin line sendin out baIT HOLDIN NUTTIN BACK U KNO THAS THE UISUE COS DEM SAY GOTA PLAY IT COOL BUT NAH NO GAMES GETTIN PLAYED WIT DIS WOMAN, PRINCESS, SHE GOT HER HEART OUTA GOLD BUT SHE WONT SEE HER OWN SHI9NE! SHE LET ME KNO HAT I DIRECTED HER WHER SHE OUGHT TO GO AND I KNO THAT COULD EVEN BE ENOUGH IF SHE TURN ROUN N TELL EYE SHE CANT BE MINE N VICE VERSA STILL BETTER FOR WORSE I MADE HER SEE HER ORTH IF ONLY FRA SEKUND I REKON THAT IS AN HONOUR YES I WOULD LOVE TO LOVE HER AS MY ONLY NO OTHER SETTLE LIKE WIND WITH HER FREE SPIRIT A LONE WOLF AS EYE JINDRED BUT STILL WHO AM I KIDDING WORTH NOT EVEN THE GROUND SHE TREADS UPON EVEN IN ILLNESS SHE RADIATES LIFE LOVE BEAUTY AND I CAN NAY HOLD MY TOUNGUE FEEL LIKE A YOUNG SOUL NAIEVE IN WAYS OF THE IMAGINATIONS CONTAINMENT,M SHE DECONDITIONS. LIYK A HERBAL ESSENCE, WE SHARE THE GREEN AND EVEN WHEN IT NOT THERE THE AIR IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO SHARE... WOW I KNOW NOT THE COURSE OF ACTION TO TAKE I TOKK A VOW OF SILENCE

he art

waan takee 'er deeereee

my heart melts

must be love

real music

vibrations overcome the organic material. mozart said music is the physical embodiment of the metaphysical. it can take us time travelling. real music, street music, of a spontaneous combustion whereby the players are not aware of their labels till the dust has settled for by then the shooting star that was in sound is now just an imprint the lyric and melody forgot even too the beat however they exist eternal ancient vibrations .

dem game cruel

see this game dem call love. with rules that we broke and regulators that we laughed upon; kindred spirits shifting forms with the touch of our skin, shifting matter makes kaliedascope refractions that eye can barely pick up on but there it is as it is bruised and beaten the metaphysical structure shall suffer sensation such that till now was never known. darling i serenade your spirit as i wander like a lone wolf treading through the reality you rerevealed to me. recollection is a roll of die. birth is a little death. liberty breeds from our touch. even beside you an electric fire roars. your aura overwhelms the senses 7 and others unmentioned; Gillian you're 1 in a million

i wait patiently

Rough Roads (Ripple)

Rough Roads.

steps in the night through rough roads
between broke walls,
scrawled across are slogans saying this and that
people are always eager to lend a hand,
even those who lost their limbs
mes anpil shi palo!
sinners&saints partake in this grand game

the sun violently cascades, parading upon
the ripping waves like a thousand flames a flickerin
light strikes the skin in unending repetition seducing sweat frmo sunken pores
so even the bone drying heats seems moist
voices makin noises in

Rough Roads.

steps in the night through rough roads
between broke walls, scrawled across are slogans saying this and that
people are always eager to lend a hand, even those who lost their limbs
mes anpil shi palo!
sinners&saints partake in this grand game

the sun violently cascades, parading upon
the ripping waves like a thousand flames a flickerin
light strikes the skin in unending repetition seducing sweat frmo sunken pores
so even the bone drying heats seems moist
voices makin noises in

Stagnant River.

depression — a stagnant river
at a bus stop. belief. frozen
> will it awake seems to be forever asleep.
dozing, yet growing; not knowing yet understanding
— and then smash…
sounds the collapse of soul's glass ceiling,
an intake [gasp]...
of reality verifies life's
feelings - like sponge in a still space.
embrace the stagnant rivers and its depression

Spur.

Bold, fire ignites and excites.
Inspiration and that energy, that entity
whistles through the mind.
and "clamour such as heard till… now
… was never."
even though we exist in 'paradise
lost', the —
source is still shining.

The Nothing

The mind buzzes with nothing;
white noise amounts a plethora of happening.
Thoughts are. They Think.
A world away shouts worry.
The hour keeps coming, and going,
and staying, deep breaths flood the body with air,
cells tingle, the frantic stillness screams.
Piercing silence. Sounds.
Canvas is blank, brushstrokes are forgotten.
The hour is forgotten, experience flourishes,
the minds desires shuffles,
in nothing.

