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.