DIS POEM

DIS POEM that the cosmic prophet told resonated through the ages and debated all the things which ain't said
DIS POEM is eternal it'll shock the soultranscendin base consciousness - a meditation
DIS POEM shall evolve into - out of nothing
DIS POEM will ignite - turn ya walking into runnin be a friend in deem dark hours emancipating
DIS POEM is infiltrating the brain & maybe it's repetition is a irritation but it's in it's rhythm that wishful thinking can transcend into more than just
DIS POEM more than just words more than song
DIS POEM is a meta earthly urge to grow and defeat all deem psychic demons wreaking havoc in dreams and beyond. yes
DIS POEM is a key to be forged by the interpreter
& this echo comes from mutabaruka

Stagnant River

depression — a stagnant river
at a bus stop. belief. frozen
> will it awake seems to be forever asleep.
dozing, yet growing; not knowing yet understanding
— and then smash…
sounds the collapse of soul's glass ceiling,
an intake of reality verifies life's
feelings - like sponge in a still space.
embrace the stagnant rivers and its depression

fu-net-ik ph-eal-ing

fu-net-ik ph-eal-ing
li-ta-rul ov-ee-yu-s-li
n-oh mist-ree
uhn-herd sim-fur-knee
ce-krut aum-knip-pa-tun-sz
oh-pn m-i kon-st-nt
b-four m-eye my-nde
ful-za cee-p drau-zi
wurd-sz sl-epp n sy-de
hy-de b-hynd da my-d-sz
bla-ey-nd sp-uh-t

Flux & Echo.

flux & echo.
echo is the flame the flux is the spark.
the flux is awake, the each is the yawn.
the echo is pop, the flux is the bubble.
the flux is the suffocation, the echo is the cry.
the flux is the eternity —
\the flux is the echo & the echo is the flux.

Best Before — Question mark.

best before question mark. people?
the best before date for van gogh supposedly twenty ninths seventh eighteen ninety, one eight nine zero.
— rebirth. the restart button on pandora's box. same input but different kind of flux.
best before question mark. money?
the best before date on the centre of world trade eleventh ninth two zero zero one
— misers in their ivory tower indent the masses take away their power.
best before question mark. the sun?
the best before date of light, big bangs birthday
— our solar system just a smoke whispers glistening in the dark some day some hour our star will cease to shine.
question mark…(?)
we're a mere blink; our best before date — question mark (tomorrow).

Concept Heavy

world gets a lil heavy. concept sparring in side the mind after slumberin under an iced river.
*FERTILE GROUND*depression is a stagnant river at a bus stop. frozen. will it awake? seems to be forever asleep dozin' yet growing not knowing yet understanding - and then SMASH sounds the collapse of the soul's ceiling of glass. an intake of reality verifies life's feelings like sponge in a still space (sea?) embrace the stagnant river and its depression..

Collaboration

the power of collaboration unveils fire one heart can't alone fuel...
finding the paradoxes different perspectives reflect,
the crux of these rays holds a rainbow explosion
imploding in separate location but it true unison is spoken understanding.
maybe we are looking constantly in history but so too in the present,
our eyes seein light's debris but still seems the speed of light is less than a blink,


bold fire ignites + excites inspiration & that energy, that entity whistles through the mind & "clamour such as heard till now was never" even though we exist in 'paradise lost' the source is still shining hidden elements seduce + create divination

Slipping.

these structures metaphysik holding us down, our blood cements these social constructions,
we be the foundations never the crown, our hearts and minds mere engines for combustion
to fuel the fire creating crisis. hiding in pits of flames burning skin and bone defining
only a name decided without consent
theres no ascention
but we can die trying
says i who finds it hard to get out of bed in the morning.
and
i find it comic that vying for the sublime is married with an insatiable desire to waste hour after hour in the TVs empty gaze.
feels like a maze yet its a direct path.
monotony grasps the spirit by the horns and calms the vivacity: turned to pacific emotion. how far from reality
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.or perhaps this is the verity and living beyond the realm of convention was destined to never live longer than just a few eath spins.

that is farce yet it is so hard for continuity under ones own steam...

lss s mr

less is more...

brainwaves

http://home.dmv.com/~tbastian/files/brain-wv.txt

could shed some light on bein brain dead..bin feelin dread not even music makes me get out of bed but this might transcend monotony....

news:#1

DRAFTDRAFTDRAFT


The budget was released yesterday. We are experiencing reduction in economic input from the government, which translates to a general 'cut-back' in services. We measure authority's actions materially. The amount of money that is involved equates to output, input and denominator. Though it is not material in the true sense. Money which incorporates cash and debt values all. We crouch beneath the banner of money. Those in poverty are unable to do that which is a natural entitlement; the maintenance of mind and body. And then the government provides a safety net redistributing wealth. Supposedly.

These cuts to our socia safety net sont au cause de la crise, which after so many repetitions in modern history is clearly a self perpetuation for wealth to gravitate to itself; the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. This is an objective perspective, whilst the cut's are subjective, that is to say, we can look at economics and history but in reality the moment dictates emotion and culture. It is all very well to historicise and quantify social shifts, (economic, political) and classify the present in ancient categories but really and truly people are being pushed deeper and deeper into poverty. The most important thing in this age is the awareness we potentially have for fellow humanity. Never before have we been able to send instantaneous messages across unfathomable distances either in voice, text or image; we have a greater duty to those that are exploited by us now or historically for the instant effects are obvious. Perhaps hidden from sight but the information exists. In More's Utopia he talks of the barbarism of hunting. About the foolish nature of a group of humans, using the best of their technology and with fierce domesticated slaves chasing after a single victim. Though hunting human VS animal can transpose to human VS human. Those who hunt are satisfying a blood-lust, a hunter manipulates the state of nature in order to attain a distorted pleasure. Similarly we see people doing this on one another in a thirst for power. Be that vis-a-vis or invisibly. By which I mean people can overpower in crude manner another physically, using sound or space, word or violence. But invisibly I talk of things existing in only the mind. A psychic manipulation which sits in the subconscious. Be that a law laid down or seed sewn to repress. We are victims of the bad habits we allow to control our society. So to transpose more thoroughly hunting in relation to cut's,




I was speaking to someone who works for the NHS, in one of the many trusts which are provided with funds to carry out services in specific ways. There are innumerable needs for those serviced by the NHS, one of Europe's largest organisations. The trusts can specialise in ways that hospitals cannot. Or to be more precise, there is a need for medically trained experts in the brain, the bones, the blood, the bowels. This is 4 examples from 1 letter in the alphabet. Then there must be those who work with the basic information processed with each individual, be that the doctors and nurses or the patients. The fuel for the body that is the National Health Service. Food, cleanliness, efficiency

a website about digital liberty..

okaycomputer.org

freedom of computation?

wen i have my own computer ill look deeper.
maybe tho go to the manchester gathering of free education?

Andrew Soundcloud. WUT. SHAKEN GUN WHAT.

chekk outt the new sound cllouudd..



sound cloud 9f

JON LE WAV DREW TH'GUN

http://soundcloud.com/jon-le-wav-drew-the-gun

some waves that we been makin

got there in the end. you
know you always will. whats
yours wont pass you by.
whats yours dont pass you by

mother gaia watches with a beady eye.
some jewel we'll never be able to
dig out th ground - - -
cryptic melody sprouts out like the crystal
roots of a flower in outta space...

the world has caved in on itself -
still seein the sky as a bowl.
old wisdom though still aint got right.
might has manifested in Olypian
nature, mountains now merely
sit&watch the sprawl;
no more mystic reverence roles
have reversed so that now even the elements are uneasy:
we steal from the sea her secret coral troves so she gets
the maldives.we shall soon see a world quite literally alien.
information dips and dives through the minds glass ceiling.
SS$so EASY d'etre in an unreal suppression
where on feels emotion that isnt conscious of its collective,
ignore the imperative nature of the infinite.
though too those minds whove found said realisations lie
in the glut of a black hole; ignoring the fact that the frag-
ments we can realisticly handle lie in broke metaphysical
spectacles and telescopes,&the realm of the forms is for abstract

experience - over exposure our modus o(perandi) though
closin close the curtains of how far back our scope will
settle.some century in the med - dead long ago were the shaman
bones of natures friends. now humanity has bent the rules mother gaia
played lifes game by.the world has gone by too many eyes by now & pow
er has crept from the back of the mind to manifest into an iron fist;
though the most dangerous are invisible: the CREATORS must lead the fight for the Rights of consciousness.&YES its so ea$y to be
lost ina perfect conception of what our
human functions should b percievin.
knorkcing down doors believing in
the conviction liberty breeds. loving thinking creating

MOvin shaking making things the way theyre meant d'etre
better thoughts exist beneath our very feet!
let us sow seeds dream like Dali did when he saw
intimate reflections bend but stay in cosmic imitation.
but even more put our creation not on paper
or in sound -
something more...im not sure that i can find an answer,
but the questions are so easy to try&ignore
it is a primal fire that electrifies their implication - let us connect
energy&creativity can roam supreme.
the queen of consciousness
la vielle dame recollecting metaphysical remedies. pouring loving melody into reality.